One Night Stand With My CEO
Psychiatric Doctor

Alicia's eyes are breaking.

"But.. Why the contract? I mean, didn't I promise I'd always be ready if you wanted to?" Ask Alicia.

"Yes. But I want an Alicia relationship, I don't want us to be just bed partners. I want you really for me, I don't like sharing with others."

"At least until I get bored and set you free." Richard continues. Alicia's heart that heard that was a little bit sliced, if the person who helped her was not Richard she would not want to give herself up either, she would not share with anyone herself other than Richard.

"Here you are in charge, I can only follow sir." Lirih Alicia slow. He continued to convince himself not to expect more on this perfect figure in front of him.

Richard remained silent. A little relieved when Alicia accepted her decision, at least from now on she could freely be with Alicia, and there was no need to think of any more devious ways to help this woman.

"Ah yes, how is your mother?" Ask Richard.

Alicia smiled, her heart becoming warm as she remembered mama.

"So he could smile this morning, I the pain he had been enduring had begun to disappear."

"Thank God if so. Is your mom home alone now?" Alicia shook her head.

"Mama must be hospitalized for 6 days. And luckily Angelina's going to accompany me until I get home from work."

"I want to see him this afternoon. Are you allowing it?" Ask Richard. Alicia nodded her head.

"I always let you."

There's a gap between them.

"You can resume your work. If I need anything I'll call you." Richard said in the end. Well, an awkward atmosphere like this is natural according to Richard.

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Alicia closed the door of the room, she sat in her beloved work chair.

"Is this really?" Alicia's hand touched the pounding part of her heart.

'It's just a contract, don't be so happy Alicia!' Alicia tried to calm herself down.

'What do you expect from this contract? You just made her a doll until she got bored.'

Alicia breathed.

'She is just like any other woman. Whether a contract or not, as long as it keeps them tied up with Richard doesn't matter.'

Alicia opened her laptop. He was looking for something he really needed.

"There's a number." Alicia muttered as she looked at the array of numbers. He copied it and started sending messages.

After exchanging messages, they finally agreed and agreed to meet at a cafe near the office at lunchtime.

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Richard picked up the call he had always been waiting for from yesterday.

"Hallo. Is there any recent information?" Ask Richard directly.

"Good day sir. Yes, I found new information, it turns out Sophia has a shop here, but the same as 10 years ago sold to someone else suddenly and disappeared the next day."

"Well about her dad?" Ask Richard.

"Not too many know it. But there were some issues that said Marten was a member of a large club and gambling group that year. Only 1 neighbor Sophia still lives here, and there's more she said."

Richard clucked, why were so many words paused by this person.

"What did he say?" Richard asked in annoyance.

"Week before Sophia left, Alicia was kidnapped and a quarrel between Sophia and Marten was heard until her home, even that week Sophia and Marten continued to fight violently. Until now he did not know whether Alicia had been found or not, which he knew early in the morning Sophia left and never came back again."

"good. Find out more. I'll wait as soon as." Richard was about to turn off the call, but the voice of the man across there stopped him.

"There's one more sir." Richard clucking.

"What's? Can you say it directly?"

"Sorry sir, but I don't know if this news is true or not. But Sophia was once the talk here, many say Marten sold his own son to a mobster. I'll investigate further." Richard decided on the call.

"Damn!" Richard hit his own desk. Why is Alicia's life so complicated. The mafia is a cold-hearted person, no matter the life of others, the brain of crime in this world. Their lives are shrouded and unseen by the public.

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"Hallo. I'm Alicia, sorry to bother you to come here." Alicia said kindly, the woman smiled and returned Alicia's hand.

"Hallo. I'm Jessy, no problem, I just happen to need to be here." Friendly reply.

"Umm, can we talk about it right away? I only have 1 hour. Have you ordered coffee?" Alicia wasn't good at saying that, but she didn't want to make small talk.

"I ordered a caramel macchiato." She laughed a little, Jessy took out a paper and pen.

"I want to hear your complaint first."

"As I said earlier, I want to eliminate that trauma that, yes, drives me crazy a little."

"How long has it been?"

"It's been 10 years."

Jessy nodded her head.

"It's been a while. During my time as a psychologist, most of my patients were traumatized by what happened a year or two ago." His comments.

"Can you explain how the trauma came about? Like there's a shadow, a voice or..."

"both. If anything uttered or acted so similar to what it used to be, I was always hysterical, the shadow always haunted me, and the pain felt like it was coming back."

Jessy put her chin on her side of her hand that was propping up on the table.

"It's fascinating. Can you explain the chronology of past events? Just tell me casually so you don't go back to that time."

Alicia was a little hesitant. This was the first time she had told him about her dark days, not even her mother dared Alicia tell her.

"It." Alicia put her hand on the table, she showed me the clear plaster she always used.

Alicia convinced herself, she had to be free from the shadow, it was time she did something for herself.