Christopher came into the living room where I was on my laptop getting things ready for my return to work the next day. I had been staying in the guest suite while I continued my outpatient therapy from the psychiatric hospital. I had been doing very well and we had decided that tonight was the night to reconnect in the same room.
I looked up and smiled. It would be our first night together since I got out of the hospital. My therapists worked with me for a week to kick start an intensive treatment program for PTSD, trauma and unresolved grief. It was going very well.
Christopher had gone to see his mother now that Nancy was no longer at the hospital and he had a huge smile on his face. This had to be good news. I stood up and kissed him. I was so happy to see him, so happy to trust him again. I was just happy to get going on a life without revenge or espionage; a life where I could actually be happy and let myself feel.
“You were right. She wasn’t the same but she wasn’t a vegetable. Just like you thought, Nancy had been injecting her with the paralytics right before my visits. She was conscious the whole time and would try to scream or move any part of her body the whole time.” His brow furrowed as he thought about how horrible that must have been. “That’s why they kept my visits so short. They didn’t want to chance any of it wearing off while I was there. They could have killed her.” His eyes blazed with anger.
I rubbed his arm and hugged him as I tried to console him. There were a lot of repercussions from the terrorizing that Matthew did to everybody. We all had something we would have to work on for a very long time but at least we were in this together now.
“She didn’t know what to think. They messed with her head so badly.” He went to sit down on the couch and looked up to make sure I was coming to sit next to him, which I did. “She has a lot of therapy in her future. Real therapy, not this brainwashing therapy Nancy and my father have been giving her.” He looked at me and his eyes softened as our eyes met. He smiled and rubbed my knee. “We are going to start doing home visits in a few weeks after she starts coming back to the world. I can’t wait to introduce you two. It will be a difficult road but she is strong. Speaking of, how is Mac?”
“He’s better. He’s got his own room and he’s in good spirits joking and being his old self again. They are already starting his therapy program for PTSD while he’s there, though that is starting out pretty slow because he’s so damn stubborn about not having it.
The DA decided not to charge him because of the mounting evidence of brainwashing.” I stopped for a second and kind of chuckled. “I had to force him to agree to that even though he was faking the brainwashing because he was so proud of how he resisted it. The ego on that guy.” I rested my head on Christopher’s shoulder.
He kissed me on the top of my head and I closed my eyes in happy euphoria. I loved it when he did that. And I loved being able to love it.
I was starting to feel like who I really was, who I really wanted to be. I saw me becoming the Alison Bishop I was supposed to be, the one who was forming before my mother died. The Alison Bishop I was never given a chance to be.
This was all thanks to Christopher. I hoped that Mac would see that one day. I took in Christopher’s smell. He wore this Clive Christianson cologne that smelled both like the woods and like a man. It was a perfected scent that went perfectly with his masculine energy. I was picking up on that masculine energy in a way that made my body come alive. It had been so long and I definitely needed some pleasure. I smiled and nudged Christopher’s arm.
“There’s hope for a lot of things.”
He looked at me and his eyes lit up before noticing the look on my face and the message I was trying to convey. His piercing eyes then squinted with lust. My body responded even more.
“We have so much more to catch up on, don’t we? Let’s go, Alison.” He stood up and put his hand out to help me up like the sexy man he was.
“Yes, Sir.” I smiled and let him pull me up.
“That was said quite freely, Alison.” He had his arm around my waist and looked up at my forehead as he pushed some hair behind my ear, as he so loved to do. “Does that mean you’ve been tamed?” His eyes gleamed, he very well knew the answer to that.
“Not even in the slightest, Mr. Ward.” I pulled away and started walking ahead of him towards the doors to the living room. I looked back to see the excitement in his eyes as he followed with purpose and purpose he had.
We caught up on a lot that night and he did try to tame me. I was going to hold out as long as I could on that one. We talked and laughed in between and just enjoyed how easy it was to be with each other. I was able to fall asleep with my head on billionaire, Christopher Ward’s perfect chest. This was how life was supposed to be. I was finally where I belonged.