Sand In My Boots: The Sequel

Chapter 14

He lifted his arm slightly to run his hand through his thick dark hair and the cuff of his sleeve moved up his arm, displaying a small tattoo on his wrist.

Amor Omnia Vincit

I felt my stomach churn.

Don't aggravate him, Aubrey. Don't say anything. He could very well be dangerous.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket to text Morgan.

"Everything alright, Ms. Farrell?" He asked nonchalantly. I forced a smile.

"Yes, I just remembered I used the last of the formula this morning. I want to remind Morgan to go get some before I forget," I blurted out nervously. He sighed.

"You have to remind your fiancé to feed his own child?"

AUBREY, 1:09 PM: IT'S HIM!!! DR. FINLEY IS J!!!

I sent the text quickly and shoved the phone back into my pocket. I looked at Dr. Finley who was awaiting an answer.

"Huh?" I asked, not having paid attention to what he had said last.

"You need to remind Morgan to feed Sailor?" He asked again. "Do you feel like that's the way things should be?"

Then it hit me. The way he had been so quick to discredit Morgan every time a conflict arose. The way he had always reminded me I was so strong, and smart and insinuating I was almost too strong and too smart to be with someone like Morgan. That's not what I said, asshole.

"I never said I have to remind him to feed her. I said I used the last of the formula and didn't tell him. Those are two wildly different things," I defended dryly. Stay calm, Aubrey.

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. Probably Morgan trying to reach me. Fuck. I can't pick up right now.

"Should you get that?" Dr. Finley asked, his chin pointing to the phone in my pocket.

"It's fine," I answered, giving him another forced smile.

"I feel a shift in your attitude. Did I do something to upset you?" He asked, his gaze soft, holding mine. My breath hitched as I allowed my eyes to trail to the tattoo on his wrist. He followed my eyes, looking at his own arm and smiled faintly.

"It's Latin," he said. "It means Love Conquers All."

"I know," I mumbled.

"I think there's a lot you know, but are scared to admit," he said softly. A twinkle lighting up in his green eyes. If he wasn't absolutely insane, one might think he was beautiful with the thick dark hair and emerald eyes. Every muscle in my body tensed, feeling increasingly uncomfortable in his presence with every passing second.

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently. He rose to his feet and started pacing the room quietly. I swallowed, hard.

"I think you figured it out. I don't know how, but I think you did. And I think now, you're scared of me. And you have no reason to be," he said, his voice soft. He stopped pacing and looked at me. He took a few steps in my direction and stopped himself, letting out a sigh as he ran his hand through the length of his hair. "I usually have a tremendous amount of self-control. I never act out, never step out of line. But with you?" He chuckled lightly, his gaze meeting mine. His eyes were dark, almost as if looking at me was causing him a fair share of pain. He took a few more steps towards me and kneeled in front of me, letting his hands rest gently on my jeans clad knees. I twitched uncomfortably in my chair but he didn't move- his touch gentle and his eyes not leaving mine.

"With you," he continued, barely above a whisper. "I couldn't stand idly by and let you ruin your own life. Not when I know you could be happy. Not when I know I-" He stopped, letting out a pained sigh. "Not when I know I could make you happy."

I let my jaw drop, unsure how to respond.

"What makes you think I'm unhappy?" I questioned, trying to stall. What the fuck is Morgan doing?!

He chuckled humorlessly.

"Because you told me. Not directly, granted, but through your actions. With every passing session, you seemed to be more and more lost inside of yourself. You're going to marry the wrong man, Aubrey Jean. You're going to marry someone who doesn't deserve you. Who never did. And I- I could make you happy. I would treat you right, I would-"

The door swung open and Dr. Finley -Jason- immediately took his hands off my knees and stood up.

"May I help you?" He asked.

"I don't know, maybe you could start by explaining why the fuck you were just on the floor touching my wife like a fucking creep?" Morgan asked, his jaw clenching. Dr. Finley gave him a crooked smile.

"I was wondering when we'd meet, Morgan. Please, sit," he said, gesturing to the chair next to mine.

"I'm good, thanks." Morgan snapped. "Aubrey, go wait in the car."

"She's her own woman. She doesn't need to be ordered around like a child," Dr. Finley said, his tone as nonchalant as ever, as if he hadn't just been caught doing aggravated fucking stalking.

"You think you know what my wife needs?" Morgan asked between his clenched teeth, taking a step towards Dr. Finley. Jason.

"If I'm not mistaken, she's not your wife yet. Is she?" Dr. Finley taunted. I saw Morgan's hands curl up into fists and assumed this would be a good time for me to chime in.

"Babe, let's go," I said, getting out of my chair and taking a few steps towards Morgan. "There's nothing holding us here. Let's go home."

Dr. Finley stared at me, his eyes burning a hole into the side of my head as I made an effort to avoid his gaze.

"Ms. Farrell," Dr. Finley started.

"It's Mrs. Wallen to you," Morgan interrupted.

"Ms. Farrell," he repeated and Morgan tried to charge towards him. I grabbed his arm and held him back, looking into his eyes and softly shaking my head no.

"What do you want?" I asked Dr. Finley.

"For what it's worth, I never meant to hurt you. In any way. I'll delete the pictures. Just-" he paused, carefully considering what he was about to say next. "Just consider your options," he let out softly before turning his back to us and looking at whatever pile of paper was resting on his desk. I felt Morgan's muscles tensing under my hand and intertwined my fingers with his, trying to calm him down.

"One last thing," I started, catching Dr. Finley's attention. I saw his shoulder tense before he turned around to face me, his gaze softly holding mine.

"Anything, my love," he let out gently, his voice pained.

"For fuck's sake, I swear to God-" Morgan mumbled under his breath. I squeezed his hand into mine, begging him to remain calm.

"What happened to Josh?" I asked. Dr. Finley bit his bottom lip, his eyes dropping and gazing absently at the floor. "Jason," I said softly, trying to pull the information out of him. His eyes shot back up, looking at mine, at Morgan, and finally at our intertwined fingers. He let out a sigh.

"Doesn't matter anymore," he breathed out. "Thank you for stopping by, Ms. Farrell," he said, barely above a whisper, gesturing us out. I sighed, feeling defeated and pulled softly on Morgan's hand, dragging him out of the room behind me. He turned around and stopped.

"We're going to the cops," he snaps. "I hope your ass rots in jail."

Dr. Finley gave him a quick nod, his eyes not leaving the ground and Morgan and I left, making our way out of the building.

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I was genuinely shocked to read so many of you guys hadn't figured it out! I thought you'd start to wonder why the hell I was writing all these boring ass scenes with the therapist if he wasn't J LMAO

Enjoy!

XO 

LadyBug