Nostra+18

chapter 1

Olivia's pov:
I can't believe that I am sitting here waiting for my first session with a sex therapist. Oh my gosh when I see you Carla I am going to kill you. Carla is the reason I am here now.

She told me about that famous sex therapist and made an appointment without telling me. So here I am now. I love Carla she is my best friend but sometimes I want to kill her.

She told me a about that therapist that he was the best at his job and all the people know that. She told me that I am living under a rock for not knowing him... what's his name I forgot.. Ah Lorenzo Russo the famous sex therapist. Also what the fuck is this job. Who even works as a sex therapist.

"Olivia smith..you can come in now" the receptionist smiled at me. "Thank you" I said to her.

Okay let's do this.. I stand in front of the door. I swallowed and raised my hands to knock.

"Come in" a low and harsh voice said. The gruffness of that voice made me freeze for a moment.

I enter the room and the first thing I notice that big as fuck window staring right at me. Oh what a beautiful view. You can definitely see all of New York from here. I looked at my right.

Oh my god.

Who is this beautiful creature.

A tall man sits effortlessly on a grand, oversized chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding. His dark eyes, deep and intense, seem to observe the world around him with a quiet wisdom. His face is striking—angular features with a strong jawline and high cheekbones that give him an almost regal appearance. There’s a certain allure to his expression, a mysterious calm that draws you in, yet his gaze remains steady and confident. His presence exudes a quiet strength, making the chair beneath him seem almost too small for his stature.

"Hi," I said, the word escaping my lips in a breathless, almost stupid way. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as soon as the awkward sound left me, and I wished I could somehow take it back. He didn’t respond right away. Instead, his gaze swept over me slowly, methodically, like he was taking in every detail. It was as though time itself had paused in that moment. The seconds stretched on, each one heavier than the last, as his eyes lingered on mine. I could feel the weight of his gaze, steady and unwavering, like he was reading something deep within me, something I wasn’t even sure I wanted him to find. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he looked into my eyes again. But this time, it was different—his stare felt like it held a thousand unspoken thoughts, and I wasn’t sure whether they were questions or judgments. Either way, it left me feeling exposed, as though the world had narrowed down to just the two of us, and I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

He nodded his head in greeting, the movement subtle but deliberate, his dark eyes holding mine for just a moment longer than necessary. "Good evening, Miss Smith," he said, his voice smooth and deep, carrying a warmth that almost made me forget to breathe. His tone was calm, but there was something in it—something almost intimate, like he was speaking just to me. "Please, sit down and get comfortable," he added, his hand gesturing toward the large armchair in front of him.

As I moved to take a seat, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of his presence behind me, his steady gaze still lingering, making the air feel thicker. The chair was soft, almost too inviting, but I was too aware of him watching, too aware of how my every movement felt under his scrutiny. I hesitated for a moment, caught between wanting to settle into the comfort of the chair and the sudden, undeniable tension building between us. His silence spoke volumes, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was noticing how every small action of mine seemed to carry more weight in this charged space.

I don't know if I want to kill you Carla or kiss you right now. This is going to be a long day.

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