7 Seven.

Jake POV

"I had sex." I informed my psychologist who readjusted herself in her seat, with a raised brow and a curved lip, she stared at me.

"You had sex? Well, I wasn't expecting that, so it is surprising, in a good way." She wrote some things down. "Tell me about her." She requested as she watched me quietly.

"I don't really know much about her, she is shy yet feisty, quiet but her eyes speak a whole lot. Well that is about it, and besides both agreed it would be a one time thing, so that is it." I responded with a shrug. The image of a curvy beauty as she laid flushed invaded my head.

"I get that. But since the past year, one thing I have come to understand about you is that you don't do things randomly, especially not having sex for no reason. Don't get me wrong, this is a major step and I like it, but I need to know what prompted you. That way I can help you." How am I meant to answer this?

"Like I said, I don't know much about her. Hendery had taken me with him to a club and that was where I saw her. I got strangely attracted to her at first glance. I knew I wanted her but I was reluctant to go to her..." She cut me off by clearing her throat.

"Taken you? I doubt he had forced you to go with him."

"No he hadn't. I initially assumed we were going to a bar and not a club." She nodded humming. "So I was initially reluctant to go to her. I mean, I might have assumed she would be committed to someone. I guess the attraction was mutual because they actually came over to our table and we got talking. Nothing deep, but I quite enjoyed listening to her talk. When I suggested we spend the night together, I really do not know what I was expecting her response to be, but she agreed and I was honestly surprised." I chuckled. The ladies that have always been around me, although they obviously want me, they have always played the good girl card, probably wanting me to chase after them. But her, she was decisive and knew exactly what she wanted.

"And did you have any regrets?" Her questions had me thinking for a while.

"A little. I actually visited Stella when I left the hotel the next morning." Sighing, "When I woke up, the thought that she might have been present all night had me worried so I visited her." She nodded.

"Do you think if you ever see this lady by chance, the attraction, would it still be there? Would you want to be with her again sexually?" Of course the attraction would be there.

"I think I might avoid her. She was a virgin, I happened to have been her first. Don't get me wrong, I am not saying I will avoid her because she is a virgin no..." I want to avoid her because... Because...

"Then why?" What?!

"I don't know. Maybe so she won't feel there is going to be anything other than lust between us." Yes, that has to be it.

"Lust. That is a word I had assumed was out of your vocabulary. Do you think anything might have prompted you to lust after this lady? I mean there are so many pretty ladies out there and not once have you lusted after them. So what makes her different?" She is... Pretty? No, there are ladies way prettier than her in the world.

"I don't know." I confessed. I can't actually say what it was about her that had captivated me initially.

"Does this lady share any similarities with Stella?" She asked and I shook my head. Stella was a model for lingerie, she was always on a diet and she basically lived in her gym.

"She is the exact opposite of Stella. She is curvy, and a brunette." Stella had been a redhead.

"Fat?" I frowned.

"I wouldn't use that word. She is perfect, I mean, I can't imagine her being slim. Her body suits her perfectly." She nodded jotting things down.

"Do you think, her being the exact opposite of your late fiance had anything with you being attracted to her? You might be unconsciously seeking for someone who wouldn't replace the lady in your heart." Stella is irreplaceable.

"I don't think so. And I honestly think we should stop discussing her now. I am never seeing her again and I just wanted to inform you I had sex." Not only were my friends concerned about my lack of sex, my therapist too had been concerned about it. Hence why I thought it would be okay to inform her of such.

"Alright for now, we will drop it. But now that you have decided to give sex a chance, do you want to try reopening your heart to love?" I laughed.

"Come on Trinity, it was just sex. I should head back now. I have a meeting with this home decor we recently hired and I don't want to keep them waiting." I told her standing up and ready to leave.

"Yeah, we will continue next time we meet. And Jake, if you were the type to think of sex as nothing, you wouldn't have stayed celibate for this long. Give this some more thought, maybe it might be worth pursuing." She smiled before shooing me out of her office.

Had Trinity not been the family therapist all my life, I would have fired her already.

The ride back to the office was excruciatingly annoying. The thoughts of Zandia's expression when I had first pushed into her were in my head and Trinity's words too. 'I can't believe this!'

"Sir." Damon spoke as he parked in front of the office. Nodding, I exited the car and went straight to the private elevator.

As the door closed, I felt like I had seen Zandia walk past. "I should probably ask for some strong drugs that will help me sleep and maybe forget." I murmured to myself.

"Sir, your noon is here, should I send her to your office?" I glanced around and my PA quickly added, "She is on her way up now sir."

"Send her in when she gets here." With that, I strode into my office.