Author: Daniel B.
Genre: Adult Dramatic Fiction
“That’s bull,” Jonathan Brooks said and stood up from the padded leather chair. He spun around and glared out the massive window in the old mill building—another turn-of-the-century relic remodeled into outrageously expensive offices.
Why does she keep asking me these questions? Damn, she really knows how to get under my skin.
“Jonathan. Jonathan, where did you go?”
He took a deep breath then turned to face her. The doctor, an attractive East Indian woman with jade colored eyes, watched him intently.
Jonathan took a step forward and she smiled. Her black hair set against a light brown complexion gave her an exotic look. She was empathetic, yet feisty which indicated a level of complexity that beguiled him. When he thought she should be listening, she wrote furiously on a yellow legal pad. Other times she looked off towards the window as if waiting for a cue card to appear with her next question. Her last name was equally as complex, with more vowels than he had ever seen before side-by-side. To her clients though, she was simply known as—Dr. Diana.
Calm down, calm down, remember you’re only here as a favor.
“No, I’m really here,” he repeated, sinking back down into the chair.
“Jonathan that’s the second time you’ve gotten upset by one of my questions. Why is that?”
“Because it’s ridiculous!”
“Is it now?” she asked in a softened tone, which clearly revealed her eastern accent.
“Yes. I’m not a commitment-phobe.”
“Then if relationships are as important to you as you indicated in our first meeting, why haven’t you had one in all these years?”
“Because I … I never found anyone I wanted to settle down with, and I couldn’t see the point in spending time with someone just for the sake of having a relationship.” God, why am I defending myself?