Dak
You don’t become the NFL’s defensive player of the year without playing the game rough and dirty, and while I won’t deny my past, I’m determined to change that narrative. But as they say, it’s darkest before the dawn – and that’s precisely when she steps into my storm.
Katrina is far from your typical therapist. She’s an enigma wrapped in pure heat. It’s not just her striking beauty that disarms me, but the way she can make me question myself with a single glance.
The future of my football career teeters on her evaluation of me, but I can’t keep my mind from wandering to what it’d be like if the tables were turned. If she was the one on the couch and I was making the assessment of her in the most unimaginable positions.
I realize this won’t end well. I’m a single father and a football player with a lot on the line, and this fascination with my therapist doesn’t just test the boundaries of professionalism, it shatters them. Wanting her is risky, I know, but it seems my attraction to danger has always been my Achilles’ heel.
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