Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 19: This therapist won’t be an exception.

"Time to go home and finish what you started?!"

A voice thundered from outside, deep and commanding. Gabe and Fred both turned sharply toward the door just as it was thrown open with a loud bang.

Standing in the doorway was Sabe, his jaw clenched and anger burning in his eyes. His voice came out hard, dripping with accusation.

"What exactly are you finishing, Gabe?"

Gabe raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a mocking smirk. "And what are you doing here?" he asked coolly, folding his arms across his chest as if Sabe’s sudden intrusion was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.

"And why can’t I be here?" Sabe shot back instantly, mirroring Gabe’s gesture as he placed both hands on his hips. "Where’s that therapist of yours? You managed to find yourself the hottest therapist in the country."

"What exactly is your business with that, Sabe?" Fred cut in, irritation flashing in his eyes. His tone carried a sharp edge of annoyance. "When the hell did you start caring about Gabe again or his whereabouts, his feelings, or the people he meets?"

"Just keep your mouth shut when I’m talking with my partner," Sabe barked, his voice rising. "It’s not your place to meddle." His gaze hardened as he took a threatening step forward. "And of course, I deserve to know where my partner is and who he’s meeting with. I’m a public figure, Fred! And mind you, I wouldn’t even be this bothered if Gabe had actually allowed his security team to escort him. That’s what I pay them for! But no... you decided to play the hero, to become his bodyguard and risk public gossip, is it?"

Fred let out a sharp laugh, humorless and full of disbelief. "Damn! So that’s it? You’re not here because you care about him after all. You’re just worried about your precious reputation."

Sabe scoffed, eyes narrowing. "He knows I care about him. That’s exactly why I assigned two of my best men to him in the first place. But since he refused to go back to the vacation house and insisted on staying here, I had no choice but to make sure he was protected. I won’t let him wander off again not after that night. All because he caught me with Mathew...."

A sharp crack cut through the air.

Fred’s hand had connected with Sabe’s face, the sound echoing across the room. Sabe staggered back a step, one hand flying to his reddened cheek, shock flashing across his features. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"The audacity!" Fred exploded, eyes blazing with fury. "You didn’t just cheat on my friend with that slut you brought home, you’ve got the nerve to bring up that incident in front of him while he’s still trying to heal from your betrayal?!" His voice trembled with rage as he took a step forward, fists clenched at his sides.

Sabe’s eyes widened in disbelief, then darkened with fury. "How dare you hit me?!" he roared, his body tensing as he prepared to strike back.

Before he could move, Gabe surged forward and caught him by the leg, holding him firmly in place. His touch was desperate, trembling slightly. "Stop it, Sabe. Please." Gabe’s voice cracked as his grip tightened. "Even if you don’t love me anymore... at least, for the sake of what we once had, let Fred go. He’s only trying to look out for me." His gaze lifted slightly, watery eyes glimmering under the dim light. "You can hit me instead, if you want. I’d rather take it."

Sabe froze at the words, his brows furrowing in disbelief. "And why," he asked in a low, dangerous tone, "would I ever hit you?"

He bent down slowly until he was at Gabe’s eye level on the wheelchair. His hand rose, deliberate and smooth, before his fingers brushed along Gabe’s cheek. His touch lingered, tracing the soft line of Gabe’s jaw up to the corner of his pink, plump lips....lips that looked too fragile to belong to someone capable of deception.

"I’ll never hit such a beautiful face," Sabe murmured, his voice deepening to a velvety calm.

Gabe’s lips twitched, but not into a smile. Of course you wouldn’t, he thought bitterly. You need my face....your perfect little trophy. That fake romance you show to your fans once a month depends on it. You can’t afford to bruise your prop. He forced a faint smile, though his thoughts darkened. You’d never raise a hand to me, but what you’re doing already hurts far worse than any slap could.

"You know what, baby..." Sabe straightened up again, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeves. "Where’s that therapist of yours? I really don’t mind paying a huge amount of money if he’s good. Lucky him, right? It’ll be his fortune if he gets to visit you personally." His tone carried a possessive edge hidden behind casual words. "I don’t know why you needed a marriage therapist in the first place....it’s unnecessary but fine. I’ll let you do whatever you want... as long as you let me do whatever I want."

Let me just allow you keep playing hard to get under that therapist if yours guidance while I keep my attention on Matthew and our baby. Sabe thought inwardly.

Gabe tilted his head, one brow arched in mock curiosity. "Whatever i want?"

"Of course," Sabe replied firmly. "Anything to make you happy, just like you make me happy." His gaze lingered on Gabe for a moment too long before he continued, "That therapist can come to our mansion for your sessions. There’s no need for bodyguards to follow you unless you’re leaving the mansion."

Gabe’s lips curved into a sweet, almost genuine smile. "Sure. That sounds like a wonderful idea."

Exactly what I wanted, he screamed internally with wicked satisfaction. Let’s see how much you regret those words later about me being allowed to do whatever I want as long as I’m happy.

Fred, who had been standing a few feet away, let out an exasperated scoff. His hands were planted firmly on his waist as he watched Gabe.....his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. He should be furious right now, Fred thought bitterly. But no... he’s smiling.

Sabe clapped his hands together lightly, as though the argument had reached its end. "Good. Then we should head home now. I’ll contact the therapist for you tomorrow... or you could speak to him yourself, whichever you prefer." His tone had shifted back to that commanding calm he often used in public appearances.

"I’ll talk to him myself," Gabe replied, still wearing that same warm, unbothered smile.

Sabe nodded, satisfied, and turned toward the door.

****

Later that afternoon.

"And what do you mean by you’ll talk to the therapist yourself?" Fred asked, his brows furrowed in both curiosity and irritation. He stood across the room, watching Gabe sip lazily from a glass of wine while sitting comfortably on his king-sized bed. "You really want him to start taking your sessions here? Do you think I don’t see what you’re up to, young man?"

Gabe’s smirk widened as he lowered his glass. "Sabe suggested it, so why not? It’ll save me the stress of going back and forth," he said with a casual shrug, his tone playful yet sharp.

Fred rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Sabe suggested it... or you planted the idea in his head?" His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Because honestly, everything seems to be falling into place exactly the way you planned it."

Gabe chuckled softly, swirling the wine in his glass before looking up at Fred. "Since you already know," he said smoothly, "why bother asking?"

Reaching behind him, Gabe pulled out a small camera and held it up, the glint of metal catching the light. "This little thing," he said, smirking, "recorded everything that happened at the therapist’s office today. Every word, every reaction. Of course, I edited out the part where I was sucking that banana, the therapist’s expression during it,muted our voices before sending the video to Sabe."

Fred blinked, then laughed in disbelief. "Wait... so Sabe came rushing here because of a banana-sucking video and a hot therapist? You actually made him jealous?"

Gabe leaned back, with a smirk plastered on his face . "I don’t know if it’s jealousy," he said coolly, "but I do know he hates losing control. Maybe it’s pride... or maybe he just can’t stand the idea of anyone else getting too close to his investment." His eyes darkened. "To him, I’m not just a partner....I’m his wealth key, his image booster."

Fred’s jaw clenched. "That bastard! A slap isn’t enough. I should’ve punched him instead," he muttered under his breath, pacing in frustration. "But tell me, do you really think the therapist will agree to come here? He’s hot, yes, and apparently the number one therapist in the country which means he’s rich. Your money might not impress someone like him."

Gabe smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "He’ll agree."

Fred turned sharply toward him. "And how are you so sure?"

Gabe set down his wine glass, his gaze locked with Fred.

"Because I already set the stage," he said softly. "Everything I did at his office today wasn’t just for fun....it was deliberate. Every gesture, every word, every look. Men are simple creatures, Fred. You just have to understand them... and know which act works best to lure them in."

A satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he added, "And trust me... this therapist won’t be an exception."