Brody's POV

"What are you doing here?" I asked and fear gripped her. She was definitely trying to be bold but it was not helping matters.

"I'm here...."

I interrupted. "What are you doing here late at night? It's already 12pm." I told him and she gasped.

I was already fuming with anger but I was able to control my anger because we were not truly married. How would a responsible woman be found in a man's house late at night, not just any man but her therapist.

"You don't have the right to make me feel like an object."

I chuckled and responded nicely. "I'm not making you feel...