I must clarify, he holds a special place in my heart. He's more than just a decade older than me; he's my brother's closest friend, a professional therapist seeking to guide me, and there's an undeniable attraction between us. However, there's a dark side to him that I can't ignore – he has a disturbing interest in individuals like myself. This morning, he asked, "What were you up to earlier?" I tried to respond truthfully, saying, "I was meditating, focusing on my breath as you taught me," but I'm not very skilled at hiding my lies. Aiden raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his eyes. "Is that so?" he prodded, crossing his arms, drawing my attention to the impressive muscles beneath. Lost in thought, I looked away, fidgeting with my thumbs. "Yes, Doctor Aiden, I was meditating," I stuttered, trying to justify my actions. His next words left me stunned. "Why are you lying to me, Ivy? I heard your voice, your intimate cries, when you reached climax... alone with your fingers." In a complex web of emotions, he holds the memory of my first love. Once a responsible, academically successful girl, my world shattered when I discovered my boyfriend in my best friend's bed. I craved a connection that went beyond surface-level promises, a man who wouldn't inflict pain. Enter Aiden Stone, my brother's confidant, a therapist offering support, and a physically irresistible force. But his age difference,加上他对幼女的迷恋，使得这段感情之路布满荆棘。
