Chapter 14 ( Madison's POV ) 55 vouchers It was Monday . The universal day of regret , coffee , and questioning your entire existence . But in the McLeon household ? It was " Visit the Therapist " day . And according to Steven's very official schedule , I was to accompany him to his shrink . Not just drop him off . Not wait in the car . Accompany . Like I was his wife . Or emotional support human . At sharp , he rolled into the living room looking like a damn runway show had thrown up Armani on him . Charcoal gray tailored suit . Crisp white shirt . No tie , because of course he's emotionally unavailable but make it fashion . Hair brushed back like he was about to give a TED Talk about " How to Be Devastatingly Handsome While Being an Ass ." Cologne ? Woodsy , sinful , and designed to confuse my ovaries . I sat there on the velvet couch , sipping my overpriced oat milk latte , wearing : My Gucci hoodie ( gifted , thank you Regina McLeon , you legend ) , Levi's that had survived the college apocalypse , And Dior running shoes that cost more than my old car . Lipstick ? Just a soft cherry - red dab . Still glowing from spa day because why not . I was the literal definition of " high - low fashion ." " You're wearing that ? " he asked as I buckled the strap on my bag . I looked up , slowly , sipped my coffee . " Yup . I like to be comfortable when I listen to millionaires unpack their trauma . " He scowled . " It's therapy , not brunch ." I winked . " And yet , I still look edible . Weird , right ? " He muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like " unfair advantage ", but I pretended not to hear because I was too busy admiring my reflection in the hallway mirror . " Is the therapist hot ? " I asked casually as we waited for the elevator . Steven blinked . " What ? " 11:28 Thu , Sep 18 Chapter 14 : 71 55 vouchers " I just want to emotionally prepare myself . I don't want to be blindsided by a sexy brain whisperer , you know ? " He stared . " You're insane . " " I'm spicy ," I corrected , stepping into the elevator . " And possibly under - caffeinated . Keep up ." The car ride was tense . Not because anything bad happened - but because we looked like a scandal waiting to happen . Me in my casually luxe outfit . Him in full - on billionaire CEO mode . The driver kept peeking in the mirror like he wanted to ask if we were famous . Or fighting . Or both . And Steven ? He was unusually quiet . Glancing at me . Frowning . Glancing again . " What ? " I finally asked , annoyed . He looked out the window . " Nothing . You're just ... loud today ." " Emotionally or fashionably ? " " Both . " " Thank you . " He gave a half - smirk that almost made me forget he was about to go talk about his deep , dark feelings to a stranger while I probably sat in a leather chair pretending not to eavesdrop . The clinic was sleek . Modern . Like the therapist was paid in gold bars and stock options . Steven wheeled in like he owned the building - which , knowing him , he probably did . The receptionist smiled at him , then looked at me . And blinked . I knew that look . That " Who is she ? " look . I gave her a sweet smile and said , " Hi , I'm his favorite nightmare . Madison . I'm with him today . " Steven let out a sigh that was half groan , half laughter . And I swear I saw the therapist in the hallway watching us with an amused smirk . 11:29 Thu , Sep 18 Chapter 14 Game on . Because this was therapy day . 71 55 vouchers And therapy or not , I was still going to be the best - dressed emotional support tornado Steven McLeon ever brought to an appointment . But ... Let me tell you something - therapy waiting rooms are liars . They're dressed up all warm and serene with their pastel walls and bonsai plants and lavender - scented air like it's a yoga retreat for your feelings , but in reality ? It's just overpriced boredom with a candle . I sat there for thirty minutes sipping sparkling water that tasted like regret , flipping through magazines with names like Forbes Mindfulness and Therapy Chic . Across the room , the flirty green - haired receptionist was sneak - glancing at Steven's direction every five minutes like he was on the cover of her imaginary romance novel . Steven ? He looked like he'd rather be racing on a track filled with lava than inside a building where he had to talk about his feelings . He came out of the session with a poker face , nodding politely to the receptionist , but then- Da - dan . The moment of chaos . Fate . Drama . Enter : the villain . A tall man . Olive skin . Designer sunglasses even indoors . A stupid gold chain glinting on his neck like a trophy he gave himself . His suit was tight enough to scream midlife crisis , and his stupid shiny hair was slicked back like he was auditioning to be the villain in a telenovela no one asked for . But the worst ? The mustache . Thin . Pointy . Trimmed like he sculpted it with a fork . Straight up looked like the rat villain in my invisible nephew's favorite animated show , " Mousetropolis Vengeance ." He gave Steven that smug look - the one men give other men when they've won something big . Like a trophy . Or , in this case , a race in Dubai that ended in Steven's career - shattering accident . " Ah ," he said in a thick Italian accent that was way less sexy when it came from someone oozing arrogance . " Steven McLeon . I thought you'd be taller ... or at least standing . " 11:29 Thu , Sep 18 Chapter 14 Oh , hell . No. I blinked . Looked at Steven . He was stone . : : Muscles taut . Jaw clenched . Hands gripping the armrest so tight I thought the leather would cry . 71 55 vouchers He didn't move . Didn't speak . And that made me livid . Because no one - and I mean no one - gets to talk down to Steven like that . Except me . With love . And sarcasm . But still - ME . So I smiled sweetly . Rolled Steven's chair right up to him like I was the hostess of the " End You With Words " table . And then : " Hi , sorry , did you say something ? I thought I heard a dying weasel speak , but it must've been your mustache ." The man blinked . " Excuse me ? " " Oh no , you're excused . From fashion . And basic human decency . That thing on your face ? " I pointed . " Is it growing a personality ? Or is it auditioning to join Ratatouille 2 : The Revenge of Alfredo ? " The green - haired receptionist choked on her gum . He opened his mouth . I raised a brow . " You know , I always wondered what would happen if ego and gel had a baby . And now ... here you are . " He took a step forward , but I wasn't done . " Oh , and by the way , " I leaned in , lowering my voice like a dagger wrapped in velvet , " Steven might be in a chair , but at least he has class , talent , and dignity . All of which you traded in for a Rolex and a comb . " The receptionist snorted . Someone near the front desk clapped . Steven ? He didn't say a word . But his chest was rising . Slowly . Like he just inhaled oxygen made of petty revenge and justice . I patted his shoulder . " Come on , champ . Let's leave before this cartoon rat grows a tail . " And just like that , we rolled out - not just walking, but strutting . Victory ? 11:29 Thu , Sep 18 Chapter 14 Ours . Audience ? 71 55 vouchers Stunned . The Italian mustache villain ? Humiliated . Steven McLeon ? Smirking like a man who just found out his personal therapist was also dating karma . I sipped my sparkling water on the way out like it was victory champagne. Because no one messes with my billionaire PT baby . Unless it's me . And even then ? I come with waffles and love . 曲