I was trying so hard not to fall for Brandon's play. But his effect on me physically was already making it harder for my body to not further react.

I still hadn't figured out what he meant by what he said the other day. That he had missed me and that he needed me? I had only treated him for a little bit more than a week and he spoke to me like he was attached.

I knew that mentally ill people could have the tendency of getting attached to people after an abnormally short amount of time. But since Brandon had the earlier behavior and title of a psychopath, it was hard for me to understand what he told me.

"Brandon, is it okay if I ask you something?"

Since the patients had their free day, I decided to ask for permission about questions.

"You can ask me what you want, nurse Frazier,"

"What do you really mean when you tell me those things? Are you looking for a reaction? Or are you searching for empathy? Trying to find my weakness?"

I realized my question turned into a lot more than one. The frustration of my strong curiosity took over my professionality and I realized that my words didn't come out the way I expected.

The man in front of me rest his elbows on to his knees and licked his lips again. I would never confess that the way he hydrated those plump lips with his wet tongue made me weak. He was attractive with every feature and his masculine, mysterious movements.

The way he made me curious about him was no longer just about fear or gossip. I was curious in a caring way. I wanted to know more about him, figure out if he was only capable of being the devil himself, or if he actually had a glimpse of benevolence inside of that heart.

I realized that my attraction toward him was making it easier for me to treat him like a human being. But it was not a good thing for my profession to feel such things.

"I say those things because that's the way I feel. Isn't that the purpose of our meetings? That I should tell you how I feel?"

Brandon was right with his words. I knew he was a smart man, but to play with my feelings to hold back what was really going on inside of his brain, was not a tactic I would accept.

"Of course it is. I just wanted to ask,"

I pretended like I didn't know about his tactics and other ways of playing his psychopathic games with me.

The situation and competition between us was really one professional against the other. But I would never let him win. I had far more experience and scientific knowledge than he did. I was educated in human behavior, which I knew he wasn't, and I could mention every part of the human brain if someone just asked me, which I knew he couldn't.

I was for sure one step ahead of him without his knowledge.

"Another question then?" Brandon said and caught my attention again.

I got a little bit surprised.

I knew that it was okay for me to ask him questions due to his earlier statement. But I didn't know that he wanted me to ask them.

"You want me to ask you another question?" I said, just to make sure that was what he meant.

"Yes. I know you have a lot of them in there, nurse Frazier,"

Immediately I looked away from him when I felt my cheeks heat up at his statement. He didn't know a thing about me. But he was right.

"Why me? Why did you threaten nurse Browne and Ms. Schwartz herself that you would refuse your treatment and to be cooperative if you didn't get me as your treating nurse?"

Once again, I realized that the profession in my voice didn't sound like I wanted it. Brandon raised his eyebrows and leaned back carefully in the armchair.

He looked at me with a grin while he bit his lip in the most seductive way.

"You were the new one. I told you everyone else around here treats me like I'm a fucking monster. You know this is not the first time I'm here," His voice was darker than usual, and his gaze turned with it.

I got a little bit embarrassed by his swearing. In some strange way, it was extremely attractive when he used words like that.

I knew that there was something he didn't tell me. This situation could not only have been about such a thing as I was the new nurse?

"Are you lying to me?"

I didn't trust this man, nor did I know him. Yet I felt disappointed that there was a chance that he was lying to me.

"I never lie, Beverly,"