I was trying so hard not to fall for his act, but his effect on me physically was already making it harder for my body not to further react.

I still couldn't figure out what he meant with what he said the other day, that he had missed me and that he needed me.

I had only treated him for a bit more than a week and he spoke to me like he was attached already. I knew that mentally ill people often had 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 comprehend what he was trying to tell 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? Are you searching for empathy? Trying to find my weakness?" I noticed my question turned into a lot more than one, but the frustration of my strong curiosity took over my professionalism and I discerned that my words didn't come out the way I expected.

The man in front of me rested his elbows onto 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 could turn any woman into a fawn.

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 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? Talking about 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 strategy 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 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 no matter what he believed himself.

"Another question then?" Brandon suddenly uttered and caught my attention again. I was a 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 inquired, 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 as I felt my cheeks heat up from his statement. He didn't know a thing about me. But he was right.

"Why me?" I spared the embarrassment, prayed for him to understand.

"What do you mean?" The arrogant leer spread all over his face, confirming that he knew exactly what I was talking about. He was just fooling me around for pleasure.

"Why did you tell Nurse Browne and Ms. Schwartz that you would refuse further cooperation if you didn't get me as your treating nurse?" Once again, I noticed 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, still with the same grin as he bit his lip in the most seductive way. He looked pleased by my frustration.

"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 eyes turned with it. I got embarrassed by his swearing, but in some strange way, it was extremely attractive when he used words like that.

"So?" The short reply made me appear rude, but I needed him to continue.

"I noticed you were new, and I saw the opportunity to get myself a new treater since everyone else hates me in here," He explained further.

"You chose to threaten the chief to get yourself a new nurse?" I replied, with eyebrows in shape of confusion. Declaring him stupid was not my intention, but the explained reason was not enough to impend on Dorothy for. He was just way too filled with conceit. Brandon jerked his shoulders.

"How else am I supposed to get what I want?" The voice of ignorance spread down my spine, and yet again his confident rudeness conquered me as I realized he was right. He knew exactly what tactics to use to own this place. Still, I felt there was something he didn't tell me.

This situation could not only have been about such a thing as him wanting a new treating nurse. He couldn't possibly know if I would give him a chance just because I was the most recent employee. In fact, I detested him as much as everyone else around us. I crossed my arms over my chest, showing Brandon I was not satisfied enough with his response.

"Are you lying to me?" I uttered as I strained my eyes, trying to read right through him. I didn't trust this man, nor did I know him. Yet I felt disappointed that there was a chance he was lying to me.

"I never lie, Beverly,"