Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Okay,” he sighed, then clasped his hands, “that’s good. Continue.”
“Um, okay.” She waited for an explanation, but he simply looked at her and intertwined his fingers over his knee. “Well, like I said in my email, Lennox is the reason why I know about you. He said you were a big inspiration for him, and are part of the reason he is, in his words, emotionally mature enough to handle a serious relationship, and be a man of his word.”
“Yes, your fiancé and I had—”
“Fiancé? He just asked me to marry him yesterday, Dr. Aknaten, but I wrote you several weeks ago for this session. How’d you know he was my fiancé now? Did Lennox call you?”
His jaw tightened, and then he frowned. He looked quite perturbed, much to her surprise. His eyes were now level under thick, dark brows. He abruptly leaned into the camera, his body movements swift and antagonistic. She blinked, feeling a bit unsteady as two bright, sunset-colored eyes with traces of gray and copper gleamed right back at her. Such an unusual shade.
“If what I said is factual, how is my answer to that question going to help you, Nadia? Is he or is he not your husband-to-be?” His voice was so low, so devoid of emotion, that it shook her.
Her heart began to beat all the faster. For some reason, she was suddenly uncomfortable, feeling like she’d been called to the principal’s office, and yet, she couldn’t look away from him.
“Yes, it’s true. He’s my fiancé now, but I just wanted to know how you knew is all.” She shrugged.
“Now, let’s continue. It’s on my website, but I like to give a quick little rundown. I am a licensed clinical psychotherapist, sex therapist, and psychologist who specializes in human sexuality, family counseling, and interracial romantic relationships, with a focus on Black women with non-Black men. I have a license in massage therapy, sexual healing rehabilitation and treatment, and I also have an accreditation to counsel people who have experiences or fantasies involving sexual deviancy. I run an annual private seminar for men who are sex and intimacy addicts, which, for some, falls under the sexual deviancy umbrella. Sexual deviancy, in this case, does not include non-consensual physical interactions. I do not counsel rapists, for I do not believe that the majority of rapists can be rehabilitated, and due to my own bias and hatred of such actions, I am not equipped to engage fairly with men or women who have molested and/or forced themselves upon others without sanction, regardless of the age, race, gender, or creed of the victim.”
She could tell that he had the spiel memorized, and yet, she was intrigued with the manner in which he spoke.
“I’m an award-winning author of over twenty-seven books to date, and have been on many major networks and broadcasts for interviews, or simply to share my expertise regarding some current affairs. I am born and raised in New York City, the South Bronx to be exact, and I am biracial. Half Egyptian—Arab, with no African genetic ancestry on my paternal side. Trust me, I checked and the DNA test proved my father correct despite my desire to claim at least one or two percent African blood.” She smiled at that. “My mother was full blooded North Korean, which some people find surprising since most biracial individuals from Korea have parentals from South Korea.” She nodded in understanding. “So that makes me, in layman’s terms, half Asian and half Egyptian. Now, moving on. You brought up Lennox.
“When I spoke to Lennox over a year ago, you were not in the picture, but I was helping him in regard to some things he was dealing with at the time in his own life, and also to prepare him for you. His future wife.” He skipped right over her prior question, and she realized she was simply going to have to be okay with that. The man was not paying her no mind. “As you already know from my emailed response to you, my main mission is to address men. We are the ones, in my informed opinion, who need the most assistance when it comes to relationships—because we are not creators, we are hunters and builders. That is not one in the same. That aside, we have issues with managing our emotions contrary to the stereotype that women aren’t able to see things logically.
“Men are naturally domineering—we are designed to be that way. The problem comes in when we abuse our physical strength and leadership skills to control others under false pretenses. Typically fueled by our own insecurities. As men, we are greedy for power and province, controlling, and lack accountability due to the collapse of societal regulations as it pertains to male self-governing. Even some of our convictions and faiths express that women are to blame should a man be weak when it comes to controlling himself. If he feels he’s been seduced or sexually stimulated by simply seeing a beautiful woman out and about, then it is the woman whom the blame is placed.