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My name is Claire Benin. I'm a psychotherapist, and just an ordinary

middle-aged woman trapped in a seven-year marriage.

I used to believe, without a doubt, that my life would simply follow the path

laid out for me, moving forward quietly and uneventually.

But fate had other plans.

Before I knew it, I had fallen hopelessly in love with the very woman I

was supposed to treat.

Miss Vega, sorry for the interruption. The building's fire system

malfunctioned.

You look beautiful today.

The red is redding well. Sexy.

And my sex addiction is acting up again, Doc.

You hot nymphomaniac.

What's wrong with me? She's my patient and she's a woman.

Claire.

Put on that blue dress I left in the closet. We're going to Diana Vega's

party tonight.

Julian, I... This party is huge for the company. You need to look perfect.

Don't embarrass me, alright? Be there in 30 minutes.

Miss Vega, thank you so much for the invitation.

Please, let me introduce you to my wife.

Hello, Claire.

No! I'm sorry! Please just let me go!

Is this the pussy you wanted?

Run!

Here's Johnny.

Let her go. I've already called 911.

The cops on their way here.

Let her go.

You two know each other?

Who doesn't know the finest therapist in the city?

I've read about you, Claire.

Mr. Bennett, the investors are ready for your pitch.

They're waiting next door. Oh, that's great. Honey, keep Ms. Vase company.

You look nervous.

I'm so sorry. I need the restroom.

There's a changing room here.

Follow me.

Damn it, why'd I even wear it?

Well, let's get rid of the dress then.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

Claire! Where the hell are you? Come and pick me up at the club. Right now!

I'm on my way.

A hundred million dollars, Claire.

Diana is going to sign that contract next week.

I'm going to be the most powerful man in the city.

That's great.

And you were a total mess tonight. You almost screwed me up. Julian, I...

Kiss

me, Kofi.

I want you my love

You've

got a gorgeous body

It's a shame your dress and lingerie hid most of it.

I hope to see more next time.

Morning,

honey. Here's your coffee.

I don't have time for it.

There's a meeting at 10.

Can't be late.

Julian.

Today is our seventh anniversary.

I booked that rooftop restaurant you love.

Just you and me tonight, okay?

Diana is doing the final evaluation of my project next week.

I have to work late tonight.

You don't want me to lose $100 million for your anniversary dinner, do you?

Julian, we haven't shared a meal since months.

I know what this is about.

If the loneliness is too much to handle, there are fresh cucumbers in the fridge

and condoms in my drawer. Feel free to help yourself.

You've got a gorgeous body.

It's a shame your dress and lingerie hid most of it.

I hope to see more next time.

Diana's a trouble.

She might even ruin my career.

Amy, cancel all of Diana Vega's upcoming appointments. But Dr. Benen, Miss Vega

is our VIP client.

Her hourly rate is... Just tell her my schedule is full and seal her file.

Blocked?

Come in.

Miss Vega, Dr. Claire Bennet's office just dropped an email.

They've canceled all your upcoming therapy appointments.

Well, well.

That's a first.

Claire, you're full of surprises.

Get my lawyer on this. Tell him I hate people who break their contracts.

Dr. Bennet, I am the chief counsel for the Vega Group.

Given your unilateral breach of contract, we are filing a lawsuit

against you for $5 million.

A lawsuit? There has to be some mistake.

You can explain that to Miss Vega yourself.

You have 30 minutes.

I thought you never wanted to hear my

voice again, Claire.

Miss Vega, about the cancellation, it's a mix-up.

We can talk it out.

You have five minutes.

You know where to find me.

I'm sorry, Miss Vega.

This doesn't look like the right moment. I'll wait outside.

Stop. You will explain yourself to me right here, Claire.

Miss Vega, I believe there's been a misunderstanding.

The reason I... Are you afraid you'll fall in love with me, darling?

Miss Vega, first of all, I can't have any such relation with any of my

patients. That violates the professional code of ethics.

Second, as your therapist, I must warn you that indulging every impulse will

only worsen your sex addiction.

You're literally fueling it. Who cares, doc?

I do.

Miss Vega, as a therapist, it's my duty to warn you.

Your lack of control might destroy your life one day.

I'm drunk.

Drive me home. You'll have the withdrawal papers in your and box

tomorrow morning.

Okay.

Are you trying to seduce a sex addict, Doc?

Seatbelt, baby.

Oh.

Hey, relax.

I'm not a criminal.

I'm not going to force you to do anything. You know that, right?

I know, Miss Vega.

But... I'm just a therapist.

I love my husband very much, and there's no way I'm going to betray him even a

little. That's why I canceled your sessions.

Really?

You've got me all wrong.

I'm just testing my new shrink with my worst defense mechanism.

Testing? Do you honestly expect me to believe that, Miss Vega?

I was nine when I was thrown into the elite boarding school in New England.

On Thanksgiving.

All the kids at school were picked up.

But my parents?

To them, I was another addition to their possessions.

Behave and you'd get another credit card.

Step out of line and you'd be treated like a nobody.

Money can buy everything, but not love.

I still crave warmth, but I don't know how to build a healthy relationship with

anyone.

I've changed my mind.

Nine tomorrow morning.

My office.

Claire!

Yes, Miss Vega?

Don't leave, please.

I need you Claire.

No, stop.

There's a camera.

Don't worry.

I own this building.

Just like I own you.

I need to go.

My husband's waiting.

Yeah.

Julian, I want to tell you something.

It can wait till tomorrow.

Diana Vega is a sex addict and she... She is seducing me.

Have you lost it?

Diana is the queen of Wall Street. She can have anybody she wants.

Why would she go after a middle-aged married woman like you?

Julian, it's not a joke. Just stop, okay?

Wipe that ugly look off your face. We're having that family dinner tomorrow, so

focus and get everything ready.

Oh, for God's sake. Is this how you slice cheese?

How many times do I have to tell you Susan only eats freshly shaved parmesan?

They must be thin enough to see through.

Mom, Susan's looking for you. It's something about her birthday gift.

All right, stop looking like a battered wife.

I know you're still mad about our anniversary dinner yesterday. Here, take

it.

Thank you, baby.

Ugh, Claire, you smell like butter and onions. Step back.

You'll ruin my suit.

Where are you?

Julian, I can't believe this! Diana Vega is visiting your home! That's awesome!

My boy!

You've always made me proud!

We're finally going to be filthy rich!

Welcome, Mrs. Vega.

It's an absolute honor to... Mrs.

Benna?

Thank you for driving me home last night.

Oh, of course.

Claire is always so helpful.

Miss Vega, since you're here, why don't we head to my office now? I have the

presentation ready for your investment details.

Fine.

But I feel quite comfortable around your wife.

I want her to accompany us today.

I'm sorry, Miss Vega. Sure, why not?

Please, allow me to drive.

What are you standing there for, you idiot? Get in the damn car, and don't

you dare ruin Julian's investment.

Sorry, Mrs. Benna. Just went on a shopping spree on Fifth Avenue.

But I don't mind sharing this space with you.

Miss Vega, this car is a work of art. Perfect acceleration.

Driving this in Manhattan traffic is a tragedy.

Custom B12 engine, sir.

Easy, Doc. It's all right.

Please stop.

Julian might see us.

I bet he can't see a thing.

Mr. Bennett, this car has excellent traction control.

It's perfect for drifting. Try flooring it through that next turn. Really?

Well, hold on tight!

Claire, what the hell are you doing?

Claire, what the hell are you doing?

Mr. Benin, nice drift back there, but your wife seems to be a little carsick,

so I let her sit on my lap to catch her breath.

Claire, you always ruin everything.

I admire your driving skills, Mr. Benin.

If you can get us to the office in ten minutes, I might consider moving your

contract evaluation up to today.

Ten minutes?

That's easy.

Buckle up. You're about to see Wall Street feed!

This is insane.

My husband is right in front of me, and here I am in a woman's lap doing God

knows what.

Damn, why can't I stop her?

Just admit it, sweetie.

Your husband can never give you what you want.

No, please.

Why stop your body is clearly craving for more

Roach

let me show you how it's done

Claire? What are you doing?

I'm just carsick, Julian. You just... Mr.

Bennett, looks like you were just bragging about your driving skills.

Look at her.

You gave her a hard time.

I'm sorry.

I got too excited. I never meant to... Damn it!

What the hell just happened?

How could I get so turned on by a woman? It has never happened before.

What the fuck are you doing, man?

Tiptoeing on the highway?

I'm calling the cops.

Miss Vega, please help me.

My lawyer will contact you. The money will be more than enough to shut your

mouth. Now let him go.

Miss Vega, it's you.

Thank you. Have a wonderful day.

I'm not feeling well. I want to go home.

You heard her. Let's take her home. Yes, ma'am.

You made me look like an asshole in front of Diana.

I could have lost a hundred million dollars and everything with it.

Julian, you've got it all wrong.

We need to sit down and talk. Talk about what? Your goddamn car sickness?

Or your screams?

You're pathetic.

Thank God Diana let it slide.

Her secretary just sent me the term sheet.

There's an emergency at the company. I won't come home tonight Get out of my

sight now

Julian?

Did you forget something?

It's me, Doc.

May I come in?

Get in.

Did Julian do this?

That's sorry excuse of a husband.

I'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget.

Please stay out of it, Miss Vega.

And we need to talk.

So please calm down.

I can't see you like this, darling.

I won't calm down. Not without a kiss.

That's not enough.

Feels better now. What do you want to talk about, Claire?

I am your therapist, Diana.

What happened in the car today can never happen again.

If word gets out, I might lose my license.

You'll have to respect me and my profession.

And so?

Starting tomorrow, we have three rules.

I'm listening.

First, we only meet during therapy sessions.

Second, no crossing the line.

Stay out of my marriage.

Sounds like quite the challenge.

What if I said no?

Then I'll petition the board to revoke my therapy license.

I'd rather give up my career than ever treat you again.

Deal.

Good.

Tomorrow morning at 10, I'll see you in my office.

You can leave now.

Please, I can't... Shh.

Don't move.

It's a gift.

Take it off and I might just tear Julian's ass apart tonight.

Thank you.

Don't look at me like that. You said it.

The rules will start tomorrow.

See you then, Doc.

Relax, honey.

You're the therapist.

Let's begin.

Tell me, when did you first realize you couldn't control this strong desire for

intimacy?

Let me think.

Ah, yes.

On my 18th birthday, I hooked up with my ex in a car.

That's when the monster inside me was let off its leash.

I couldn't stop it.

Go on.

Try to describe it. Give me the details.

It was pouring in Manhattan that night.

It was freezing outside.

Thank God it was awfully warm in there.

The air reeked of sweat and leather and crumb.

That feeling, it's addictive.

You want to drown in it again and again and again.

It's just a classic trauma response with an overcompensating dopamine surge.

Don't worry. I can help you overcome your sex addiction.

But you have to follow my advice.

Promise me, you will.

That shrink is full of shit.

Sex addiction isn't a disease you need to cure. It's a VIP ticket to heaven.

Just forget about it.

You don't need therapy.

You don't get it, Serafina.

This isn't about my addiction or therapy.

Then why waste all that time and money on a married pussy?

Because she matters to me.

Whatever. You know what matters to me?

Carpe diem.

I don't sleep around like you do.

Really?

You are mine, Claire.

Claire,

do it.

What's wrong, gorgeous?

Didn't like it?

Get lost.

You'll not believe what happened last night.

I actually turned down a handsome guy who was literally dancing in front of my

face in a thong. And it's all because of you.

Unbelievable.

That is an excellent start.

It proves you're taking back control of your body.

But this is just step one.

We must keep pushing.

You know Claire, withdrawal is brutal.

So give me a little reward.

Or I might lose my motivation to continue.

What kind of reward?

You know exactly what I want, don't you?

No! Miss Vega, we made a deal. Absolutely no intimacy during the

treatment.

Then, let's go on a date tonight.

Zero physical contact.

That doesn't break the rules, does it?

Hey Claire, I'm still stuck at the office.

I won't be home tonight either.

Again? Julian?

You don't even bother finding a fresh excuse anymore.

A date is fine, but I decide what we do.

I'll be the one in control.

Got it?

Are

you

serious, Claire?

You know I'd pay ten times more to book Manhattan's most exclusive private club

and watch a world-class strip show with you.

Sex and money aren't the only ways to have fun. You know nothing about real

joy. Hey, party freaks. Eyes up here.

The main event, the dance-off, starts now. Step up.

Hit the stage and unleash your wild side.

Winner gets free drinks all night.

So who's going first?

Watching a bunch of drunk idiots wiggle around on stay?

I don't see how that's more fun than a strip show.

I'll prove you wrong.

Oh, you want to bet?

Win the dance battle and I'll give you something that will blow your mind.

But if you lose, you'll grant me one request.

Anything.

Diana, just for the record, I was the dancing queen of my college.

And Julian, he fell for me right here in this bar when I was up on the stage

dancing the shit out of myself.

You seductive little witch Claire.

There's no way I'll ever let you go

Hey babe, that was fucking hot. Wanna grab a drink?

She's mine.

Still think she's coming with you?

Baby,

there are too many eyes here.

Let's go get a room.

I'm sorry. I have to go home.

No.

I changed my mind.

You're not going anywhere.

Don't do this.

I need you, Claire.

Be mine tonight.

Claire, are you crazy?

I want you.

Take me.

All of me.

Wait, I need to take this.

Hello?

What?

Right now?

Sorry, Claire. I've got to go.

You're late?

Look at this sorry little face.

I bet you didn't get anything from your useless husband last night.

Let me help you now.

Is this your exclusive therapy doc?

Yes.

Your first step is taking back control of your body.

I want you to remember this feeling.

Because from now on, your body answers only to me.

What's wrong, baby?

Relax, Doc.

I have a gift for you.

Open it, Claire.

You deserve it for stealing the show last night.

This... Like it?

I had it made to your exact measurements.

This is ridiculous, Diana.

I can't accept it. A bet is a bet.

You won at the Roadhouse last night, didn't you?

So just accept it.

Thank you.

I had the training room prepped. We can start today's session.

Yoga helps regulate your parasympathetic nervous system. Once you learn to

control your body with your breath, you can tame the beasts in your mind. Come

here. Follow my lead.

Like this?

That was terrible.

And those clothes?

They are blocking you from feeling the flow of energy.

Take them off.

Are you sure you want me to strip right now?

I mean, don't blame me for what happens next.

I am your therapist.

I control everything.

The only thing you need to do is follow my lead.

Try it again.

The side bend.

This is too hard, Claire.

My body won't listen. You're as stiff as a board.

Yes.

Focus on my hands.

Feel the energy flowing through you.

Did I get it right this time?

Sorry, I need to take this.

Maybe it's just a boring

telemarketer.

I feel much better now.

Can you teach me one more pose?

Of course.

Open your body nice and slow.

Feel it with your heart.

Standing in the

I want you.

What the

hell are you doing?

As you can see, Mom, I'm trying to seduce my therapist.

And I almost pulled it off.

Shut up!

Mrs. Vega.

Anger solves nothing.

Who the hell are you? I am Diana's therapist.

I don't want to sound rude, but your neglect and recklessness pushed her to

use sex to numb the pain. That's how she became addicted to it.

Addicted to sex?

God, that's disgusting.

Sometimes I wonder if you only kept me around to have someone to toy with.

Good thing I already own 20% of Vega Group, Mom.

Mr. Senator, I am on my way to the venue.

Yes, see you in a few minutes.

I don't care how you do it.

Whatever's wrong with this brat, cure it within a month.

I won't have the Vega Air dragged into some sex scandal. Send the bill to my

secretary. I'll pay you ten times your fee.

Carol, keep an eye on her.

Don't let her screw around again.

Yes, ma'am.

You're the first person who's ever challenged my mother.

You have me in a chokehold, darling.

Diana, I'm married. Besides, we're ten years apart and I'm your therapist.

There are lines we can't cross.

Fine.

I'll cross oceans just to kiss those lips again.

I'm sorry.

Today's session is over.

You need to calm down.

I'm leaving.

Claire!

Your heart was racing when I held you.

Don't pretend I didn't notice.

I'll wait until you stop fighting it and give in to me. I think you'll be waiting

forever.

What a day.

Julian, is that you? Can you get that? My hands are wet.

Sure, honey.

Who the fuck is this?

What's wrong, Julian?

Wait, you're not Riley?

Fuck you!

What the fuck, Claire?

Where the hell did you get this?

It's a gift from Diana Vega.

Last night, you bailed on me.

So I went to a roadhouse with her, we made a bet, and I won.

It's really just a gift.

Do you think I'm a fool?

Why would Diana give you this? Look at it. This is Scarlet Web, Jack's

legendary final creation.

Six million dollars.

Claire, you're a nobody.

You're nothing without my name. Why would Diana gift you something so

awfully pricey? Fine, then call Diana and ask her yourself.

Look at me, Claire. Are you cheating on me with some old wealthy bastard?

Julian, we've been married for seven years. You know I'll never do that to

you. But you?

Do you even care about me?

Do you care about this marriage at all? Don't give me that crap.

We are talking about this damn filthy lingerie, not me. Stop trying to dodge.

Damn it.

I have to take this. Work emergency. Who is Kofi?

What? Why do you sneak around like a thief every time you get a call from

Kofi? Why do you always use work as an excuse to leave in the middle of the

night, only to come back reeking of expensive cologne?

Julia, who's the one cheating in this marriage?

Claire, you're insane!

Kofi is my business partner! He's a man!

Do you think I'm not a faggot?

No. I can't keep up with her questions.

I have to have the upper hand here.

What happened, my big boy?

Why didn't you pick up? Did the old hag at home figure something out?

He always makes these stupid jokes.

You know, Wall Street men have a sick sense of humor.

Claire, we are talking about you here.

You say this came from Diana Vega, huh?

Fine. I'll call her and expose your lies once and for all.

Mrs. Vega, I'm sorry to bother you this late.

About the lingerie my wife Claire has... I gave it to her.

Count yourself lucky, Mr. Benet.

Oh, my God, Claire.

I actually thought you were cheating on me. I'm such a jerk.

I just don't want to lose you.

Can you forgive me?

Please?

Baby, I'll make your favorite angel steak tonight.

And next Monday, I'm taking you to Maui. Just you and me.

A little second honeymoon. What do you say?

Really? Of course.

I promise.

I'll get the dinner ready.

Wait for me, honey.

Sorry honey, time's up.

I should go.

Don't go Claire.

Don't leave me alone, please.

Mrs. Vega, if you need it, I can cancel my next client, but that costs extra.

You can go.

Claire, you are my only remedy.

I might really be beyond help, Claire.

Last night, I hired an escort and even had her wear an outfit like yours.

Just when I was about to lose control, that damn alarm went off.

I looked at her face and only felt sick. This is insane. Besides resistance and

guilt, what else did you feel?

I missed you.

You're burned into my mind. You're like a drug. I'm obsessed, I'm hooked, and

I'm losing my mind over you.

I can't stand not seeing you. When you're gone, all that's left is this

void.

Tell me.

Is this really just my addiction?

Or... Is this what love feels like?

No. This is just another withdrawal symptom.

You're projecting your sexual urges onto me, the savior you've lynched to. Maybe.

So... How are you planning to save me?

Conventional therapy has completely failed you.

If we want to break this cycle, we need to try something unconventional.

Oh? What's your plan?

Follow me.

You'll see when we get there.

Oh, Doc, are you planning to have some fun with me right here?

If that's the game you want to play, I promise I'll take you to heaven.

Your addiction got this bad because you obey every impulse.

Dopamine has hijacked your brain. The second your body sends a signal, you

give in.

Claire, are you trying to lecture a patient out of her sickness?

I need you to understand that an impulse isn't a command.

Real control isn't about getting rid of the desire.

It's being able to feel it burning through your veins and still choose to

say no.

Please. That's textbook garbage.

No one can control themselves when the physical urge takes over.

I can.

It's not so.

Prove it.

Perfect. In this room, no one can resist me.

Not even you, Claire.

You'll completely surrender to me, Claire.

Try me.

As you wish.

Baby, you're playing with fire.

Now, enjoy my punishment.

See? Your body tells the truth even when you don't.

Admit it, Claire.

Your desire is engulfing you.

Tell me.

You want more, don't you? No.

Lying makes you a bad girl, Claire.

Listen to your heartbeat.

It's going crazy.

No!

Diana, the test is over!

What's wrong, Claire?

Scared you'll end up surrendering to me?

This isn't about winning or surrendering.

You saw it yourself.

You pushed me to my limits, and I still said no.

You just need to learn to stop yourself when the urge peaks, just the way I did.

Once you say no at that moment, you'll break the cycle.

Ruthless as you, which is why you need to start with basic willpower training.

Running, swimming, use healthy physical stimulation to substitute your dopamine.

Claire, I swear, this is absolutely the worst thing you could do to me.

Keep going, Diana.

One more mile.

Control your breathing.

Feel the burn. That's what real life feels like.

Relax your body. Feel the water. Don't fight it. Inhale.

Go under.

Yes, you're doing great.

Diana, wake up!

Enough, Diana.

You're losing control again.

No, Claire.

I am completely sober right now.

And I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you.

Why?

You clearly have feelings for me, too.

Why won't you just face your own heart?

Sorry. Oh, look at you. You look like a lost little puppy.

Forget that woman. In this city, you either live it up, Or you miss out.

This is what you need, honey.

Take it, and every boy here is your toy tonight.

Have fun.

Keep those boys to yourself.

Julian! Are you ready? We're gonna be late!

Honey, you look great today.

What is going on?

Why is Kofi here?

Oh, didn't I tell you?

Kofi heard we were going to Maui for our anniversary, so he upgraded us to first

class and booked the top luxury villa on the island.

Isn't he an angel?

Don't worry, Mrs. Bennett.

I'm just heading to Hawaii to handle some branch business.

I won't disturb your sweet romantic getaway.

Hey babe, your wife is staring at us.

Looks like she wants to skin us alive.

Give me a minute.

I'll go get rid of that boring bitch.

Sorry, honey.

Kofo just got an urgent email from headquarters.

There's a flaw in next week's Silicon Valley pitch.

I have to go fix it with him. But Julian, we just got here.

And you promised. Claire, this deal is worth millions.

COFO is the only reason we can even meet with those Silicon Valley investors.

Just relax and enjoy the sun, all right? I won't be long.

I must be losing my mind.

Need some help, Doc?

Careful,

sweetie.

Thank you. What are you doing here?

Hey, baby! What are you doing over there?

Let me guess.

This is the shrink you were talking about? Wow, she's gorgeous.

Even dressed like a nun, she's still smoking hot.

Thank you.

Honey, I'm ready. The breeze is drying my skin out. You need to help me.

My pleasure, sweetie.

Hey, your therapist staring daggles over here. Do you think she's jealous?

Not enough.

Why? Why does it hurt so much to see her with someone else?

It didn't hurt this much even when Julian brushed me off.

I'm sorry, Claire.

I broke your heart. I hurt you. I'm sorry.

Don't flatter yourself.

It means nothing to me.

Stop lying, Claire!

It's in your eyes.

Besides, Serafina is my friend.

We were just putting on a show to see if you actually love me.

Claire, remember that filthy, disgusting alley?

Right when I thought the world was going to give up on me, you came and stood in

front of me.

911, the cops on their way here.

That Harley Quinn girl?

Was that you?

Your hands were freezing that day.

But when you grabbed my hand and ran, I felt warmth for the first time.

From that moment on, you became the only light in my empty life.

I've searched for you for four years, Claire.

So, sex addiction was just a lie?

You came to me for therapy just to set this whole thing up?

You came to me for therapy just to set this whole thing up?

No, Claire, listen to me. It's all real. I would never lie about that. I swear.

Stop. This is insane.

This violates my professional ethics and every principle I've lived by for 30

years. With all due respect, fuck your professional ethics. What about our

kiss?

When your body was shaking and your heart lost control, was that your

principles talking?

You are a coward, Claire.

You can barely let go of a marriage that's already dead. The truth is,

you're just too scared to admit you've fallen for a woman!

You're mistaken.

You were always just a case to me. Whatever you felt was nothing but

transference. I never loved you. I never will.

You are a coward, Claire.

You can barely let go of a marriage that's already dead. The truth is,

you're just too scared to admit you've fallen for a woman!

She's right.

There's nothing left in my marriage.

What exactly am I holding on to?

Guarding a lie that burned to ashes years ago?

Kiss me, Kofi.

I want you, my love.

Screw professional ethics.

Fuck this marriage!

Trust me, kid. She'll be back.

I'm fine. Are you coming in?

What the fuck is wrong with the elevator?

Two grand a night for a luxury suite and this is what we get?

Relax, Jellybean.

Your boring wife isn't back yet. We've got plenty of time.

What's in your mind, you little pervert?

No, not here. We're almost at the 38th floor.

Let's go somewhere more private, please.

No! Kofi, this is a public area.

Someone could walk by any second, and the elevator's almost here.

So what?

Maybe I can try and make you calm before the elevator gets here.

My whore.

Damn it.

This elevator's driving me crazy.

I can't wait another second, Claire.

Julian! Claire!

No, wait. It's not what it looks like.

Julian, we need to talk. Claire, I can explain.

Kofi is drunk. He's just screwing around.

Guys on Wall Street do this kind of crap all the time. It's just a fucking

icebreaker, you know?

Julian.

Do you?

Still love me.

In fact, let me rephrase it. Did you ever love me? Of course I love you,

Claire. We've been married for seven years.

I bust my ass every day to make money for my family. For you.

For me?

Seven years, Julian.

You never paid attention to me. You were always away, even on our anniversaries.

You were always working late.

I never meant anything to you, Julian. Never.

I've been like a ghost in that house and you...

You'd rather have some man between your legs in a public elevator than make love

to your own wife. Enough!

Stop playing the victim!

Look at that.

That hickey on your neck.

Diana did it, right?

Yes.

So that's why she bought you a six million dollar lingerie set. And you

accuse me of cheating?

Aren't you just a whore wagging your tail for a loaded bitch?

I'm in love with her.

In her arms, I finally feel alive.

And just so you know, I love everything she does to my body.

She owns me, Julian.

Whatever. Then I guess we're even. You like women, I like men. Let's do our own

thing while still pretending to be the perfect couple.

Whatever happened today, let's just sweep it under the rug.

No. Julian, I want a divorce.

I'm not spending another second with an asshole like you.

Divorce? Claire, are you out of your mind? Do you even know who Diana Vega

is? She's a Wall Street shark. She plays people like she plays the market. To

her, you're just a cheap toy on her sex addiction list. She's using you to spice

things up. That's it.

Don't get confused.

You mean nothing to her.

When she gets bored, she'll throw you away like a used napkin without a blink.

That's none of your fucking business.

Fine. Great.

Claire, you better remember what you said today. When you get tossed out on

Manhattan streets like trash, don't you dare come crawling back to beg me to

take you in.

I've got you, Claire.

No one will ever hurt you again. I promise.

What do you think you are doing?

If Carol hadn't told me, I wouldn't have believed my own eyes.

Diana, have you lost your mind?

Fucking around with a married woman? Your own therapist?

Are you trying to ruin us? I love her. Before I met Claire, my world was

nothing but a wobbly house built on dopamine and emptiness.

She dragged me out of hell.

She gave me hope.

I know what I'm doing, Mom. I love Claire.

Shut up!

I will never let a scandal like this ruin us. Even your dead father wouldn't

have approved of this.

I'm not asking for your approval either, Mom.

I'm only letting you know that I'll be spending the rest of my life with

Claire. Very well.

If you walk out that door with her, I'll strip you of all your privileges and

freeze every family asset you own.

By Monday, you'll be out on the streets of Manhattan.

Did you hear that, Claire?

Looks like we're going to have a stress-free life after all.

Diana! You're crazy!

You will regret this!

Damn it!

You know, ma'am, Diana is brave.

She's fighting the whole world for the woman she loves.

She's not that same girl who used to hurt herself just to punish you.

Claire, listen.

No one can stop me from loving you. If loving you means going to hell, well,

I'm looking forward to a grand entry.

Dr. Benen?

This is the New York State Psychology Board. We've received a complaint about

you having an inappropriate relationship with the patients. The board is

initiating disciplinary action.

There we go.

Welcome to hell, my love.

Oops. Sorry.

Butterfingers.

You shameless whore.

You were screwing your own patient?

How does it feel getting your license revoked by the board?

The whole world is laughing at you.

Mom, guess what?

Diana Vega's been discarded by her family, too. She can't touch a penny in

her trust.

Soon enough, they'll be begging for scraps on the road.

Listen, bitch.

On your knees. Come on, wag your tail like a good bitch.

Maybe then I'll call off the divorce.

Take your stinking foot off my grandmother's photo.

Now!

Sorry I'm late, sweetheart.

Those stubborn old fools on the board were such a headache.

This is impossible.

Weren't you stripped of your inheritance and kicked out of your home? How are you

still riding in that car?

Kicked out? Are you an idiot?

The tiny fraction of shares my mother holds is nothing in front of the trust

committee. As long as my grandparents are alive, I am the sole legal owner of

the Vega Group.

Oh, by the way, the tax returns for your shell company are truly a work of art. I

imagine the IRS is probably drinking coffee in your office right now. No, you

can't do this.

Mr. Benin, enjoy your last moments of freedom.

Jumpsuits aren't nearly as comfortable as those fancy shirts of yours.

Julian, something's wrong. The IRS locked down the building. The company

accounts, your private trust, everything is frozen.

Who the hell did you piss off?

A year ago, Claire Bennet lost her license over a forbidden romance with a

patient. Today, her memoir, Addicted to Her, has spent 40 straight weeks at

number one on the New York Times bestsellers list.

I keep my word, ma'am.

You know that, right?

I told you, if you won, you could ask me for anything.

Anything at all.

Anything? Yes, anything.

In your bed, I am just your little secretary.

On your knees then, Diana.

Are you sure you want to keep torturing me like this?

Let

me

show you who's in control now.

My sexy little secretary.