More and More

*V.

I never released my hold on her. What type of man finds comfort in harassing his ex? This was a new low that I had never come across. What started off as an amazing continuation of last night turned troublesome for her. I helped her into her bed and laid across from her, wiping her tear stained face. She tried desperately to hide herself from me, but I wouldn't allow it. There was no more hiding. She had no right to hide anymore. She didn't need to. I tried to pacify her without words, to which her tears kept flowing. "He's never truly cared. All he wanted to do was manipulate me and abuse me. He cared when he was getting something from me, rather taking. I couldn't do it anymore." She sat up in, resting her head and arms on her knees. I followed, wanting to know more of this story. "What all has happened?" Her face froze while pictures of memories' past with her traumatic lover flashed in her head. "He'd control me...he tried to take my spirit emotionally and I'm sure he did, I just never let him see it; he couldn't punk me out, not in front of him. He genuinely wanted me to himself, but not in a loving fashion. He wanted to control me and have power over my body. He wanted to manipulate my mind. It became all too much and once he knew he couldn't officially break me, he sought outside the relationship. I ended up not caring. I mean, yeah, I was hurt that he was cheating and probably treating some mistress ten times better than me, but I was happy he wasn't around. He'd leave for nights, then it would be weeks and months at a time. The last three months I didn't see him at all, until he came back for his stuff. And now he's trying again with the whole stipulation against my company thing. And granted I won't back down without a fight, I'm growing tired of fighting." She sighed out, relieved to have gotten that out, but it didn't change the fact that she was trying to heal from an ongoing war. "I know this is insane right? I'm like some fraud," she got to the edge of the bed and stood up. I simply let her talk; she needed an ear and a shoulder. "I'm not what you make me out to be; I truly feel like an imposter sometimes. My job is all I've got. Outside of that is just....this." She pulled thru her hair. I was confused because she was the woman I thought she was; in fact, she was stronger. "You've fought hard against this person. But do not sit there and tell me what you're not. He's tried to tell you all of what you are and what you aren't, but he's wrong. You're a stunning, confident, successful, steadfast, caring woman, whom he never deserved in the first place. I will make you see that. I'll make it my mission. Fuck him. There is no need to assume that his opinions of you are true, because they are dead wrong. You no longer have to fight or heal alone." She looked over at me, with her hair disheveled, in the most irresistible manner. "Thank you...I really appreciate that." I smiled softly at her and kissed her. She simply laid back down in her pillows, still donning an all-black bra and panty set with my shirt. I really could get used to this. Not even for the status or praise, but she just seemed like such a beautiful person inside and out. She treated me with respect, regardless of my position. She kept all of her employees happy, and if it weren't for our growing relationship, I wouldn't be leaving. There is nothing sexier than a woman in power, and if you have the thought process that in order to enjoy a relationship is to abuse and control a woman, your mind is truly fucked up. I will protect her from Sam, at all costs. I'll do nearly anything I can.

We ended up talking for hours and hours on this lazy Sunday morning. We discussed dreams and goals. She said she wanted children and to eventually move to another suburb that was on the brink of the country and city. Her next big move was opening a center for children, predominately inner city, that gave them many different academic and extracurricular opportunities as well as job training and character building. I was seemingly going to stick to the PR side of things, but I could spread my talents about a bit. Even though I was her secretarial assistant, I also was an unofficial PR rep for her company as well, as it was also a part of my job description after the last rep resigned. We spoke a lot about business, but simply due to the fact that I was leaving soon. She also told me she didn't have too many close encounters with folks outside of work. That she'd just return home, often to an empty home, and work on other projects. She literally drowned herself in her career to think less of her current situations with Sam. And she did it so flawlessly. She came in daily, huge smile unless something had truly annoyed her. Otherwise, we were none the wiser. After talking more, we eventually had a light brunch, and went our separate ways. I did not want to suffocate her too much, yet I didn't want to leave her by her lonesome either. I'd communicate with her over the next couple days and go from there.