A Night With The Boss (cont'd)

I touched his face, hypnotized by its contours, and he began moving once again until the ancient magic crept in upon me. Upon us both, drowning out all sight and sound, encompassing us in an abandon that was so intense it bordered on pain. Oh! We were inseparable, fused, two parts of a whole come together at last. We strove toward the top and found it together, touched the sensation, and held it for several throbbing moments until it settled as softly as nightfall on our shoulders.

"I'll never leave you,” he whispered again. "My love, my life, trust me. We will be together as man and wife…somehow.”

That word "Somehow" shattered me as I felt my heart break again with new pain…

“Tomorrow I leave for Spain. My wife and I will be celebrating our wedding anniversary…” He stopped to observe my countenance. “What are you thinking about?”

Unable to speak, my eyes began to fail me as tears streamed across my face.

“What’s with the tears? Come on, don’t be like that. You know we have to keep things private between us, so don’t make this difficult for me.” He continued.

“Difficult? How convenient for you to say! You’re so selfish I often wonder if you think about me at all. How do you expect me to feel, huh? You’ll travel off with her and probably fuck her and get back here expecting me to open my legs for you? I just gave myself to you!”

I lost it. I knew flaring up like a mad woman wasn’t going to keep him, but what could I have done? This was a man I loved and cared so much about. I should’ve known better… I should’ve known I could only be the other woman, and he’ll always return to her in the end.

“I know you’re upset right now, and I get it. But you must understand that I’m doing everything I can to be with you, to make this a lifetime commitment. You just have to be patient with me.” He sighed. Looking across the room, he grabbed his clothes and put them on. “Make sure you take some pills; I don’t want you getting pregnant anytime soon. I’ll write you a check for your expenses.” He said as he took his briefcase and left.

Dumbfounded, I stood there and watched him leave. I just lost my chastity to this man, and from thereon, I was forced to envision what life would be like with him moving forward. Well, except that I didn’t have to—I could easily decide not to give myself to him anymore. Even though that thought was good for me, I cared about him so much it hurt.

Regardless of what had happened, he remained my boss. I was still going to have encounters with him at the office. I’d look at him, speak to him, spend time with him at the board meetings, and imagine our moment together, and I had no clue how I was going to handle all that. He was a dominating force to reckon with and my fragility was unsure of delving into unwanted territories…