Watching her sit in my office and listening to her talk. It's hard for me to focus while she is around, her beauty was so profound. I had to look out of my office window a few times just so I wouldn't stare at her too long. She was my client and I had to be careful of what I said and how I looked at her.
Working as a psychologist I've met many interesting people. I feel so bad for them, they all have so many issues in their life and I just want to help them. But she was different, far different from the others.
Her name is Alexandra, she is a soft spoken woman and tiny in size. When she come to see me she talk about how she was abused by her ex- I think is her ex- she never really say but I can only hope he is. I hate when women come to me to talk about how abusive their boyfriends are but they never leave them.
Alexandra have so many issues from her abuse. Most days she just cries for almost the whole session. As bad as I want, I can't just hug her and tell her how much I love her and want to help her. I can make her happy, I can love her the way she needs to be loved.
Is so hard being around her and not being able to do what I want because of my job. It would be bad for me to tell her how I feel for her but it would be even worse if she doesn't feel the same, so I can't do anything but what she pay me for- be her psychologist.
I needed to get away to clear my head. Alexandra told me at our last session that she was moving. I was hurt that I'd never see her again but maybe is best for her to make a new start. I didn't ask her where she was going though; I thought it would be best for me to not know.
I planned a vacation for myself the same day she told me she was leaving- our last time seeing each other- it was hard but just like her, I needed a new start. I can come back to my office with a clear mind and do my job.
Me and my brother, Laurent, went to Chicago once and I really liked it so I planned on going there. Maybe it was good that Alex was moving now I can work without any distractions. I know I will always think about her though.
—
I slept through most of my flight; it felt really nice to just relax. Having people tell me all their problems is hard. I have to keep it between the two of us and not let my personal feelings get in the way of my work. I planned on doing a lot of partying while I was on vacation so I needed to get some rest for the day.
While I checked into my hotel I swore I saw her but when I looked again she was gone. My mind must be playing tricks on me. I just need to get over her, but I know it won't be easy. I've been seeing her for almost 2 years now and I've grown to love her.
Once I was in my room I crashed on the bed, it felt so comfortable. So soft and big, I wish Alex were here to lie in it with me. The things I'd do to her.
No! Don't think like that. Don't think of her.
I have a lot planned for tonight. I want to get drunk and meet some sexy girls. I'm still young, so I should act like it. I rolled over to my stomach about to drift off to sleep when I remembered I didn't take my phone off airplane mode.
I had 3 missed calls and 1 text. The calls came from the same number- but I didn't know whose number it was so I cleared my call log and checked the text. If they didn't leave a voicemail then it must not be important. The text was from my brother- Laurent- he was checking to see if I'd landed yet. I'll text him back later; right now I needed some rest.
—
I picked a random club with a long line to go to. There were plenty of sexy women here; it was almost too hard for me to pick one, but then again who says I have to pick just one? I had a few drinks at the bar and spent some time talking before hitting the dance floor with one of the girls I met when I was coming in. Her name was Lola, she was tall and gorgeous.
"Are you single?" She asked me.
"Of course I am."
"Good, do you wanna come back to my place or should we go to yours?"
She was bold as hell and I loved it.
"We can go to mine."
"Let's go then."
She grabbed my hand and led me to the exit. On our way out I spotted a familiar face. We looked at each other at the same time. She looked a little annoyed for some reason. It took me a few seconds to realize who she was.
"Alex!" I shouted through the crowd of people.
"Who are you talking to?" Lola grabbed my arm and looked in the same direction.
I turned my attention for a split second and Alex was gone. Maybe I'm still stuck on her, maybe I had too much to drink. I need to get out of here.
"No one."
I wrapped my arm around Lola and we left the club.
—-
"This is a nice room ya got here. You here visiting someone?" Lola jumped up and down on the plush bed.
"Non, I'm here on vacation. I'm from France but I live in California."
She dropped down on all fours and crawled across the bed until she was in front of me.
"I can tell you're French, you have that thick French accent. I wonder what else of yours is thick."
"Why don't you find out?"
Our mouths crashed against each other. Her lips were smooth and soft, yet plump and firm. In one swift move I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I was getting so hard from just touching her; I couldn't wait to actually feel her. I trailed my hand up her dress to her wet, throbbing center and massaged her swollen clit. Hearing her moans turned me on even more.
"Wait." She said.
She dropped down to the floor and pushed me down on the bed. I pulled my shirt over my head while she undid my jeans. She left small kisses and love bites down my stomach and pelvis until she got to my rock hard dick. She peppered my head with kisses before taking all of me in her mouth.
"Ssss, fuck." I groaned.
She was no beginner at this, she definitely know how to please and man. A million different thought cloud my mind at this moment and before I knew it my mind was back on Alexandra. Before I could push her face from my mind I was calling her name.
"What?! Who the fuck is she?!" I felt a sharp sting to my face.
"Wait, calm down." I reached for her arm but she pulled away.
"Who the fuck is Alexandra? Is she your girlfriend? Is that why you're in a hotel room, you lying asshole. I hope she dumps your cheatin ass!"
"No, you don't understand." I tried to stop Lola but she grabbed her belongings and stormed out of my room.
Dammit
—-
I didn't sleep well last night; Alex was stuck in my head. I wondered how she was doing, what she was doing, was she ok and if she misses me. I needed to get some fresh air so I got dressed to go for a walk and get some breakfast.
On my way to the elevator I could hear shouting coming from the opposite end of my floor. It sounded like a girl and a guy. I didn't know if I should make sure the girl was ok or mind my own business. It was a tough choice but I needed to make sure whoever this girls was wasn't being hurt.
I was 2 doors away when the door that the yelling was coming from swung open. A short, slightly husky guy came storming out and left the door propped open, He stormed to the elevator, as soon as he got on I peeked into his suite.
Inside I saw a small woman tossing clothes into a suitcase on the bed. She was crying. My heart skipped a beat when I realized who she was.
"Alexandra." I whispered.
Her head snapped in my direction when she heard my voice. She quickly wiped her face before turning back to me.
"Larry-uh , W-what are you doing here?" She stammered.
"I'm on vacation here."
"Oh, are you having fun?" She forced a fake smile on her face and tried her best to sound excited.
"Is he the one that hurts you?"
She stared at the floor for a minute before answering. "He's my husband." She fought back more tears.
"Is he the one that hurts you?" I asked again.
I didn't want to hear anything else she had to say, all I could think about what getting my hands on this guy.
"Yes."
I stormed off towards the elevator; I couldn't wait to find him. My fists were clenched so tight there was hardly and circulation.
"Wait!" I could hear her shouting down the hall to me but I ignored her.
It was as if things were timed perfectly. As soon as I stopped in front of the elevator, the doors opened and there he stood.
I got a tight grip on is shirt and yanked him out of the elevator. I swung at him with all I had. Hearing my fist connect with his face was the most satisfying thing ever. Blood flew from his mouth and landed on the wall behind him. I could hear Alex shouting for me to stop but I tuned everything around me out.
I kept hitting him until I felt her grab my arm and beg for me to stop.
"If you ever lay a hand on her again I will kill you- as a matter of fact stay away from her forever. Now go." I let go of his shirt and he eventually found his way back to the elevator. He was so dazed I doubt he even knows what day it is anymore.
"Why did you do that?" Alex's eyes were filled with tears.
I couldn't hide this anymore; I need to tell her how I feel. "Because I love you."
"What?" She drew back in confusion.
"I love you. Every time I see you, you look so beautiful. Even when you cry I can't stop looking at you. You are a beautiful woman, you deserve so much and I can give it to you. I'm sorry I never tell you before but-"
"It's your job, I know." She cut me off. "It's ok. Most days I cried because I realized that I'd fallen in love with you too but was too afraid to say anything. Afraid that you didn't feel the same and afraid of what could happen if my husband found out."
"Why didn't you say you were married?"
"Because I didn't want to lose you." She whimpered.
"Look at me." I tilted her head up with my finger." You will never lose me. I'm here for you. If you come with me then I can show you but we have to leave right now."
Our lips met for our first kiss. It was the most passionate kiss I'd ever had in my life. I dreamed of what kissing her was like and what she would say when told her I loved her. It turned out to be the best moment of my life.
"Let me grab my things and I'm all yours." He ran back to her room to pack her luggage.
I wish I would have said something sooner but maybe things worked out this way for a reason. I never knew how much I loved her until now and I will let her know every single day we spend together.
