After I'd stripped her down to nothing I took her over to the chair behind my desk and pulled her down in my lap. "I'm sorry she attacked you baby, I hope you know I would never let anyone harm you."
How could I explain that I was complicit in this s**t? That I had my own guilt to deal with where this situation was concerned? I didn't even know what the f**k was going through her head because she wasn't talking, and this was new territory for us.
"Babygirl..."
"Don't call me that you don't mean it, you chose her..." She started to f*****g hyperventilate and scared the f**k outta me. "Baby calm down, I didn't choose her over you, please listen to me." I tried hugging her to me to get her to calm down.
She wasn't having that s**t; she stiffened up on me and tried to get off my lap. "Stay
