Theirs (Possession #2)

19. Genevieve

19

Genevieve

G uilt ate me alive the next week after seeing Camila and Luke. I had failed them and I hated myself for it. This was the first time I had been so careless, and it was because my feelings had gotten involved. I was so wrapped up in the contract, if they would say yes or what I would do if they said no. That carelessness probably cost me a chance at our contract.

They called two days after seeing me and let me know that they would have to decline the contract. Luke sounded very matter of fact and nothing like the man I had gotten to know. He was cold in his responses and my guilt became amplified even more.

We didn’t talk much, but he did say they would contact me if they were interested in another night with me. Camila said she was sorry and if I had to guess, it sounded like she had more to say, but decided against it.

I missed them. It had only been a week, and I wanted to be near them, even if it was just being friends. They had so unapologetically burrowed themselves in my life that nothing felt the same anymore. I wasn’t just living in shades of gray but in technicolor, even if it had been for only a short time. This oddly felt like a break-up and if this is what that felt like, I didn’t want to feel this ever again.

My phone rang and I shot off of my sofa looking for it. It was vibrating on the kitchen counter. When Camila’s name popped up, I lost all train of thought, but knew only that I needed to answer.

“Hello,” I said as normally as I could.

“Genevieve?”

God, it was so good to hear her voice.

“Hello, Camila,” I said, a little piece of me relaxing.

“How are you?” She sounded unsure of herself.

“I’m…” Awful, guilty, embarrassed, I miss you. “I’m good and you?”

I lied because there was still a part of me that felt like I needed to protect myself or maybe I needed to be honest with her and she would take pity on me. I didn’t want a pity relationship, but I missed them so much, even that sounded appealing.

“I’m ok,” said softly. “Actually, I don’t like how we left things, it's been bothering me and Luke. Well, he won’t say it, but I know it does.”

My shoulders sagged, “I didn’t like it either, but I didn’t think it was ok for me to reach out.”

“I’m sorry, that entire conversation was so awful, Luke and I were raw from our conversation,” she sighed. “It was the first disagreement we had had in a while, and we should have waited to talk to you until we were feeling better.”

“There was no reason to argue about me. Your marriage comes first,” I said, knowing that was the truth. They had come so far, and I wanted them to have a success story when they were in their eighties. “I already had my reservations about ruining the good progress you all have had.”

Even though that logic hurt, I was being sincere that I wanted them to do whatever was best for their marriage. They had made a commitment long before me and they needed to work on that.

“Our marriage was the best it's ever been while we were seeing you,” she said. “We were communicating better, our sex life was incredible and I don’t think I had ever felt closer to Luke before. This life you showed us brought us closer together.”

Her words soothed a part of me that was feeling rejected.

“Then what happened?’ I didn’t know if I wanted to hear this, but I needed it.

“I don't know,” she sighed frustrated. “He said he didn’t think it was a good idea and that maybe exploring this part of himself hadn’t been a good idea.”

Guilt slapped me in the face.

“Was it because I didn’t take care of him, right?” I managed to get the words out.

“What do you mean? You always took care of us,” she said confused.

“I told you, I failed you,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I should have never let you guys leave. It was irresponsible of me and I’m so sorry.”

“Genevieve,” she scolded. “You can’t possibly think this is your fault.”

“Of course I do,” I said immediately.

“Evie, that was an accident and there is no way he?—”

“Did he tell you that?” I interrupted her, trying to ignore the nickname that made my heart flutter.

“No, but he didn’t have to. We both know that it wasn’t your fault, and we don’t blame you,” she huffed. “He didn’t communicate, I knew something was off and I should have known better.”

“Honey, you didn’t know better either, I have?—”

“We can talk about this all day,” she snapped. “You were not at fault and that's the end of it. You will not blame yourself. Got it?”

Her tone immediately made me shut my mouth. The dominance she was exuding was so fucking sexy and I wanted to reprimand her, but I let her have this one.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said with a smile.

“Good, I’m going to talk to Luke again,” she said. “I think I’m missing something.”

“You sure that's a good idea?” I was reluctant about pushing this any further.

“I don’t know,” she said, sounding unsure. “I just know I don’t want this to end yet, but I feel like I’m caught in the middle.”

“Honey, maybe this might be the best thing for you.” The words coming out of my mouth tasted like vinegar. “I always told you that I didn’t want to come between you guys and I don’t want to start now. Maybe he just needs time.”

She was quiet. I pulled the phone away seeing the call was still connected. She sighed softly.

“You're supposed to be on my side,” she said, and I could picture her pouting.

“I’m always on your side, but this is your husband we are talking about,” I laughed. “Don’t be a brat.”

She sighed again. “You're right.”

I would miss her. “I usually am.”

She chuckled. “Can we be friends?”

“Of course, this isn’t the last time we will see each other,” I said, even though the last thing I wanted from her was to be her friend. “You still owe me a leather outfit.”

“Then it's settled, you need to come by my office, and we can make something for you,” she said, sounding excited.

“That sounds perfect.” My chest relaxed with our plan.

“Do you have plans for Thanksgiving? You could come over. Luke’s brothers will be with us for the day.”

“Camila, I don’t think that is a good idea,” I said, knowing what she was doing.

“I’m inviting my friend to Thanksgiving,” she said, trying to sound innocent.

“You Little Minx, that's not going to work,” I said smiling.

“Fine, be like that, but seriously if you don’t have anywhere to go please come over,” she said.

“I’ll be fine,” I said knowing Cheryl and I had plans already.

“Ok,” she huffed.

“I’ll see you soon, ok?”

“Ok, Evie,” she purred. “I better see you soon or I’ll come to you. I know where you live.”

“Ok, Camila,” I chuckled. “See you soon, Little Minx.

“Bye, Mistress.”

Her voice sent a thrill through me, and I couldn’t wait till she said that to me again on her knees.

Cheryl and I had a Thanksgiving tradition where we baked all morning, ordered Chinese take-out, or a premade Thanksgiving meal, and watched cheesy Hallmark and Netflix Christmas movies the rest of the day. We wore matching pajamas and at the end of the night we decorated a tree at whoever's house we were at.

We had done this since I was in high school, but we didn’t start baking until she went to culinary school. Growing up with a tight budget, it was easier for us to get takeout than make a whole spread of food. We tried making Thanksgiving dinner, but it was a lot of work when we liked to bake too.

Cheryl and I were almost done watching Holidate. It was the third movie we had watched and next was a Christmas Prince. I was so full, and the day always recharged my soul. Days like this with Cheryl were the best and it made me grateful we had stayed together. I couldn’t live without her.

I laughed at the movie, feeling my phone vibrate.

Camila: Happy Thanksgiving, have plans tomorrow?

I smiled, feeling warm and fuzzy. It seemed the cheesy movies were rubbing off on me.

Me: I could be persuaded to have plans tomorrow.

Camila: My company isn’t enough?

Me: Maybe? I feel like I just saw you.

Camila: Ok, now you're just being RUDE.

Me: You know I want to see you, what did you want to do?

Camila: Stop by my office, I need your measurements, and we can eat lunch here while we look at fabrics.

Me: Done, what time?

Camila: 12pm don’t be late Mistress.

Me: Oh I won’t

Oh, lord. I definitely had been watching way too many cheesy romantic movies.

“Geni, you are fucked, girl. That dopey smile on your face says everything,” Cheryl chuckled.

“Shut up,” I said, throwing a pillow at her.

“Geni and her married couple sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S?—”

I threw another pillow at her, shutting her up. I hadn’t told her we had a falling out, saying it out loud felt like admitting we were done, and after talking to Camila, maybe we weren’t.

Luke: Happy Thanksgiving.

My heart stopped. I read his text five times before allowing myself to hope that this meant something. Please let it mean something.

I looked down at my phone, double checking the address. Once I knew it was the right building, I opened the door, and headed for the elevator. The building was quiet, since it was the day after Thanksgiving, and I wondered why she wasn’t relaxing like most of the city.

The elevator took me up to the thirteenth floor, the doors opened and there stood Camila. She was in a big sweatshirt that was cut so her shoulder was exposed, leggings and fuzzy slippers.

“Hi!” Her face lit up when she saw me.

I was instantly enveloped in Camila’s scent and her warmth. Dammit I really missed her, I missed them.

“Hey,” I said, squeezing her tightly.

Neither of us moved and as much as I wanted to panic, I enjoyed her embrace. I blamed it on not having a lot of affection growing up.

“Come on, I have spiked champurrado,” she said, grabbing my hand, leading me down a hall to a door that said C.M. Designs.

She opened the door to a beautiful front room with her logo. We immediately went down a hall and came into what I think was her workroom. A few dresses were on mannequins, and I was floored. Luke had talked about how talented she was, but to see it in person was amazing.

“Fuck, Little Minx, this is amazing,” I said, stopping to admiring the dresses.

“Oh yeah, these two are for the wedding and this one is for some Christmas party happening next weekend,” she said, her cheeks getting red.

“Damn, you’re amazing,” I said, walking up the wedding dress.

“Wedding dresses are the bane of my existence. I am nervous I’m going to ruin someone's big day,” she said.

“With these dresses, I don't see how you could ruin anyone's day,” I said, glancing at her.

She shrugged her shoulders looking more red. “It just freaks me out, but she loved it, and we did our last fitting this morning.”

“Of course she loved it, if she didn’t, she had no taste,” I said walking back to her.

“Thanks, you don’t have to butter me up,” she chuckled, grabbing my hand. “I’m gonna make you something regardless.”

She walked me back to another room that had a pedestal that she had me stand on while she took measurements of every part of me. Camila thought she was being sneaky when she took measurements right next to my pussy. Her little smirk told me she knew exactly what she was doing. We drank her delicious Mexican hot chocolate as she wrote everything down and I saw her draw up a few sketches. It really made my heart twinge that I was missing out on this amazing woman.

After she took my measurements, she had lunch ready for us. It was some turkey sandwiches, fries and a half bottle of champagne.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me drunk,” I said, eating my fries.

“What I want from you, I can get sober.” she smirked, while taking a drink of champagne.

“Don’t test me, Camila,” I clipped. “I can still spank you.”

Her eyes grew darker as she bit her lip.

“Hey, Hermosa, are you almost done?”

My breath caught when I heard his voice. Looking up, he had stopped in the doorway as we caught each other's eyes. My eyes immediately watered while I was hit with so many emotions.

“Luke,” I whispered, clenching my jaw to keep my emotions at bay.

“Mistress,” he said, looking sad.

I wasn’t ready for this, and we looked over at Camila, and I knew the brat had orchestrated this whole meeting. She parent trapped us or should I say sex trapped us.

“Hermosa,” Luke chastised her, but I saw nothing but triumph in her eyes when she shrugged her shoulders.

I took it as a good sign that he hadn’t walked out, and this was a chance I wasn’t going to let pass me by because being without them had been harder than I expected. Camila and Luke were not leaving here without agreeing to be mine.