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𝐓 𝐖 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 𝐘 - 𝐓 𝐇 𝐑 𝐄 𝐄

Dakota

I sat at my desk in Genevieve's office, staring down at the papers in front of me, though my mind was miles away. My frustration boiled just beneath the surface, my hands trembling slightly as I clenched my pen. I'd confronted my mom about Vince Costa. I thought for sure she'd hired someone to take him out, but she'd told me, swore to me, that she hadn't.

She'd admitted she'd wanted to, that the thought had crossed her mind, but someone else had beaten her to it. Someone had taken Vince Costa out before she could even make a move.

But who?

That question gnawed at me. If it wasn't my mom, then who the hell had killed him? My pen snapped under the pressure of my grip, and I slammed it down on the desk with a frustrated growl.

Genevieve, sitting at her desk across the room, looked up from her laptop, her sharp eyes immediately softening as they settled on me. She let out a small sigh, then spoke, her voice calm and controlled, yet tinged with concern. "Cielo," she said, the nickname rolling off her tongue effortlessly, "what's wrong?"

I shook my head, trying to push the turmoil in my mind aside. "It's nothing." I muttered, my voice tight as I avoided her gaze.

Genevieve's eyes narrowed slightly, though her expression remained patient. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs elegantly, and tilted her head to the side. "Come here." she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

I hesitated for a moment before reluctantly standing up and making my way to her. My cheeks flushed when she patted her lap, silently inviting me to sit. I glanced at her face, her brow raised expectantly, and sighed before settling myself sideways on her lap.

The warmth of her body seeped into mine instantly, and I felt her arms wrap securely around my waist, pulling me closer to her. My heart stuttered in my chest as I blushed furiously, but I couldn't deny how good it felt to be back in her arms.

"Now." Genevieve murmured, her lips brushing against my temple. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong, or do I have to guess?"

I shook my head again, mumbling, "It's nothing."

She hummed softly, the sound vibrating against me. "Hmm." she mused, her tone almost playful, "I don't believe you."

Before I could protest, I felt her lips press gently against the side of my neck. The soft, warm touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I instinctively tilted my head to give her better access. Her lips began to trail downward, leaving a series of feather-light kisses along the column of my throat.

"Genevieve..." I muttered, my voice shaky as I tried to maintain some semblance of composure.

She didn't respond, her only answer being the way her mouth found a sensitive spot just below my jaw. When she sucked on it, a quiet whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it. My hands clutched at her shoulders for support, my heart racing wildly.

Her hands, which had been resting innocently on my waist, began to move. One of them slid down to my upper thigh, her touch light and teasing, her fingers dangerously close to my most sensitive area. My breathing hitched as I felt the heat of her palm through the fabric of my jeans.

"Are you sure," she murmured against my skin, her voice low and sultry, "that everything is okay?"

I hummed, my answer a breathless sound as I tried to find words. "I-I'm fine..."

Genevieve pulled back just enough to capture my lips with hers, and all thoughts of my frustration melted away. Her kiss was firm, demanding, and I couldn't help but melt into it. My hands slid from her shoulders to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as our lips moved together in perfect sync.

A quiet moan escaped me when her tongue brushed against mine, the heat between us intensifying with every passing second. Her hand on my thigh squeezed gently, making my body jolt in response.

When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing heavily, her forehead rested against mine. Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "Still nothing you want to talk about?" she teased, her voice like velvet.

I shook my head, my lips swollen and my cheeks burning. "It can wait." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Genevieve chuckled softly, her hand cupping my cheek as she brushed her thumb over my flushed skin. "Very well." she said, her tone amused yet tender. "But don't think I'll let you keep it bottled up forever, Cielo ."

I nodded, leaning into her touch and letting myself relax against her. For now, I could forget about the mystery of Vince Costa. For now, all that mattered was Genevieve.

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I almost drowned in the ocean yesterday, but I survived 🫠

~ R