“What? No!” I stand, choosing not to answer her question about seeing Camille in New York. “Karina, I’ve been telling you since before we moved here that I was done trying.” It’s my fault for giving her mixed signals. I told her I wanted to stop trying for a baby, yet I fucked her when she asked me to while she was ovulating, and I waited in the room while she took countless ovulation and pregnancy tests.
“Prove to me she's not the reason! Let’s look into other options. Let’s make a baby!”
“No, Karina, you're not listening to me. I’m done! I don’t want a baby, and you need to understand that.” A lone tear rolls down her cheek, and I stand, reaching out to brush it away, but she slaps my hand away. “We need a break. I can’t do this anymore." I sigh, sitting back down on the stool.
She stares at me blankly. “Are you serious, Dean? No, of course you’re not. Don’t be silly. You’re just stressed. We’ll take a break from trying; I’ll give you that.”
She isn’t understanding, and I’m apparently not making myself clear. “I’m going to stay at a hotel for a few days. We both need to take some time to cool down.” Without another word, I turn and walk toward our bedroom to pack a bag.
I need space to clear my head and figure out my shit, and I can’t do that while around Karina.
This is necessary before taking any other actions.
* * *
On Monday morning,I walk into Camille’s office with two coffees in hand and an apology on the tip of my tongue. I’ve spent the weekend at a hotel drinking my sorrows away, and today I feel like a brand-new man.
Karina hasn’t tried to contact me, and for that, I'm grateful. Hopefully she’s beginning to process and understand my words and the fact that we desperately need a separation.
I ride the elevator to Camille’s office, and the receptionist allows me back right away. The door opens before I can even knock, and her emerald eyes find mine and speak to my soul.
My dick twitches in my pants at the sight of her.
“Hi,” she mumbles. She’s wearing a knee-length beige wrap-around dress that’s doing nothing to calm my aching cock. Especially those red bottom heels she's wearing. All I can think about is pushing her dress up and sinking my cock so deep inside her warm pussy that she'll feel me there every time she walks, all while those heels dig into my ass while I thrust inside her.
Seeing Camille is like a breath of fresh fucking air, and I desperately need to breathe.
She’s my oxygen, and I’ve been deprived long enough.
Her long hair is tied back into a ponytail. A ponytail that I want to wrap around my fist while I bend her over her desk and fuck the life out of her.
Fuck. I’m like a horny teenage boy. Every time I see her, I think of several ways I could fuck her.
I clear my throat and shake my head as if that will remove the thoughts. “That for me?” She points at the coffee cup in my hand, and I nod, handing her the black coffee that I’d got from Starbucks on my way to her office. “Thanks.” She takes it with a shy smile and allows me to enter her space.
With a heavy sigh, she sits on the couch, kicks off her shoes, pulls her legs underneath her body, and sips her coffee. “I wanted to apologize for Karina’s behavior on Friday night. It was unacceptable, and there’s no excuse.” She doesn’t look at me; her eyes are focused on the cup of coffee like it is the most exciting thing in the room.
“Yeah, she texted me Saturday.”
“Fuck, I told her not to. You didn’t deserve any of that shit. It’s completely inexcusable.” I shake my head, walking toward her, needing to be close to her. I sit on the coffee table in front of her and set my coffee cup to the side of me. “She was out of line, and it was so fucked up.”
“You’re right. It was fucked up.” She takes a sip from her cup and then sets it beside mine, her elbows resting on her knees as she buries her face into her hands.
“Talk to me. What’s wrong?” I reach forward and grip her wrists, pulling her hands away from her face so she’ll look at me.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” she lies. She isn’t, and we both know that. The tired look on her face tells me she’s anything but okay.
“Talk to me, Cam.” Clear as day, I see the sadness and confusion swimming in her intoxicating green eyes.
“Honestly, Dean? I’m so fucking confused. Since seeing you again, my head has been in a fog. I feel more disconnected than usual, and I don’t know anything anymore.” I didn’t expect that much honesty, but I’m glad for it because I’ve been feeling the same. My life was fine until I saw her again. Since then, it feels like I’m on the outside of my life looking in.
“What are you confused about?”
“You. Declan. My life. Everything.” She sighs, turning her head back to bury it in her hands.
“Let’s talk it out. What’s confusing about it?” The second I finish my sentence, she jumps up from the couch and flings her arms around like a crazy person.
“Everything! You ruined everything!”Huh?Now I’m confused, but I let her finish speaking. “You should’ve never come back! You shouldn’t be designing my building, and you shouldn’t be here right now.”