Casey nodded quickly. “Of course. Will you email me Natasha’s history?”
She’s not your girlfriend. You aren’t in love with her. Are you?
She’s not your girlfriend.
They hadn’t even been on another date since the first one that they’d gone on, and this was starting to bother Casey.
Casey was beginning to realise that her feelings for Amira went way beyond what had officially been discussed between them.
Nothinghad been officially discussed between them beyond their D/s dynamic and this was frustrating Casey. She knew she should have brought the conversation up, but she hadn’t dared.
ShethoughtAmira felt the same way as she did, but what if she didn’t? What if it was all just about the fun and the sex and the exploration for her?
Casey knew she needed to bring it up. But, as adults, do people ask each other to be girlfriends? How do you differentiate between a casual relationship and something serious which Casey was now sure was what she wanted. And Amira wassogrown up. She had had a wife and everything.
Casey was beginning to realise just how inexperienced she was with anything approaching a serious relationship.
I need to change that.
9
“What are you doing here?” Amira murmured as she opened the door.
Amira hadn’t been sure who to expect when she’d crawled out of bed in order to open her door. It was only 6pm so it wasn’t too late for anyone to be showing up, but Casey hadn’t mentioned that she was coming over and Amira didn’t know anyone else in Forest Vale well enough to have given them her address.
She’d opened the door with a bright smile, ready to greet Casey. Excited to see Casey unexpectedly. But, it wasn’t Casey at all.
Rachel. Amira’s ex wife.
Rachel was the last person in the world that Amira had been expecting to see. Amira couldn’t even remember the last time they’d talked, and the conversation hadn’t exactly been pleasant either, so Amira wasn’t sure why Rachel was standing outside of her door, smiling as if she was happy to see an old friend.
“How do you even know where I live?” Amira questioned, though she was mostly talking to herself as she tried to comprehend things.
Rachel cleared her throat. “I...Well, you told your sister to give me your new address in case of emergencies, remember?”
Ah.
Amira nodded as she remembered that shehadin fact asked Bethany to give Rachel her new address just in case.
“Is there an emergency? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” she questioned quickly.
Rachel chuckled and nodded, though Amira could see that she was struggling to hold back tears. “Everything’s fine, it’s just...I’m sorry for showing up like this—I didn’t even call or ask or—I just thought—I mean things have just been—”
“Hey, calm down,” Amira told the woman, watching as her face scrunched up and the tears slowly started cascading down her face. “Why don’t we go inside? You could use a glass of water, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Rachel sniffled.
Amira was still filled to the brim with confusion as she helped Rachel and her two bags into the apartment before guiding her into the kitchen.
Rachel took a seat at the kitchen table and Amira looked at her out of the corner of her eyes as she moved around the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with ice from the freezer before running some cold water over it.
She awkwardly handed the glass to Rachel before taking a seat across from her and waiting patiently for the woman to start speaking, which she did after downing half the glass.
“Things have just been hard lately,” Rachel murmured, tapping her finger against the glass constantly. A nervous habit. “I thought that things were fine at first—I thought that I was happy to be free, you know, from the confines of our relationship. I thought that living on my own and doing my own thing without being tied down would be nice, and I thought that being single would give me more time to just focus on my career. You know how it was when we were together. I...I considered you a distraction.”
Rachel sent Amira an apologetic look that Amira wasn’t quite sure how to respond to, so she simply averted her gaze down to the kitchen table.
“I thought our divorce would be a good thing but I’m just...realizing that it’s definitely not.” Rachel began crying once again as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I feel so lonely without having someone to come home to and all I do is work. It’s like I don’t have any type of life outside of that! I miss having someone to cuddle with at night and wake up to in the morning, and I missyou. I miss how our relationship used to be. I miss when we were so in love with each other that we could hardly stand it! We always swore that we’d never be able to be without each other. We swore that we’d be together forever! And now...” Rachel shook her head. “I just wish that we’d tried harder to mend things between us. I wish we hadn’t gotten divorced.”