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“Those collars look amazing on you,” Genevieve purred as she walked up to us. “And that outfit, Camila, what are you guys?”

She kissed Camila on the cheek before giving me the same attention.

“Camila thought it would be fitting if we came as puppies,” I said, pointing at our ears.

Genevieve laughed. “I definitely like it. Come on, let's get some drinks.”

She led us to the bar, and ordered our drinks for us. Many people said hello to her, a lot of people lingered like they couldn’t get enough of her. A few touched her for too long and a growl threatened to escape my mouth a few times. They might have been saved from my caveman reaction, but the looks my wife gave them made it worth not growling.

“God, I love you,” I growled, pulling her close to kiss her neck.

“I just don’t like the blatant fl?—”

“I know, Hermosa, I'm not a fan either,” I said, kissing her cheek and grabbing the drink the bartender handed to me to give them to my girls.

My girls?

I needed to dial back on the possessiveness and what were these feelings that were rising up? Genevieve was… I didn’t even know what she was, but I knew for a fact she wasn’t mine in any way. It didn't stop my mind from thinking so, it seemed.

“Thank you,” Genevieve purred. “I have one more person I want to say hello to.”

She grabbed Camila’s hand and led us away from the bar. People parted for her as she navigated us to a very blond man. She tapped his shoulder, and he embraced her quickly. Camila tensed by me, but as soon as he turned around, I relaxed.

“Easton,” I said, putting my hand out.

“Hey, Luke,” he said, shaking my hand.

“You know each other?” Genevieve looked between us, surprised.

“Luke cooked for us one day and it was amazing,” he said, looking over at Camila.

“Hi, I’m Easton,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Hermosa. Easton, this is my wife, Camila,” I said. “I cooked for him, Vincent and Noemi.”

“Oh, I remember that evening, it's nice to meet you,” she said, taking his hand and he turned it around, kissing the back of her hand.

“Ok, quit getting handsy with her,” Genevieve growled, pushing him away.

I smirked, loving her little display of possessiveness. It seemed Camila and I weren’t the only ones feeling it.

“Feeling threatened, Mistress?” he taunted.

“Don’t make me bend you over and paint that ass red,” she threatened him.

I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous because I thought he was with Vincent unless that had fizzled out.

“Oh no, Mistress, I don’t think Vincent would be very happy with that,” he smirked. “Actually, speak of the devil.”

I looked over Camila’s shoulder to Vincent at the bar getting a drink.

“How are things with Vincent?” Genevieve asked.

“They are… they are good.” He blushed, looking happy.

“I’m happy for you,” she said, cupping his face. “You deserve it and so does he.”

“We all do,” he said looking back at Vincent as a girl walked up to him putting her arm on him “Fuck no. Excuse me.”

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