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“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.

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