Nine

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I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, like something I hadn't felt before. The sun was shining nicely through my curtains giving it a warm touch. As I got up to stretch, I didn't see Kamala. Her scent was still lingering through my apartment and it made me miss her instantly. I sighed as I looked around, disappointed that she wasn't here. It was six thirty, so maybe she needed to head to the office quickly. I took a deep breath and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. When I noticed the three hickeys on my neck, my jaw dropped. What the fuck-... omg she left hickeys on my neck. I can't possibly go to work looking like this. My thoughts began to wander to the previous night. Did she mean to do this? I whispered, looking shocked at my neck. I quickly hopped in the shower and was faced with the steamy hot water. I could still smell her on me and I honestly didn't want to wash it away. It gave me a sense of comfort. Getting out of the shower, I ran to my room and searched for my concealer. It wasn't the perfect match, but it would have to hold me off for the day. I carefully placed it on all three parts of my neck. For the most part, they were just barely visible. Good enough, I said to myself letting out a sigh of relief. I kind of liked how she left her marks on me.

I realized I had fifteen minutes to get ready when I checked my phone. I quickly made my way out of my closet after throwing my phone down on my bed. I decided to dress fairly casually for the day. It was far too hot for me to wear a turtleneck, even though I wanted to wear one to hide my marks. I took my purse and phone and headed out. The same agent who I welcome every morning, was there when I opened my door. As he drove me to the office, we went through our daily routine. Once we arrived, I walked in feeling a sense of relief. Literally, a sense of relief. I happily walked up the stairs and onto my floor. I was greeted by Allie, who was coming out of her office with her phone in her hand.

"Bethy, good morning."She said, smiling wider than normal as she looked up at me.

"Morning, Allie."I said, showing all of my teeth. I enjoyed talking with her in the mornings. It felt like a way to start my day. "Where are you headed?" I asked, my eyes following her movement down the hall.

"I have to go to an early meeting this morning, signing papers and all. You know, the boring part, she said rolling her eyes." For a second, she looked at my shirt and started to move closer to me squinting her eyes. You have a little smudge on your shirt. I'll get it for you. She quickly went to the bathroom and came back in less than twenty seconds. Pulling me in by my waist, she started to wipe my shirt. It was a stain from the concealer I used that morning. Something about her touch sent a shiver down my spine. She was so caring and careful every time she helped me.

For a moment, our smiles brought our gaze together. I was staring at her so closely that I failed to hear the doors open across from us. I looked around and saw a few individuals chatting. I took that to mean that the meeting was coming to a close. I saw her in the crowd. I thought she looked gorgeous. She stood out like a sore thumb. She looked up from her paperwork and looked up at me. Nothing welcoming or even a smile was present. She walked to another hall with a blank expression on her face. My chest started to feel tight. Damn it, I fucked up. As Allie finished up she stepped back and looked at me with warm eyes.

"Perfect,"she said, smiling and looking back to me. She checked her phone and realized she was running late. Shit, I gotta get going. I'll catch you later Beth."

She gave me a smile as she turned to leave. Ready to take on the day, I headed to my own office. I needed to plan a good deal for Kamala's schedule. I set all of my things down, took a seat, and started working. I couldn't help but get sidetracked since I couldn't stop thinking about Kamala. I was curious as to what she was doing right now. I noticed that she had a photoshoot shoot with Doug when I scrolled through her events. I squinted at the display. Why does his name always appear when I'm making plans on my screen? Rolling my eyes, I continued working. After a few hours, I was finally finished with the schedule. But this time, I would taking it to her in person on paper. This was just my excuse to go see her. I quickly grabbed the papers and headed to her floor. Standing in front of the tall doors, I gently knocked before awaiting her response.

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