Call me irresponsible..

You get a bit nervous but turn to him and nod. "Sure, what's up?" He looks nervous and hesitant, standing far away from you. "(y/n), can I.. um.. be honest about something to you? I feel like I need to get it off my chest." Shit, what's going on? Did he notice about Kamala and I? Or he's suspecting something? Damn it, I knew we should've been more careful. You smile to hide your nerves. "Of course, tell me?" He looks around the room awkwardly. "I noticed that you and Kamala are good friends and spend some time together in California so I wanted to ask, did you notice anything unusual? Did she tell you anything?" You think for a second. "I can't think of anything, what do you mean by that?" He seems to be struggling with his words. "Um... it's just, I don't know, I might be being paranoid but I felt as if her behavior was a little different when she came back home... She was a bit distant, a bit cold, as if something bothered her." He sighs, and feels a bit silly for sharing his fears about his marriage with you. "Oh I see what you mean but you probably read too much into it, she has so much work and responsibilities. She's just tired, don't worry about it."

He sighs and nods, feeling more confident and trusting in your reassuring words. "Yeah I guess you're right. I might be thinking too much about this, it's probably just stress..." He gives you a small smile. "Thanks (y/n). I'll try not to overthink and worry too much. Sometimes the paranoia just gets the best of me." "It's alright Doug, it's understandable to have doubts." You say as you pat his shoulder and turn towards the tea you were making. "Mind helping me get these to the others?" He gives you another small smile, thankful for your understanding. "Yeah, I can help you. Let's get it to the others." He grabs some of the cups and gestures for you to lead the way, following you closely behind. You come back to the office to put the cups down on the desk for the people who asked, going to Kamala first as you put down the mug in front of her, bending gently. "There you go." She smiles at you brightly and looks up at you with a kind expression on her face. "Thank you, Darling." She grabs the mug and takes a small sip, not realizing the way she referred to you with such affection, as if it had become a habit now instead of just the teasing, flirty pet names it used to be. You smile warmly at her as you straighten up and go get the others cups then sit back on your chair for the rest of the meeting.

During the next hours, everyone keeps talking but Kamala is still very focused and mostly paying attention to you, her eyes never leaving your figure as she watches you closely. She has trouble paying attention when you're in the same room as her, your presence, your body, your voice, your smell, everything about you is way too distracting for her. Towards the end of the meeting you think of telling Kamala about what Doug told you but you're not sure. After what seems like hours, most of the group leaves. Once only a few people remain, Kamala looks at you, a soft expression of concern on her face as she sees the thoughtful look on your face from across the room. "Darling? What's wrong?" She asks with a caring voice. "How do you know something's wrong?" You ask in surprise. "I know you and I can tell something is on your mind. You had this thoughtful expression on your face during the meeting. Plus you've been a little quieter than usual." She says, giving you a reassuring and gentle smile. "Is something bothering you, Darling?" "Yea actually... Doug came to talk to me in the kitchen." Her smile falters slightly at the mention of her husband's name, a wave of guilt and regret washes over her.

But she listens carefully to you anyways. "Oh he did? About what?" She asks with a neutral tone, trying to act normal in front of you. "He asked me if I knew anything because you were distant with him so I was wondering if it's... because of me?" Kamala sighs softly and looks down at the table, feeling even more guilty now for being so distracted that she didn't notice how it affected her relationship with her husband. "Oh... I didn't realize it was that obvious..." She hesitates for a moment before finally turning to look at you. "Yes (y/n), it's because of my feelings for you. He noticed I'm a bit... distracted these days." She says, unable to look you in the eyes while she admits it. "Me too to be honest..." You look around since the members of the team are chatting and everything. "Can we go somewhere more private?" She nods in understanding. "Yeah, of course. Let's go." She gestures for you to stand up and follow her and you walk out of the room together, heading toward another small office nearby. "There. Let's sit down, Darling." She says as she closes the door behind you for privacy. You walk in and lean a little against the main desk. "I'm good." Kamala looks at you with a heavy, exhausted expression, the burden of the secrets, guilt, and desire all overwhelming her.

"(y/n), darling, I feel bad for dragging you into this mess... I shouldn't have done this with you." She sighs, letting out a heavy and shaky breath. "It was wrong of me to do it... I shouldn't have risked my marriage or my reputation for you..." Her voice cracks and she looks down, almost as if she's disappointed in herself. "Don't blame yourself, we both wanted this and it was supposed to be lighthearted but here we are." You look down. She gives another heavy sigh and slowly starts walking towards you. "But I'm older. I should've known better..." She stops a few feet away, her chest now rising and falling with shaky, unsteady breaths. "But at that moment I wanted to be yours and only yours, I still do... You're all I can think of." She whispers, desperate now that you're finally alone together in private, her mind completely clouded and distracted by the beautiful woman in front of her. My lips part gently as you take a breath and grab the edge of the desk with your hands. "Kamala..." "Tell me (y/n)... Do you still want to be mine..?" She says in a desperate low whisper, pleading you to allow her to be greedy and selfish a little more. She slowly starts taking small steps closer, wanting to hold you again, to kiss you again, to touch your skin and make you moan her name. "Say you're mine, please darling..."

"Of course I am Kamala, It never changed I was always yours..." "Yes, you're mine..." She whispers again and suddenly moves forward to capture your mouth in a desperate, hungry kiss. She immediately presses you against the desk behind you, pushing her body against yours as she kisses you with passion. "I want you (y/n)... I want you so much..." She says, her lips now attacking your neck. "Mmpph-" You groan in surprise as she kisses you and cover your mouth as she starts giving affection to your neck. The other going to her hip as you're pinned to the desk, almost sitting on it. The taste of your skin drives Kamala wild now that she's not controlling herself anymore. "You're so beautiful..." She moans as she kisses your neck while her hands start roaming your body, exploring everywhere she can reach with urgency. "Kamala..." You moan her name and bury your hands in her hair, kissing her more aggressively as she helps you up on the desk to sit on it. You then spread your legs to give her space. It's not the place, it's not the time and it's not appropriate but the two of you can't help in the moment...

Y'all when Kamala wins in two days, I'm posting the chapter you're all waiting for as celebration! 🤠

Update: Well I think we can agree we all lost hope in the world and the shitty people living in it but anyway I'll obviously keep this story going and loooove Kamala always and forever.

-Djedje <3