"Go back to the office Cameron. I... I will call you" Genevieve turned and followed Wells inside without even glancing back in my direction. I walk back to my bike and distracted ride back to the tower.

Genevieve's words race through my head on a loop. 'Of course I was jealous. Is you head stuck too far up your arse to realise that I like you? I like you Cameron! I thought I made that clear by sleeping with you. I don't sleep with just anyone.'

I don't realise that I'm not at the tower until I arrive at my front gate. My subconscious mind had carried me home. Probably for the best. I'd be pretty useless at work. I call Brooke to let her know I won't be back and she wishes me a good weekend. She seems oblivious to what is going on between Genevieve and I.

Paulette seems shocked at my early arrival home but doesn't comment. As requested she brings me a bottle of whiskey and I sit in the lounge room drinking my feelings. What must be hours later she brings a bowl of pasta and a plate of garlic bread making sure I eat something.

I sit, drink and stare at my phone for an eternity I don't realise I have fallen asleep until my message tone sounds.

Six minutes feels like a lifetime as I wait for her next message.

After lunch with Carter I walked around the college district and found myself wandering around Harvard. I went to a bar where I sat nursing the same drink until they closed. I hopped in a cab and when the driver asked me 'where to' I gave him Cameron's address. I needed to know he felt the same and reading that he would give himself to me made my heart leap.

I told him to come to the door and I didn't have to wait long. The door swung open revealing a broken Cameron. I did this. His hair was a mess from him running his fingers through it. He was still in the suit he was wearing this morning except it was creased and his shirt had some sort of stain on it. He smelt like my Cameron plus a lot of whiskey.

Cameron's lips curved into a small smile and he moved aside to let me come in. I step inside his regal house and wait for him to shut the door. He does so and turns around to face me.

"Genevieve I -"

"I forgive you. I'm sorry if I never -"

"I should have made my feeling for you clear. I promise that -"

"I'm yours."

Cameron sighs and smiles, "And I'm yours." Before he has a chance to rethink his words I wrap my arms around his neck and jump into his arms. My legs snake around his waist and he grips me tight. He whispers in my ear, "Can I take you to bed Miss Reynolds?"

"Please"

...

I wake up once again with Cameron wrapped around me. I look over at my... boyfriend and feel myself smile. I wish mum could see me happy. I reach over to the bedside table and grab my phone to check the time. Cameron's master suite has expansive black out curtains making it impossible to gage the time. My phone says just after nine in the morning and I love that Cameron was able to sleep in. A string of messages catch my attention.

Idiot.

Cameron moves his arms squeezing me tighter. I put my phone back on the table and settle in his arms. I place a kiss on his forehead and watch as the corners of his lips tug up. He sighs deeply.

"Good morning love"

"Morning Cam" He opens his eyes and grins at my use of his nickname.

"So my brother called yesterday" he starts and I smile sheepishly knowing where this is going, "if you want to move to London I will gladly trade places with Connor but I sure as hell am not letting you out of my sight"

"I'm sorry. It was in the heat of my anger. I wasn't really thinking. I love my job Cameron. If you want I suppose we could make our relationship public at work" I have never seen Cameron smiles so wide. He then smoothers my face in kisses causing me to fall into a fit of giggles. I make to get out of bed and Cameron stops me.

"Where on earth do you think you are going?"

"I'm getting dressed you promised me a date"

"Ah I guess I did. How about breakfast first?" Cameron hands me one of his button up business shirts which I quickly slip over my naked body. He moves to the closet pulling on a pair of sweatpants. My phone buzzes on the bedside table and I grab it. Once my eyes read the message I fall back onto the bed.

"Genevieve. What is it?" Cameron looks at me with worry plastered on his face. I hand him my phone all the while picturing the message in my head.

Someone is looking for my mum?