Author Genevieve Graham Novels & Stories

“I’m only sorry I’m meeting you under these circumstances. Your father was a good man.” Before I could reply the office door opened again. This time it was Genevieve. She swept in a cloud of expensive perfume and confidence dressed in another flawless outfit with her smile bright and fake. She didn’t even glance at me or Alexander at first. She went straight to Jared. “Darling I’ve been looking all over for you,” she purred perching herself on the edge of Jared’s desk and leaned over wrapped her arms around his neck, and giving him a long deliberate kiss.

Mia's POV: “What? I like gummy bears so what?” Genevieve said with a shrug. She grabbed a bowl and emptied one of the packets in it. After taking a bite of one, she held the bowl to us. “Want some?” I grabbed one of them and tossed it into my mouth. “It’s a sugar rush,” I said, going around to get started on another dish. “Exactly,” Genevieve said, her body doing a happy dance.

Genevieve slid her hand into my own and held on as she stepped out. I refused to move back, so that when she righted herself we were inches from one another. I lived for these moments. In the span of twenty-four hours I had become addicted to her touch, her smell, her very presence. Genevieve was unique. Unlike any woman that I had ever met before. She wrote books with descriptive, very descriptive, sex and she gave the world a persona of an experienced woman, but every time I got remotely close to her, she closed down. Her body reacted to mine, but she wasn’t acting on it. She shied away from me.

I gritted my teeth, realizing with sickening clarity that I had thrown away an extraordinary legacy for a fraction of what I was owed. Briar had been phenomenal at managing the pack. She handled the territory's finances effortlessly, oversaw development, and held the genuine affection of every member. Genevieve, on the other hand, had zero interest in the people. She threw a single, brief gathering for the omegas when she arrived, but her enthusiasm died almost immediately. After that, her days revolved around buying expensive clothes, hoarding jewelry, and making herself available whenever I wanted intimacy. I used to appreciate how eager she was to satisfy my desires, but now it felt shall