Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 66

A/N: Light little chapter here. Nothing major going on, just some light fluff before we move on to bigger things.

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Maggie was leaned over the sink of the bathroom, meticulously drawing on her eyeliner. Sucking on her lip while she tried so hard to keep her swipe of black as clean as she could. Her steady artist's hand helping tremendously in her efforts.

Once she was satisfied with her work, she found her favorite nude gloss and ran it over her pouty lips. Stepping back in the mirror, she gave herself a once-over. Running her hands down the sides of her dress. She brushed down the champagne satin fabric, adjusting the thin straps on her shoulders.

She found her purse she had tossed onto the bed. A crystal covered Yves Saint Laurent clutch. Accenting the diamonds that were delicately placed on her neck, ears, wrist, and now— her left hand ring finger.

Trekking through the house, she walked down to the kitchen. Planning to give James a call to see if he was headed home soon.

He had been working a long day at the office, one of his painful eight in the morning to eight at night shifts he so often put himself through. Twelve hours hunched over his desk. Taking about a thousand calls and shaking about a thousand more hands. Not feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin once.

Maggie wasn't fond of those kinds of days, but she knew he thrived on that kind of thing. Working himself down to the bone and walking out of his building, being reminded again of everything his ruthless ethic got him.

She held the phone between her shoulder and cheek as it rang. Popping open her bag to make sure she had everything she needed.

"Hey, doll." He answered after a few rings.

"Hey, are you headed home soon? Nat and Steve are gonna be pissed if we're late."

James chuckled through the line, shaking his head. "Steve is here with me, sweetheart. So, if I'm late— he's late too."

She rolled her eyes, glad he couldn't see through the phone. "Okay, well when are you leaving?"

"Almost done. Fifteen minutes tops."

"Should I get a cab and pick up Nat on the way then? You can just meet us at the bar, so you don't have to rush."

James grinned to himself. "Yeah, you can pick her up on the way, but I don't think you'll need a cab."

Maggie frowned, grabbing the phone in her hand and adjusting it against her ear. "Why not?"

"I think you might want to pay the garage a visit before you leave."

She could literally hear his smirk through the phone. The devilish one he wore so often, whenever he was being a smart ass or spoiling her— both of which seemed to be present at the moment. "Um, okay." She said apprehensively. "Do you want me to take one of your cars then?"

"Just go to the goddamn garage, sweetheart." He demanded. "And stay on the line."

Maggie sighed, spinning on the ball of her sparkly Jimmy Choo pump. "Fine." She muttered, clicking through the living room and down the hall to the elevator. Punching the bottom button for the garage, she leaned up against the wall, feeling the low rumble of the lift starting to descend.

"Well, how was your day?" James cooed, voice laced with arrogance. Leaning back in his chair behind his desk. Feeling smug as ever, eagerly waiting for the reaction he was about to get.

"It was fine." Maggie sighed. "Just busy passing off my duties for our trip."

"Did everything go smoothly?"