Gavin sighed. “When will she ever learn? Send her a note. Raise the interest again.”
I furrowed my eyebrows. This wasn’t the first time Gavin had made me raise the interest to teach his wife a lesson. It stung every time I did, but I couldn’t say no—not when I was supposedly his friend first.
“Gavin... I can’t do that. I raised it on her around three times already, and if I do it again, she won’t be able to make any payments.”
He scoffed. “Why do you think I said to raise it? She needs to learn her fucking place and realize she’s got in over her head. She won’t listen to me. She won’t listen to reason. Maybe if she gets scared enough, she’ll finally understand that she needs to.”
“If she lands this with Garcia’s son, then she’ll be fine.”
But Gavin stayed firm. “Andwhenshe doesn’t, she’ll be exactly where I want her.”
I sighed, feeling defeated as I walked out of the room, agitated. Gavin could see my anger, but I didn’t care. I was allowing him to torment her.
This wasn’t just about the loan anymore. Gavin didn’t just want to control Rosenna… he wanted to break her, own her…ruin her.
And the sickest part?
I wanted to save her. I wanted to worship her. But deep down, in some dark, fucked-up way…I wanted to own her, too.
I could put a stop to this. I could have done it a long time ago. But then she wouldn’t depend on me. Then, we would have no reason to associate with one another. Then, we would no longer befriends. Not that she’d seen me that way throughout the years I’d subjected her to Gavin’s wrath.
He doesn’t deserve you, Rose… and fuck. Neither do I.
A Few Weeks Ago
Sitting in my office, I threw down the last document I had to review before running my hands down my face, exhausted as it was already late into the night. Gavin would be returning from Chicago in the next day or so. Truthfully, much of the work we had to do was completed in a day’s time, and I was on the next flight back home to continue my other obligations.
I, unfortunately, couldn’t say the same for Gavin, who was staying back for more… personal affairs that made my blood absolutely boil. Recalling our flight to Chicago, I remember being surprised but not shocked as another woman came onto the jet and sleepily seated herself next to Gavin.
Jessica Howe…How Gavin was able to score the daughter of one of the city’s billionaire tycoons was beyond me, but he had been able to keep Rosenna on a leash for the last five years, so anything is possible I guess.
Jessica was friendly towards everyone, but it was clear she was only there for one reason, one reason that fucking made my blood boil as Gavin’s wife continued working, oblivious to the fact that her husband was having an affair.
Well, he was continuously having affairs with many different women. The only reason she didn’t know of the countless women he’s slept with behind her back is because he had paid them off, using her fucking loan payments to do it. And I was the facilitator. I helped my “friend” betray and use his wife solely because I resented her for being with him.
Over time, she grew to hate me with the interest rates or fees or whatever bullshit I could come up with to give her money to Gavin. And over time, I began to hate myself for torturing her and for falling even more in love with her. Just thinking about her made my dick hard in my pants as I rubbed my temples.Any fucking man would want a taste of her.
To hold her in their arms.To cherish herin ways her husband couldn’t. And instead of seizing the opportunity to show her what it felt like to have a man love her, I only fucked it up even more by being the one who caused her the pain.
Thinking back to earlier this afternoon, I could still remember her look of shock and hesitancy when she saw me approach her at the museum. It was just as much a surprise for me to see her there, and even more of a surprise to see her alongside her new client, Beckham.
Beckham and I were friendly towards one another, but our interaction was more passive-aggressive than cordial, all with Rosenna sandwiched between us uncomfortably. I made the offer to assist her if she wanted to purchase the property however, Beckham “politely” informed me that she wouldn’t be requiring my services.
Something tells me she won’t be needing it.
That meant, soon enough, she wouldn’t need me. And the thought, the fucking thought practically enraged me. She was so close… yet so far from being mine. I needed her. She needed me. That’s the only reason I tolerated Gavin’s requests and infidelity. Because maybe… just maybe, in the midst of that, she could be mine.
Thinking of the way my hand touched her soft skin made my breathing increase. The way her ass swayed back and forth, her soft, comforting smile… I’d almost memorized every time I saw her lips part, every time I watched her tuck her hair behind her ear, every time she brushed past me in the office with the soft scent of vanilla and honey trailing after her.
Shamefully, I reached my hand down to unzip my pants. I always fucking say this will be the last time. I promise myself every time like a goddamn addict making a vow to get healthy after each fix.God, why do I always lie to myself?
I barely got my cock out before I was pumping it furiously, chasing something I knew wouldn’t satisfy me. It didn’t matter how hard I gripped myself, how many times I imagined her soft little sighs, the way her legs would squeeze together shyly.
It didn’t matter how I tried to convince myself that this was enough. It would never be enough. Not when I wasn’t inside her. Not when I wasn’t the one she was falling apart for.
Leaning my head back as I stroked the tip, torturing myself as I hummed, I tried to think of Rosenna doing the same thing with her dainty soft hands. I practically shuttered as I imagined her kissing the tip and licking the underside of it along a protruding vein. Jerking my cock in my hand, my eyebrows furrowed as sweat glistened on my forehead. Thinking about that tight cunt, her sexy curves, those plump fuckable lips…Fuck, I was about to cum.
Going faster as I practically thrust into my hand, I groaned deeply as my cum spurted out. Grabbing a napkin as I tried to calm my breathing, my eyes went over to my phone to see a call from Gavin himself. I considered ignoring it but decided to answer it, not contemplating if the shame or guilt were driving my actions.
