Clearing my throat, I spoke as I fixed myself in my pants.
“Gavin, talk to me,” I said in the usual way we would greet one another over the phone ever since we became firm partners.
“Brent…”
From the tone of his voice, he seemed troubled, and I was unsure why.
I listened intently. I heard the soft breathing of a woman in the background, so I could only assume that Jessica was asleep.
Gavin continued, and as the words left his mouth, my face paled, and my pulse quickened in shock and rage.
“I think…I think Rosenna is having an affair.”
Chapter forty-one
Brent
WatchingGavinpacemyliving room floor was an interesting sight. He was completely on edge and looked as though he was ready to snap out of anger. When he arrived at my home at five in the morning, I offered him a coffee, but he was completely out of it. Jessica was back at her home, and it seemed she was the least of his worries currently.
“Gavin. What is going on?” I asked.
He shook his head. “She’s trying to fucking ruin me, that’s what. That little whore is trying to get away from me. Trying to get away from her husband.”
“You don’t know that,” I said, trying to reason with him, but he scoffed.
“I fucking know it, Brent. Goddammit, I’ve been married to her for five years. Something’s happened in the last few months, something that made her more confident, more assertive, and more hesitant around me.”
“…Confident and assertive. Good sex will do that to a woman. I’ll give you that,” I muttered absentmindedly.
“She’s been distant, more than usual. I had the little bitch under my fucking thumb, and now? Now, I don’t know where her mind is. And all I am thinking about is who would lay their fucking hands on what’s mine.”
“Regardless, you and I both know you are speculating. Rosenna would never cheat on you.”
He glared at me. “Brent, I’m not a fucking idiot. I know my wife. Well, I used to know her. Now I don’t know what to think. She’s not home as frequently, she smiles more, and she’s either completely distant or oddly attached to me when we’re together. There is no more middle ground, and—God, I don’t even know what to think.”
My mind immediately went to a possible candidate for an affair partner… well, theonlycandidate that seemed unhinged enough to go after a married woman.Beckham Garcia.
Again, I was reminded of my encounter with Rosenna and him outside a museum. I ignored his hooded eyes filled with possessiveness over her, as mine were probably filled with much of the same. But maybe that was a one-time thing. Maybe I was reading into things too much. I was practically obsessed with her, for God’s sake. Any man who looked at her would seem like competition. It was probably nothing—
Stepping into Gavin’s home as I left the guys at the poker table, I took a sip of my beer and listened as hushed whispers were being made in the kitchen. Thinking nothing much of it, I walked over to it to see an interesting sight. Rosenna was fixing chips and finger foods for our little get-together, and oddly enough, Beckham was standing beside her.
Watching her silently… with his hand on her lower back. She seemed agitated with something and pulled away as he seemed rather annoyed at her behavior. She lifted her head after a moment, and I could visibly see her flinch as I entered the kitchen slowly. Beckham grabbed one of the bottles of water on the counter nonchalantly and walked past me, nodding his head casually. I tried to ignore the look on her face as if she were a deer in headlights as I nodded to the front door.
“Forgot something in my car...” I uttered with a shrug, and she nodded with a small smile. She grabbed the bowl before heading off to the patio.
Looking over my shoulder, I watched as her ass swayed back and forth and held back a groan as I continued to my car, only contemplating slightly about their little encounter. But I thought nothing of it.It was probably a one-time thing.
Running my hands down my face in distress, I sighed as I rested my elbows on my knees. “It’s Garcia,” I uttered.
Gavin looked over at me in shock. “What? What do you mean?”
“It’s almost too obvious that the affair is with him. He’s the first and last person anyone would think of.”
“How do you know?”
“Whenever I’ve seen him and Rosenna together, she’s nervous, and he… well, minus the emotionless look he always has, he looks like he wants to devour her.”
Gavin was silent for a moment, processing my words. Since he’d had more encounters with Beckham than I’d had, it dawned on him after a moment, and he shook his head.
