I didn’t respond, for my own sake, my own jealousy, for the rage and the sick, twisted fucking need to be the one in that room with her instead of him.
I remained in my thoughts as we followed the couple back to Beckham’s warehouse.
Secretly watching my best friend’s wife, the woman I loved, have sex with her client through the window was not one of my best moments, if I was being completely honest.
However…part of me felt like I needed to watch.
My grip tightened on the steering wheel as Beckham wrapped her hair in his fist, forcing her to look up at him like she fucking belonged to him. I could see her lips part, her breath hitch.Fuck. She actually liked it.She liked that he could do whatever the hell he wanted with her and she’d just fucking take it.
Back arched, tongue out, submitting to him like it was in her second nature, she was letting him ruin her, right there, in the open, without a second fucking thought.
I turned away, painfully trying to ignore my growing cock.
It was dark out, but Gavin’s camera captured a few suitable pictures and an impressively high-quality video. Not that we could use them in court, but they were pretty handy in the case of blackmail.
With a heavy internal sigh, we made our way back to the office to finalize the plan with our confirmation of the affair.
I shouldn’t have been helping Gavin. He was the one who drove her to this situation in the first place. But I was angry, jealous, and almost vindictive, as I wanted her to pay for breaking my heart. For not giving me a fucking chance.
Gavin didn’t deserve her. I didn’t deserve her.
As for Beckham Garcia? Beckham Garcia sure as hell didn’t fucking deserve her.
Present
Rosenna
Lying against Beckham as he still slept, I trailed my finger down his face as I admired him silently. I had been staying with him over the weekend, and it had been calm and tranquil for the terrible last few days I had endured.
I was happy the exhibit was a success, but in the end, I hurt Gavin. I had to live with that fact, no matter how liberated or free I felt in the moment.
Even so, finally, it felt like I was in control. I would soon be free from my miserable marriage, from my loans, from everything that had made me forget who I was… who I wanted to be.
Resting my hand against Beckham’s cheek, my thumb brushed over his skin as I sighed. Beckham could see who I was, he understood my visions, my passions, he understood me and who I wanted to be.
His dark lashes, the sharp line of his jaw, the way his lips parted slightly in sleep. He looked so peaceful like this.Like he wasn’t the man who had completely unraveled me.
Slowly, his arm wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me closer to his body. My chest, only covered by the thin fabric of one of his t-shirts, met his own, and I shuddered as my nipples hardened against him. His eyes opened slowly, darkening as they gazed at me.
“Good morning,” I whispered softly.
He hummed as his hand caressed my hip. “It is one with you, Flower.”
I couldn’t help my growing blush as he maneuvered me so I could straddle his waist on my knees. My hands rested on his shirtless abdomen. His hands ran up and down my thighs, as he sighed.
“You’re going to the gallery today,” he murmured.
I nodded. “I am.”
“It’s a shame… I enjoyed having you all to myself.”
I let out a small giggle as his hands moved up to my waist and rested on my stomach.
“Is that so?” He hummed in thought. Curiously looking down at his hands hovering over my abdomen, I continued, “You know, Kira told me someone wanted to put an offer for one of my portraits.”
“No one can put a price on your beauty, Flower.”
I gave a small smile. “Hence the name ’Priceless’ for the exhibit, huh?”
