“Ran into Jessica today,” I began. “She did me the favor of reminding me how bad of a wife I was to Gavin. I did us a bit of a disservice by calling her a homewrecking whore, butif the shoe fits...” I muttered, exaggerating my words out of anger and spite even though we were in the same boat.
“She let me know you would move on from me when you ultimately lose passion for your ’obsession’ over me. And two glasses of wine, four texts from my attorney, and one hour-long bath later... here I am, wallowing in self-pity and envisioning what it will be like when I’m ultimately alone.”
I shrugged.
“Are you done?” Beckham asked after a moment.
I sighed. “No. You’re welcome to join my pity party if you choose to.”
He ignored me as he grabbed my hand, pulling me to straddle his legs. Resting my hands on his chest, he placed a small kiss on my neck.
“What did I say to you when you last spiraled before our fight?” he asked.
“That I deserved to be loved, that I’m worth loving... same old stuff,” I mumbled with slight sarcasm.
Beckham ran his hands up and down my waist comfortingly, his eyes twinkling with warmth despite my words. “And do you remember how I meant every word of that?”
“Of course I do,” I whispered.
“So, will you believe me when I say Jessica is lying to push you away from me and fulfill Gavin’s agenda to keep you vulnerable?”
“I know...”
He lifted my hand to his lips, placing soft kisses against my skin.
“For as much as you made me chase you, Flower... you’d be lucky if you could get away from me. As tempting as it is to sit back and watch your little pity party, I can’t. I won’t. I need to be there with you,” he muttered.
I rolled my eyes again as I leaned down and placed a small kiss on his lips.
Leaning my head against his, I sighed as he continued to caress my skin. “You sure you want to wallow in my tears with me? There’s been a lot of them these days.”
“You’re also going through a divorce after finding out you’ve been cheated on, manipulated, and used. Sue me, but I think your tears are justified.”
I nestled closer to him, letting his warmth comfort me as his arms pulled my body impossibly closer to him. Feeling his soft kisses against my head, again, my mind felt at peace in contrast to the shitstorm that was brewing only a few minutes ago.
Soon enough, I would get over myself, serve Gavin the divorce papers, face him in court, send Brent away, stand up to my father, and maybe kick Jessica’s ass in the process—but for now, I was going to enjoy the sweet nothings being whispered into my ear as I was caressed by the man that plagued my dreams.
“My little flower...” he whispered in my ear, and I looked up. His eyes already hooded with possessiveness and hunger as he gazed down at me.
God, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way he looks at me.
“Yours,” I replied softly before accepting his kiss on my lips as he groped my ass. Running my hands up and down his shirt, I was eager to let him show me how much he loved me when my phone chimed on the coffee table, cutting our moment.
Pulling away, Beckham and I turned to look at the phone to see the name of a contact that immediately had his jaw clenching.
Picking up the phone, I opened it beside him and sighed internally as I read the message.
Brent
Rosenna, we need to talk.
Chapter forty-five
Rosenna
Sittinginaconferenceroom with Vincent, Beckham, and Kira, discussing my divorce, felt almost unreal. If someone had told me months ago that I would have an affair and end up divorcing my husband after he attempted to extort money from me to pay off his debt, I would have never believed them.
But now, sitting with the evidence compiled over the last week or so, reality was surely settling in. Trying not to spiral seemed like more of a challenge as I was reminded daily of the people I so desperately wanted to forget.
