Brent shook his head. “I’m the one who’s always been there for you, Rosenna. I’m the one who actually cared about you.”
“And I’m sure you cared about me when you let Gavin use me, turning a blind eye to what he was doing and slapping me in the face with interest rates through the roof to satisfy and silence his mistresses, right?”
“Rosenna, you don’t understand. I had to. I didn’t have a choice—”
I cut him off, my anger surpassing any fear or hesitancy in my voice. “And yet youchoseto put Gavin above me, the wife of your so-called good friend who you think you deserve more than him. Here I was, blaming Gavin for taking advantage of me all these years. But you were right beside him, looking the other way despite your ‘feelings’ for me. You were punishing me for being with him and not you. And now that I’m with Beckham, you’re turning right back to the same fucking pattern.”
“You think any of this was fucking easy for me? Your marriage was unraveling the day you said your vows. While you were busy throwing yourself at your client, I was trying to help your relationship stay together despite me being in love with you.”
“Quite a fine job you’ve done then, no? Only downsides of it all being the money extortion, the affairs, the lies, the betrayal, the blackmail, my divorce… but I’m sure you still have everything under control, right?” I asked. Brent’s expression grew angrier.Things weren’t supposed to play out like this, too, I suppose.
I’m sure my loan shark expected me to fall head over heels and drop my panties for him after I did the same for Beckham. I’m sure at one point he even thought, somehow, in some way, he’d be able to steal me away from Gavin.
If he was a decent man, I might have even been flattered by the confession of his long-lasting love. But after everything he had done, everything he’d put me through, I was simply disgusted by it.
“You don’t love me, Brent,” I muttered.
A look of hurt flashed through his eyes. “Rosenna… you know that’s not true,” he whispered in a plea.
I could only shake my head. “If you did, you would’ve been there when I needed you most, not siding withhim.”
After a moment of silence, the front door opened, and slowly, footsteps approached us.
“Am I interrupting something?” Beckham muttered.
I shook my head, my eyes remaining on the man in front of me.
“Nothing at all.”
Brent’s eyes narrowed. “He shouldn’t be here.”
“And given I have to finalize a few parts of my divorce,neither should I. Now, just like before, I’m going to leave. Beckham, can you please escort me out? I had a bit of trouble leaving earlier.”
“Of course, Flower.”
I stepped away from Brent, who visibly tensed.
Once I was within arm’s length of Beckham, he pulled me into his chest, placing a hungry, passionate kiss on my lips to spite Brent.
My heart raced for all the right reasons as his hands traveled down my back, groping my ass despite Brent’s eyes. His fingers dug into my skin possessively as his other hand buried into my hair, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss.
Pulling away, I bit my lip. Beckham’s dark gaze had never left Brent’s, his hand squeezing my ass harder as he staked his claim.
While I know Brent was a little unhinged, I knew Beckham was a bit more intense with the whole caveman thing, with me belonging to him and such.
Pulling his gaze away, I placed a kiss on Beckham’s cheek before he finally escorted me out of the home.
Stopping by my car, he grabbed my bag before placing it inside of the backseat.
“How did you know I was in need of saving?” I asked.
“Just had a hunch you’d run into something.”
I sighed as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I told you I didn’t like or trust him,” he uttered, glancing over to the house.
“Well, my mistake for giving the backstabber the benefit of the doubt. Don’t worry. Our feelings about him now are very much mutual,” I assured.
