She let out a tired sigh. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to slap some sense into Nancy over the years.” I couldn’t hold back my soft giggle as she shook her head. “I’m still a little bitter you didn’t get a few more in, but the old woman could barely keep her balance, poor thing. If you kept going, it would’ve been just sad, no matter how much she deserved it.”
“Would you feel better if you knew I slapped Gavin in his office and had him begging for my forgiveness after I threatened to ruin his life?”
A smile graced her lips, and she placed a small kiss on my forehead as she held back her laugh. “That’s my girl.”
Walking her back to my office, we talked a bit more before we were cut off by a knock at the door. Looking over, my face flushed as Beckham stepped in, looking as handsome as ever. Like I said before, the feeling of obsession… fixation was starting to be mutual. I genuinely didn’t know if I would get used to seeing him every day without having some kind of reaction, and to be quite honest, I didn’t mind it.
“Well, look who it is…” My mother smiled.
Beckham walked over to my desk as I sat behind it. “It’s good to see you again, Mrs. Hart.”
“I have to say, Mr. Garcia, you’ve become rather popular in the last day or so with everything that’s happened. Nancy can’t stop talking about you.”
Beckham tilted his head in thought. “Well, if I’ve heard correctly from your daughter, Nancy has never truly stopped talking her entire life. I’m sure it’s nothing new.”
My mother and I couldn’t help but laugh.
My mother checked her watch after a moment and stood. “Well, it’s best I get going. I’ll give you both some time to yourselves. It was lovely to see you, Beckham, and Rosenna, sweetie, we’ll talk soon.”
Standing up, I gave her a farewell hug before she stepped out of my office to leave.
Beckham placed his hands around me from behind, and I giggled softly as he placed a kiss on my shoulder.
“My little flower… Everything okay?”
I sighed as I turned in his hold, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“No, Mr. Garcia, everything is perfect. Way too perfect with you.”
He hummed, biting at my lip playfully as his hand lowered to shamelessly caress my butt.
“Well… I actually have a surprise for you, Flower. And once you see it, only then will everything be perfect.”
“If I recall correctly, the last surprise you gave me was what my previous husband labeled as a ’glorified publicly displayed sex shrine’ in one of his text messages to me. Should I get my hopes up?”
He rolled his eyes as he leaned down and nipped at my collarbone.
“No. Not another sex shrine…at least not yet.”
“Beckham,” I said, my voice laced with warning.
“Trust me, Flower… this surprise is only slightly better than a display of my love and underlying obsession for you.”
Chapter fifty-two
Rosenna
Walkingupthestairs,I stumbled slightly as Beckham’s hands steadily held my waist. I would have thanked him; however, I groaned. My vision was entirely obstructed by the blindfold he thought would be appropriate for me to wear as he walked up multiple flights of stairs.
“Mr. Garcia, is all of this truly necessary?” I asked, annoyed.
He hummed. “Of course it is, my stubborn little flower. The word ‘surprise’ should ring a bell, hmm, baby?”
I attempted to strike his shoulder; however, I ended up hitting his face instead. I went to apologize; however, I rolled my eyes as he caught my hand and gingerly placed a kiss on its back.
“There’s no need to be aggressive, baby. We’re almost there.”
Once we reached the top of the steps, I listened as he unlocked a door. Grabbing my hand in his, we entered a rather dark room that had my heart racing in anticipation. He walked me farther inside, and I groaned internally as we found another set of steps.Is he actively trying to get me to trip?
