Kirasatinmyoffice as I tried my best to fill out my paperwork. She had been silent ever since she brought me my coffee, and I didn’t know why. It had been one day since my session with Beckham and for someone harboring the possibility of being the reason their business or marriage will fail, I felt relatively fine—but of course, Kira could see right through the façade.
“Something’s wrong,” she said out of nowhere.
“Kira, do you not have work to do?” I asked.
She held her hand up. “No... no, that’s not it.”
I rolled my eyes. Thankfully, her phone rang, causing her to stand and pace.
“Why hello, Richard… Yes, of course, we are still interested!” She happily glanced over to me, but I was in no mood to celebrate. “I’ll let her know right away and schedule another meeting with you sometime soon.” She ended the call and gave me a look. “Care to explain why we just gained Beckham Garcia as a client when we were crying about losing him only a few days ago…? And why do you look so guilty? Did you suck his dick?!”
I quickly stood up and closed my office door as I glared at her.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I seethed.
She crossed her arms. “Rose. What did you do? If you slept with him, that’s fine by me. Just let me get the divorce papers together so we can kick Gaslight Gavin to the curb.”
“Kira. Please, I did not have sex with the man.”
She furrowed her eyebrows.
“Then what did you do?”
I let out a breath.
“…I let him paint a portrait of me… naked, but it was only my back and hair! He had me covered up with a knit blanket and took a few pictures of me, too,” I said. “And he said it would just be one, but now he’s saying he wants more, and I didn’t even tell Gavin.”
“That... is so fucking hot,” Kira whispered.
I rolled my eyes. “Kira, please. Be an adult for once, and help me think.”
“Oh, I’m gonna be an adult, all right. You’re telling me that an artist billionaire is blackmailing you into posing nude for him, and we’re just supposed to act like this isn’t a gift from God?”
I groaned heavily as I placed my face in my hands defeated. “I’m never gonna get out of this.”
“You better not! Could you imagine what he’s doing with those photos by himself? He didn’t just take them to store them, you know.”
My cheeks grew red as I lowered my hands. “He’s not doing anything with them, Kira.”
She threw her hands up in surrender. “I give up. The obvious signs point to him wanting to go feral on you, but I’m going to let you battle your delusions and come to a real conclusion by yourself.”
I shook my head as she sauntered out of the room.
Lying in the tub, I read my erotic novel silently.
Gavin had let me know he was coming home late. For the week I had, I decided treating myself to another relaxing bath was only necessary.
Turning the page, I couldn’t help but think back to what Kira said.Could he really be doing something else with the photos…? For everything that had happened so far, I couldn’t really put it past the man, now could I?
“Dress comfortably, my little flower… it’s not like it’ll matter too much anyway.”
“I’m not done with you yet.”
“Strip.”
“You need to take off your fucking clothes and strip down bare.”
“And I’m telling you that I’m. Not. Fucking. Done. With. You.”
