Reading further, I cursed to myself as I noticed a certainsomeonetalking to the author about how busy Rosenna was and how they couldn’t thank Vincent enough for giving them a chance…Kira, you little bitch.
Handing him back his phone, I shook my head dismissively. “Doesn’t matter.”
“She just made a payment of fifty grand yesterday.”
I sighed.Of course she did.
“When will she ever learn?” I muttered, rubbing my temple. “Send her a note. Raise the interest again.”
Brent furrowed his eyebrows. “Gavin... I can’t do that. I raised it on her around three times already, and if I do it again, she won’t be able to make any payments.”
“Why do you think I said to raise it?” I leaned back, tilting my head. “She needs to learn her fucking place and realize she’s got in over her head. She won’t listen to me. She won’t listen to reason. Maybe if she gets scared enough, she’ll finally understand that she needs to.”
“If she lands this with Garcia’s son, then she’ll be fine.”
“Andwhenshe doesn’t,” I smirked, “she’ll be exactly where I want her.”
Brent sighed, and I watched as he walked out of the door, agitated.
He was angry—angry that I was forcing my wife to be compliant and obey. I didn’t care much. All that mattered was making sure Rosenna wasn’t able to make her payments so she could finally sell these properties and stay home.
Rosennathinksshe’s independent. That she’s capable. That she has a say in what happens next.She doesn’t.
She can play CEO for as long as she wants. Make all the choices in the world as she runs herself into the ground trying to save her pathetic galleries.
Because when she fails, when she inevitably realizes that no amount of hustle, grit, blind optimism or “woman empowerment” will get her out of this hole, I’ll be there.
When she loses everything, I’ll be there to save her from herself.
I’ll remind her thatshe needs me.
She just doesn’t know it yet. And making sure she can’t make her payments and losing everything will be the first step in forcing her to realize it for herself.
Chapter nine
Rosenna
AsIcurledmyhair for Vincent’s dinner tonight, I watched Gavin in the mirror. He was busy fussing over which tie to wear.
When I told him Vincent had invited the both of us to his dinner, he didn’t seem all that pleased. I’d expected that. I learned to live with it rather than oppose it, and that’s made our marriage a bit easier to bear. He expressed how much he didn’t want to go, so I was confused as to why he was making such a big deal over what to wear.
Slipping on my black floor-length dress, I adjusted the spaghetti straps and smoothed out the high slit.
“How long are we planning on staying?” Gavin asked.
I bit my lip as I put on my earrings. “Depends... Vincent said he had some people he wanted Kira and me to meet, so…”
Gavin just walked into his closet.It was like I couldn’t get it right.
I thought he’d be happy: happy about the connections I’ve made, the progress, and the potential I have to bring in new clients and business… But he was angrier at the idea.
Slipping on my black strap heels, I looked at myself in the mirror. I felt beautiful… and alluring, almost seductive but still a bit innocent. I didn’t mean to give off the vibe, but I simply looked it.
Gavin walked out of the bathroom and headed straight for the door. I wasn’t exactly waiting for a compliment… but one would have been nice to have from my husband every once in a while. It was almost as if he didn’t notice me at times. And sometimes, I wanted him to, even if it was the little things.
When you do your own hair, you tend to curl your ends, and you make it neater.
Let me show you what it means when a man fucking cherishes you.
