The men laughed as they shook my hand, politely introducing themselves to me. It felt surreal how much attention Vincent Garcia was giving Kira and me. It had to be a dream of some sort.
“She will be hosting an art expo for Beckham in the upcoming months in a few of her museums. How she managed to make him leave his art studio is… simply beyond me.”
Vincent’s acquaintances looked rather shocked. They began asking a few questions and even asked Gavin some as well. It was actually quite enjoyable.
Soon Kira called Vincent over for a small speech, and we dispersed to find our tables.
All of a sudden, the hairs on the back of my neck stood as I felt a familiar dark, possessive gaze on me. I bit my lip as I tried to ignore it, but I almost gave out as a warm, inviting, dangerous hand was placed on the small of my back.
I knew who it was before I turned.
Looking up, I found Beckham gazing down at me… hungrily. His eyes were dark, and he seemed agitated. He took in a deep breath, and I noticed again he was breathing in my scent.This man is absolutely feral.
Then Gavin turned toward us, and Beckham’s hand fell away.
I barely had time to recover before I felt another grip: my husband’s. His fingers slid around my waist, not gentle, not protective but possessive.
“Rosenna,” Beckham murmured. I tried to hide my blush as he continued roaming his eyes over my attire. However, his face contorted as his eyes landed on Gavin’s hand. “You look absolutely stunning tonight.”
Then, he looked over to Gavin as he tilted his head. “You must be her husband, Gavin.”
Gavin kept his grip on my waist tight… as if he was afraid I’d move or leave his side.
“Yes... and you must be Garcia’s son.”
“As well as your wife’s newest client,” Beckham remarked cockily.
I felt like throwing up.
Gavin glared. “Yes, well. It was nice meeting you. Let’s go find our seats, Rose.”
He all but dragged me past Beckham, only for him to lean in slightly, taking another whiff of my scent while Gavin didn’t notice. I looked over my shoulder momentarily to see him closing his eyes briefly as if he had to calm down, and he opened them and stared back at me with pure lust.
I turned away, flustered, and eventually sat with Gavin at our table. Kira joined me by my side after a short while, and we listened to Vincent as he gave his speech.
All this was too much. Gavin—Beckham. Feeling overwhelmed, I excused myself from the table to find some quiet. The hall toward the back of the banquet hall was dim, the noise from the event muffled behind thick walls. After going into the bathroom, I quickly did my business and stepped out.
All of a sudden a hand clamped around my wrist, yanking me back as I let out a gasp. My chest hit the wall, breath knocked from my lungs. Warm fingers ghosted down my waist as a soft whine left my lips.
“You think… you can get away with fucking wearing this… showing off your body to every man in the building, and I wouldn’t do something about it?” Beckham said into my ear.
I whimpered as he shamelessly ran his hands down my waist and over my hips.
“Beckham, it’s just a dress… please not now. Gavin, he—”
“Just a dress?” he accused, and I gasped as I felt him press his length into my ass. “Do you see what you do to me, Flower? And you think it’s still just a fucking dress?”
My thighs clenched as I slowly felt a pool forming in my underwear, the feeling masking the utter fear building in my chest. He turned me around and grabbed my jaw in his hand.
“You look too fucking good tonight for me to hold back…”
I moaned as he crashed his lips against mine.
I wanted to push him away. I really did… but henoticedme tonight.
Hecherishedme, and headoredme.
He gave me the attention I craved from my husband, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want more.
