Oh. Well, neither does Beckham.Like father, like son, I suppose…
He continued,“I have a meeting to get to in a short while, and I simply have no time to find other means of persuading you to come. I will send Kira the details… and I will see you there, Rosenna.”
I sighed, quiet but heavy. “Of course, Vincent. Looking forward to it.”
“Excellent, my darling. We’ll keep in touch.”
He ended the call, and I made the rest of the journey home. Fortunately Gavin’s car had gone when I arrived—he must’ve gone to work. At least I wouldn’t need to face up to him yet, after what happened last night.
I trudged my way inside as I decided a nice long shower would be best to have.
Going upstairs, I entered our room, and I noticed the bed was made. There was also no sign of Gavin. Hopping in the shower, I stood under the running water as I washed my hair.
As much as I wanted to block them out, last night’s events replayed in my mind.
You’re mine now, little flower.
I was losing myself in this man, and although I’ve made plenty of mistakes with him, last night was too far. I could still feel his hands on my hips, his lips on mine, his tongue on my neck… It was almost too much to bear, even for right now.
It had to be just sex for him.It had to be… yet the way he treated me as if he was possessive or obsessive over me made me think otherwise. If it was just sex, would he make it his goal to remind me how much I needed a man who would treat me better, understand me, andcherish me? I wasn’t quite sure.
After twenty minutes, I stepped from the shower, enrobed myself in a towel and looked at myself in the mirror. For as much as I felt terrible and guilty inside… for the first time in a few months, I also felt pretty, desirable…cherished.
It could be the fungus known as Beckham infecting my brain with his charm, compliments, and mannerisms… but I didn’t know. I just know I looked and felt different… no matter how guilty my heart felt for the sins I’d committed.
Subconsciously, my hand ran over my stomach.Don’t even get me started on the number of times he came in me.I could only thank my IUD that Gavin suggested I get years ago to be safe. But let me explain that to Nancy and it will still be my fault somehow for not wanting the baby.
He…wedidn’t even think of the consequences of not using protection. Judging by the feral way Beckham forced his cum into me… part of me was afraid he would’veliked that.
Finishing up my routine, I blow-dried my hair, straightened it, and went into my closet to find an outfit. Deciding on a blue silk cowl cami, khaki slim pants, and a pair of heels, I got dressed, desperately trying to ignore the soreness between my thighs, and began putting on my earrings as I walked over to fix my purse.
I grabbed my phone only to find I had ten missed calls from Kira as well as a few messages from her as well. I ignored the four calls from Beckham as well as the messages he’d sent. Gavin had also called me once, but it didn’t faze me.
I called Kira back. But it went straight to voicemail, so I quickly opened her messages.
Kira
Where are you?!
You need to be here now!
Clash of Clans!! Clash of Clans!!
Twilight!! Edward, Jacob, Bella!!
I furrowed my eyebrows. What was she talking about?
I quickly grabbed my things and rushed over to the gallery. On the drive, I called again and again, hoping to understand what she was in a flap about—but each and every time I hit voicemail.
What the hell was she on about?
I arrived in record time, sped inside, and quickly looked around for Kira. I ascended the steps quickly, and when I reached the top, I had to stop in my tracks. I was ready to vomit. I felt sick to my stomach as my heart began racing once again.
No.
No, no, no.
Two men, most likely hearing my footsteps, turned around from the painting they were discussing and looked over to me as I stared like a deer in headlights.
