Today was Vincent’s Billionaire Brunch, and unfortunately, mynormallife was about to come to an end.
Sitting in front of my vanity, I finished curling my hair as I placed a cute flower clip in.
A flower. Ironic…
No…No. Not everything is about Beckham. My world doesn’t revolve around him.He just thinks it does. My subconscious thought it did, too, as I found myself wearing an off-the-shoulder, above-the-knee, light blue, ruffle-fitted dress with pinkflowers.
I thought about changing several times, however—
“You look beautiful, honey,” Gavin said, coming over and placing a small kiss on my head before he stepped out of the room.
—I decided not to.My husband complimented me. It had been a while since I heard a genuine compliment from him, and this one came with utter ease. I almost had to do a double take. I wondered what exactly had gotten into him, but I knew exactly what or rather who it was. My only question is why he was all of a sudden being so affectionate.Was it something Beckham said? Did he mention anything?
Slipping on a pair of light pink open-toed, strapped heels, I fluffed my bouncy, wavy curls before grabbing my clutch and walking toward the door, trying to ease my mind of the millions of questions clawing for answers.
“Let’s get a move on, Rose. We don’t want to be late,” Gavin yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
I descended as quickly as I could.How did I get the invitation, but he’s more excited to go than I am?Probably because he’ll get to talk to his new best friend.
As we drove to Vincent’s residence, we made small talk before Gavin mentioned the man of the hour once again.
“You think Beckham will be there?”
I bit my lip.Are you sleeping with the man, or am I?
Snap out of it, Rosenna!
“He probably will be. But you never quite know with him.” I shrugged nonchalantly.
“The guys and I are still working on getting him to come to our poker night. Hopefully he’ll make it,” Gavin said. This was about the millionth time he’d mentioned poker night since meeting Beckham. I nodded, gazing absentmindedly through the window.
“Yep... hopefully.”
Soon, we arrived at Vincent’s home… well, mansion, and were flagged down by the valet. He opened the door for me, and I thanked him as I held his hand to step out. Someone immediately grabbed my arm, and I looked over to see Kira doing her usual “fixer-upper” things to my look in order to make me look more presentable.
Gavin rolled his eyes as he watched her fluff my hair. “Why couldn’t we leave you somewhere?”
Kira gave a fake laugh. “I should be asking the same about you, Gav. I actually am here to do my job, you know? You’re just here to smile and walk around. I’d say one of us is more important, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Kira,” I warned as I gave her a look.
She grinned harmlessly. “Kidding as always, Gav! Love you!”
She gave me the side-eye as Gavin placed his arm around my waist, and I rolled my eyes at her, hiding my smile.
We were soon escorted through the mansion and toward one of Vincent’s gardens—that’soneof them. This one was used for guests, events, photo ops. The kind of place that existed purely to be admired.
As we walked toward it, I was in awe. It was gorgeous—stunning, actually. Rows of perfectly pruned hedges framed the open space. The sleek marble wine bar glittered under the sun. The gazebo overlooked the lake that sat in the middle of the garden, its still surface mirroring the sky—
And then it hit me.
I had to come to terms with the fact that an actual billionaire called me on the regular, and I was sleeping with his son.
“Rosenna, my darling, so good to see you,” I heard over my shoulder, and I looked to see Vincent approaching me with his million-dollar smile. He gave Gavin a handshake as he greeted him and smiled as he greeted Kira as well. “Glad to see that everyone found the place and made it in one piece.”
“You have a lovely home, Mr. Garcia,” I said, smiling.
He rolled his eyes. “Tell that to my son. He hated it growing up as a child.”
