Gavin spoke beside me. “Where is Beckham, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Vincent took another sip as he looked around. “He should be by the wine bar with his date…”
My eyes immediately snapped over to the bar.
Indeed, there was Beckham, sitting with a smile on his face as he spoke to a beautiful blonde woman. She had the features of a model and the smile of an angel. I watched briefly as she said something and his smile grew wider as he laughed…
So, he smiles for her but not me?
I felt a pinch on my side by Kira, and I looked back to Vincent as his eyes lingered on me.
He looked away and smiled. “Please, enjoy yourselves. Rosenna, don’t wander off too far. I’d like to introduce you to a few more of my associates.”
I nodded, and he walked away as Gavin fixed his suit. “I’m gonna get a drink, Rose. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Once he was out of earshot, Kira whispered, “What was that about?”
I shook my head as I made eye contact with Beckham for a split second before I looked away, not wanting to be subjected to his dangerous gaze.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Beckham’s date…”
I felt my face heat up as I crossed my arms defensively.
“I am not.”
Kira shrugged. “Just asking. Let me know if you need me; we can definitely make this a two-against-one fight for him.”
I groaned internally. “God, I need a drink.”
I left Kira alone and went to thesecondbar in the garden.Rich people…
I ordered a Sex on the Beach and sipped it occasionally as I discreetly looked over my shoulder to see Beckham still laughing it up with his date.
I shouldn’t be upset. I shouldn’t be angry. I shouldn’t be feeling jealous… but I was. A sick part of me wanted him to notice my dress, notice my hair, notice my effort in looking pretty today… almost as if my husband hadn’t told me that I looked beautiful earlier. His compliment from this morning was supposed to be enough.It wasn’t.
Instead, the man who usually couldn’t keep his eyes off of me hadn’t gazed at me once this entire time. All he had done was make me realize how desperate I was, going after a man who would only smile at me when it was for his own benefit or when he was torturing me—and with my husband only a few meters away at that.
And the beautiful blonde, she was all over him, touching at his arm, leaning over as she laughed, leaning in just enough to press against him, angling herself so he had the perfect view down her dress.
Taking another sip of my drink, I could feel my eyes narrowing into slits, my hand tightening on the stem of my glass, ready to snap it.
Someone sat beside me. I looked over to see it was Vincent.
“You seem rather… agitated, darling. Are you not enjoying the party?”
I smiled, letting go of the bubble of frustration I was in as I shook my head.
“You couldn’t possibly do anything that I wouldn’t like, Mr. Garcia. The party is wonderful…”
He hummed as he took a sip of his drink.
“Beckham... actually requested the assortment of flowers on the tables to be…rosesspecifically.”
I did my best to hide my blush behind my hair. “Well, they’re beautiful.”
He nodded. “His date is actually the daughter of one of my colleagues… She’s been pining after him for months. I wonder why he finally decided to take her on a date.” He shrugged.
