“Don’t say it like that.”
Gavin laughed.“So when I’m unsupportive, I’m a jackass, but when I’m supportive, it’s not good enough.”
My jaw clenched.Kira was right… “Gaslight Gavin” is a rather fitting title.
Moving the curtain, I watched as Kira joined Rosenna’s side to speak with her and Gavin moved to sit in the car. What Rosenna and Kira spoke about, I couldn’t hear: their tones were too low. Most likely they were discussing business matters.
Shortly thereafter, they said their goodbyes, and I groaned internally as I watched my flower walk to the car. It didn’t help that the longer I stared at her ass my cock began to stir.She was going to be the fucking death of me—
“I’d say today was quite a success, wouldn’t you agree, son?” came my father’s voice from behind me.
I sighed as I looked over to see him leaning against the frame of the door. Glass of whiskey in hand, he took a sip before speaking again. “Sebastian and Jessica just left… You could’ve let her down easier, you know.”
“She was making assumptions about my character and my actions. She’s only upset because she’s still bearing the idea that we might be a couple someday.”
“Well, you did ask her to accompany you to the event today.”
“I had my reasons for inviting her…”
My father hummed. “Surely it wasn’t to rekindle the non-existent relationship between you two?” I remained silent as I listened to the sound of Gavin’s car leaving the lot, gravel grinding under his tires. “Sebastian is quite excited to see what you’ve been working on… I hope it is reasonably grand, considering you ghosted my associates and assistants who’ve requested frequent progress reports. “
“I’ve been busy,” I muttered again.
“Is what you told Jessica and Kira.”I remained silent as he continued, “She and Rosenna need your vision and concepts to prepare accordingly.”
“I’ll send something out by the end of the week.”
He smiled. “Glad we’re on the same page…”
He went to leave the room, but I stopped him.
“Is my new warehouse ready yet?”
He paused for a moment. “It should be…” Then he was gone.
Looking back out of the window, I caressed the fabric of the curtain as the image of my little flower being used by me filled my mind again.
That was all I’d been able to think about for the last week or so… The way her lips felt around my cock, the tightness of her little cunt, her little whimpers that fed my sadistic side that wanted to see her break.
An obsession… a fixation… an addiction. Those words settled into my skin, festered into my fucking blood. And for once, Jessica made a relatively solid point.
I was obsessed, fixated, addicted… and like an addict, Icravedmore. Ifucking needed more… and I was going to get my fix.
One way or another.
Chapter twenty-one
Beckham
Standingoverthesink,I watched my call to Rosenna go straight to voicemail. We had a session scheduled earlier this afternoon, and she refused to show up for it. I tried getting in contact with Kira; however, she refused to “continue rooting for our love affair” until I finished up my floor plans.
As my hair dripped wet over my face and chest, I glanced at the phone again before stepping out of the bathroom.
Twenty calls, all to voicemail.
Dressed in only a pair of black joggers, I walked into my art space and stared at the paintings of her I’d created so far.I still needed to understand her. I wanted to know why I was so fixated on this married woman who oftentimes wanted nothing to do with me. I only had two finished paintings of her so far but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
Staring at the beginning of my clay sculpture, I groaned internally. Painting her was one thing, but molding a statue based on the memory of her alone… was entirely different.
