I… I didn’t know what to think. I kept trying to convince myself that it was just sex for him. It had to be.It needs to be.
He entered the car and started the ignition as I looked over at him cautiously.
It needs to be just sex, because if it isn’t, then Beckham was working hard to take me from Gavin and to make me his entirely. And knowing him, he would succeed… because he always gets what he wants.
And what he wants right now…is me.
Chapter twenty-five
Rosenna
“He’sjuststandingthere…menacingly,” Kira whispered as she looked outside through the glass over to Beckham, who was standing in the middle of the gallery on the phone.
He glanced over to my office for a moment, and I averted my eyes so as not to make direct eye contact. I had come the gallery after running a few more errands. Kira, to no one’s surprise, was unhappy that I wasn’t taking my day off seriously, but she perked up right away when she saw me with Beckham.
I didn’t want to break down all the details of what was going on between us, but I had to tell someone to get this weight off my chest and talk me into ignoring the man.Yet the person I asked for help was rooting for us to be together?! Not one of my best decisions.
“Kira, I need help,” I muttered.
“With what?” she genuinely asked.
I glared at her. “Getting away from that man and getting my marriage back on track with Gavin, that’s what!” I yelled angrily.
“Rose… I truly think it’s going to be easier said than done. You’ve been trying for weeks, and frankly, it probably hasn’t been enough, considering how much Vincent Garcia likes you, too.”
“How do you think I feel, Kira? Gavin hasn’t exactly been husband material for the last five years. Now this man shows up, demands to sleep with me on the regular, has a way with words, is protective, pays for everything, and quite literally gets on his knees to ’cherish me,’ as he puts it.”
“What a dream to live in…” Kira sighed, shaking her head, and I groaned as I grabbed a pillow from the other couch and threw it at her. She caught it in mid-air, then we both looked over to the knock at the door to see Beckham standing in the middle of the frame, his facial expression depicting his version of amusement.
“Flower... Is everything okay?” he asked in that dark voice of his.
Kira gushed as she practically fangirled, holding the pillow under her chin while she kicked her legs back and forth.
Pushing my hair out of my face, I shook my head. “Where did I go wrong?”
He simply approached me, wrapping his arms around my waist as if Kira wasn’t about to scream in excitement.
“Almost finished up your work?”
I reluctantly nodded as I crossed my arms.
He hummed for a moment before leaning down into my ear. “Let’s go back to my place for dinner tonight…”
I sighed as I looked up at him through my eyelashes, feeling small like he always made me feel.
“I shouldn’t… You know I can’t,” I began.
“Actually!” Kira interjected, causing my head to snap around. “Gavin isn’t in town… so technically, youcan.. and it’sjustdinner.”
I internally groaned, feeling the urge to kick her in the back of her head. It would never bejustdinner with Beckham. Everything he did had an intention. Whether it was to make me jealous of another woman, get closer to me by befriending my husband, or charm me into seeing he isn’t the sex-crazed, obsessive man I knew him to be.
I sighed heavily as he brushed his hand over my shoulder, pushing my hair behind it. I shuddered, trying hard not to show it, but there was a faint gleam in his eyes as he caught the gesture—subtle, amused, and far too satisfied.
“I-I have to put the groceries away and… and clean up the bedroom—” I tried to reason.
He tilted his head innocently. “I can always help, Flower.”
“As a friend, I suppose…?”
