Brent smiled in return as he shook Beckham’s hand.
I felt utterly sandwiched between the two of them.What… what was happening?
“Same here, Garcia… Bit of a coincidence running into you here as well.”
“Somewhat. Rosenna was just showing me another property she’s interested in,” Beckham replied.
My face immediately contorted as Brent looked down at me with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes like it did when we were alone.
“Another property?” he asked.
I breathed in deeply as I forced a grin. “Just looking around. Nothing too serious.”
But Beckham obviously wasn’t too pleased with my answer as he put his own two cents in. “I’d say it was pretty serious, Rose. Your eyes lit up the entire time inside.”
Fuck.
“If you’re serious about this, you know I’m always available to lend you assistance, Rosenna,” Brent assured.
Before I could even utter a word, Beckham spoke for me. “Something tells me she won’t be needing it.”
I immediately felt like grabbing a trashcan to throw up in.
The silence that ensued was deafening. I had to be in a dream… maybe a nightmare as they stared each other down. I was used to this behavior from Beckham…I expected it even. But from Brent? This didn’t seem in character at all.
Brent glanced down at his watch as he cleared his throat, the fabricated smile making its way back to his lips. “Gotta run. We’ll catch up soon, Garcia… and I’ll be seeing you later, Rosenna.”
I waved goodbye to him as my hands virtually trembled. Beckham bid him goodbye as I stormed toward the car, with him following hot on my trail.
Entering the car, I slammed the door shut as he got in the driver’s seat.
“What the hell was that?” I snapped.
His jaw flexed. “You tell me.”
I scoffed as I looked over to see him clenching the steering wheel, his knuckles growing a shade lighter. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you really pulling the jealousy card right now?”
“I don’t like him.”
“He’s my loan shark, Beckham. You’re not supposed to like him.”
He looked over at me for a moment before glancing back to the street ahead.
“And I don’t trust him, either.”
I crossed my arms. “Trust has nothing to do with it, Beckham.”
All of a sudden my heart raced as I reached into my bag to grab my phone. “Wait. Wait. What if Gavin’s back from the trip, too?! What if Brent was going to tell him we were together?”
“He won’t,” Beckham muttered. For some reason, he sounded incredibly certain of that. And sure enough, I opened my phone to see no missed messages or calls from Gavin, at least so far.
I wanted to release a breath of relief, but I couldn’t. It felt choked up in my throat, my head beginning to pound as my hands continued to tremble. I tried to steady them, but it was no use.
What if all of this was a mistake? I slept with him again. I gave into temptation.. I gave in tohim. Brent saw us together. Nothing too inappropriate, but together while Gavin is out of state. He was acting different than he normally did. Was it all an act? Did he know about Beckham and me? He almost caught us together before. Why was he so concerned today? Empathetic, almost. But his eyes held another emotion, one I wasn’t familiar with. Was I missing something?
Panic spiraled.
Brent knows. He has to know now. He saw us together. He’s going to tell Gavin.
