My hands went numb and my breaths became more labored as my stomach twisted. Beckham took my chin firmly in his hand as he forced me to look at him.
“Stop. Don’t panic,” he ordered, and I breathed in deeply as my hands still shook.
The phone buzzed in my lap, and my eyes quickly darted to it, then back to Beckham’s eyes. He reluctantly let go of my chin and picked up my phone. He paused for a second to read, then handed the phone back to me, shifted the car into drive and set off.
Staring straight ahead, he growled, “Gavin just wanted to check-in. Says he’ll be coming home tomorrow.”
Chapter twenty-eight
Rosenna
Gavin
Just wanted to check in, Rose. I’ll be home tomorrow night.
All right, Gav. I miss you.
I remained silent as I gazed down at the message I’d sent, reading it to myself over and over again. I felt like a hypocrite. I should miss my husband. I should want him to come home. But I didn’t.
Now, my heart was practically racing as a million possible scenarios occurred in my mind. Although they were all slightly different, they all ended with me being caught with Beckham. With the potential threat of Brent exposing us, I was absolutely beside myself.
Maybe that’s what I deserved. I did this to myself. I ruined the sanctity of my marriage. I gave in to the temptation. I should be ready for the consequences. Or rather, I should be expecting them sometime soon.
It’s not like I could have let this go on forever. At some point, we would inevitably be caught. And if not, I hope I would have some sort of morality left in me to try to fix things with the man I supposedly loved.
Flinching as my door was ripped open beside me, I glanced around to see we were back at Beckham’s studio. Looking forward, I remained silent as he leaned down.
Maybe the threat of my husband returning soon made him want toruinme a little while longer. Maybe he wanted to break me and put me back together one last time before I returned home. Who knows?
Maybe while we’re engaging in sinful acts throughout the night, Brent will let Gavin know his wife is with another man while he’s been away, and we’ll be caught in the morning.
“Rosenna...” Beckham filled the silence.
My eyes closed out of reflex to his dark tempting voice. My thighs tightened. However, I did my best to ignore it. In the midst of my crisis… in the midst of my panic, once again, all I could think about was my growing and aching need forhim.
Taking in a shaky breath, I stared ahead. “Beckham. I need to go home.”
He tilted his head, his expression mixed with both false concern, confusion, and twisted amusement.
“Are you sure you can’t just stay fordinner? Maybe I’ll run us anotherbath?” he suggested, leaning down, and I felt my heart rate quicken as he did. His tone… it was alarming, to say the very least.
It practically mocked me as he coaxed me before in the same manner, and those same activities led us to the same predicament that he wanted me to be in.
I shook my head. “My husband is coming home tomorrow,” I reminded both him and myself, as my nausea continued to surface.
“We still have today.” His voice was dark, warm, inviting…dangerous.
“Beckham, please.” I whispered. But I recalled the same position we were in only a few weeks ago. I couldn’t say no then, and he knew I still couldn’t now.
He hummed after a moment and I flinched once again as his hand landed on my thigh. Almost as if I was trying to get away from him, I found myself pushing back into my seat as I gulped, doing my best to put some distance between us.
“And when he comes back… are we supposed to just act like nothing happened these last few days?”
I spoke sharply. “That is exactly what we need to do.”
His gaze seemed to darken. Beckham was not exactly a fan of letting me go. And because he was impulsive, rash, and selfish, his hand only tightened as he leaned down to my neck. I reached out, catching his wrist in my hand.
I held back the sound rising in my throat as his lips met my collarbone.
