“Beckham...”
“Tell me to stop…”
My hand tightened on his wrist as my heart raced. For some obviously fucked up reason, I actually found his possessiveness both frightening and extremely alluring.
It was alluring for obvious reasons, but once again, I had to reiterate how he absolutely terrified me. The way he looked at me, spoke to me, touched me… It was almost as if he would never stop until I was completely his, regardless of the consequences.
“Tell me to stay away. Go on…”
I threw my head back as his hand went farther up my thigh. I could feel him smiling sadistically against my neck, and I let out a defeated sigh as he pulled away and placed a kiss on my lips.
This was all my fault.All along, Beckham was only the facilitator of my sins. I was the one who lacked the willpower to stop myself from acting on them. What started off with blackmail had turned into something neither of us can control.
The sin-filled relationship we had was going to tear me apart just as he wanted—and that same masochistic part of me wanted to welcome my impending demise with open arms.
The following day, I wrapped up a meeting with Beckham and his father’s associates, managers, and marketing team. Since Gavin was coming home today, I packed my belongings from Beckham’s studio this morning after spending the night with him again.
He seemed to be anything but pleased.
During the meeting, it looked as though he was giving me the cold shoulder. As much as I appreciated him not undressing me with his eyes, watching him essentially ignore me for the entire meeting was different.
I would never openly admit that I was comfortable or liked being the center of his attention, but after spending almost a week with him cherishing and pampering me while my neglectful husband was in another state, I was definitely feeling the effects of being ignored.
Especially as he walked out alongside his father’s associates without sparing me a glance. Maybe it was reality sinking in… that our fairytale of a week was over, as Gavin would be coming home soon. Regardless of whatever it was, I myself needed a reality check as well. I needed to let go of this temptation, this desire… this craving for a man who solely focused on his wants or, rather,his needs,without understanding the consequences of his actions.
Doing my best to ignore those thoughts, I return Kira’s bright smile as she entered my office. “Things are finally starting to look up from here, Rose.”
“They sure are.”
“We just need to make sure we keep both of our sugar daddies happy for the exposition to be successful.”
I sighed at her crude and colorful language. “Can you please stop referring to Vincent Garcia and his son as our sugar daddies?”
Kira gave a shrug as she opened an envelope on my desk and read through it, as she usually did when I received mail.
“On another note, I know someone else we’ve been keeping pretty happy. Looks like ourinvoluntarysugar daddy just cashed his recent check of forty grand toward the loans.”
I bit the inside of my cheek as I ignored her statement.
I could almost guarantee now that yesterday’s events with Brent’s rather interesting mannerisms must’ve all been in my head. Maybe he was only being so nice, empathetic, and understanding so he could cash his next check without any issues.
But Kira had noticed my shift in mood. She looked up from the mail. “Did something happen?”
I sighed as I shook my head. “I brought Beckham over to the property I told you about to have a look inside, and as I was taking a breather outside, I ran into Brent.”
“But he was supposed to be out of town with Gavin,” Kira said, furrowing her eyebrows.
“And yet he met me at the bottom of the museum steps where he and Beckham had some weird face-off.”
“Daddy Picasso is getting territorial now? It’s unlike him to let his possessiveness show so much.”
I narrowed my eyes at Kira, and she raised her hands in defense.
“The whole encounter was just… odd, you know? Brent started off nice and platonic, but he was being awfullyfriendly. Maybe even more than that…” I muttered, then shook my head before I could let my thoughts go any further. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but Beckham immediately told me he didn’t like or trust him either.”
Kira pondered for a moment. “And you think it’s justified to side with the man trying to pry you away from your husband?”
“Be that as it may, he’s always told me the truth about his intentions. I have no idea what to expect with the duo of my narcissistic husband and my loan shark, who has all of a sudden tried to play the caring friend card. At least with Beckham, I know where I stand.”
