I bit my lip as I let him place the bills on the table before he stood up and came over to my seat. He placed a kiss on my cheek and pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“I’ll be home soon,” he promised.
I bid him goodbye as he quickly rushed out of the building. Turning back to the table, I took another sip of wine as I silently thanked Brent for cutting the night short. However—
Feeling a presence behind me, I bit my lip as Beckham trailed his finger over the cheek that Gavin had kissed. I was sure he heard everything as he wasn’t too far away, and I could tell he wasn’t at all pleased… With Gavin’s kiss on my cheek or the words he said to me, I wasn’t quite sure.
The server walked over and seemed to have recognized Beckham, as they didn’t spare me a glance. Beckham handed the man his black card, and I stared down at the five hundred dollars Gavin had left for me.
Thinking of his question brought a sense of rage to me. His way of fixing us was to bring a baby into the picture—a baby he didn’t want, a baby he belittled me for wanting, a baby that would only push us further apart as I again had to compromise a part of myself to satisfy him. I almost wanted to cry.
As if sensing it, Beckham rubbed my shoulder comfortingly.
Tears pooled in my eyes as I spoke just above a whisper.
“Make me forget… Fuck me. Use me. Own me…please.”
Beckham didn’t say anything. For a moment, I thought he might deny me.
Then, feeling his hand wrap my hair in a fist, he pulled my head back abruptly, and I looked directly at him as my mind buzzed in the way he always made it.
With a possessive and dominating look in his eyes, he uttered the words that ultimately gave me peace at that moment.
“With pleasure.”
Chapter thirty-one
Rosenna
Steppingintothelivingroom, I toyed with the buttons on Beckham’s dress shirt as he sat at his art station, portraying his visions with ease from pencil to paper. I stopped by the wine cart before I grabbed a bottle and two glasses, making my way over to him. How I could walk straight after the last few hours and my quick hour nap was a mystery in itself to me.
Setting it on the far side of the desk, he lifted his eyes curiously as I poured us both a glass of his 1996 Vintage Dom Pérignon. It may have cost upwards of thirty grand, but I don’t think the billionaire’s non-materialistic son cared much. Not when his eyes were watching my movements the entire time, absolute hunger in them as if he hadn’tbrokenme only a few hours ago.
Walking over to him, he leaned back silently, grabbing his glass from my hand before rubbing his thigh, anticipating me to sit on it. Agreeing with his unspoken idea, I took a seat, getting comfortable against him as he shamelessly held his hand against my ass cheek like he owned it. I took a small sip of the wine as he eyed me silently.
“You sure know your wine, Flower,” he muttered, and I smiled softly, tilting my glass toward him. His lips sensually wrapped around it, his eyes remaining locked on me as he sipped.
“I think should be the one saying that to you…” I giggled lightly.
His lip twitched up, wanting to go into a grin.
“It was a gift from my father…” he began, “when my mother passed.”
I almost choked the wine as he soothed my back, unfazed. I looked at him incredulously as he let me pour out the wine like I wasn’t a sacred gift without saying a word.
“That bottle alongside the other nineteen he has stored away for me in his wine cellar.”
I narrowed my eyes at him as he wrapped his arms around me fully, before placing a small kiss on my neck.
“Not funny.”
Beckham hummed against my skin, his lips lingering just below my jaw as if my irritation amused him. “Didn’t say it was.” His breath was warm against my neck.
Finishing the last sip, I placed the glass next to his untouched one, the liquid making me feel warm and light as I nuzzled into him.
“She was a lot like you…” he began, and I looked up at him as he continued, staring off into the room. “Stubborn, beautiful, determined… fought the cancer like it was nothing. For how long she fought, you would’ve thought she’d won, kicking its ass everyday she felt better, damning the tumor to hell.”
I smiled softly. “She did win. Especially with a son like you.”
