6. Rosenna
Chapter six
Rosenna
K ira sat in my office as I tried my best to fill out my paperwork. She had been silent ever since she brought me my coffee, and I didn’t know why. It had been one day since my session with Beckham and for someone harboring the possibility of being the reason their business or marriage will fail, I felt relatively fine—but of course, Kira could see right through the facade.
“Something’s wrong,” she said out of nowhere.
“Kira, do you not have work to do?” I asked.
She held her hand up. “No... no, that’s not it.”
I rolled my eyes. Thankfully, her phone rang, causing her to stand and pace.
“Why hello, Richard… Yes, of course, we are still interested!” She happily glanced over to me, but I was in no mood to celebrate. “I’ll let her know right away and schedule another meeting with you sometime soon.” She ended the call and gave me a look. “Care to explain why we just gained Beckham Garcia as a client when we were crying about losing him only a few days ago…? And why do you look so guilty? Did you suck his dick?!”
I quickly stood up and closed my office door as I glared at her.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I seethed.
She crossed her arms. “Rose. What did you do? If you slept with him, that’s fine by me. Just let me get the divorce papers together so we can kick Gaslight Gavin to the curb.”
“Kira. Please, I did not have sex with the man.”
She furrowed her eyebrows.
“Then what did you do?”
I let out a breath.
“…I let him paint a portrait of me… naked, but it was only my back and hair! He had me covered up with a knit blanket and took a few pictures of me, too,” I said. “And he said it would just be one, but now he’s saying he wants more, and I didn’t even tell Gavin.”
“That... is so fucking hot,” Kira whispered.
I rolled my eyes. “Kira, please. Be an adult for once, and help me think.”
“Oh, I’m gonna be an adult, all right. You’re telling me that an artist billionaire is blackmailing you into posing nude for him, and we’re just supposed to act like this isn’t a gift from God?”
I groaned heavily as I placed my face in my hands defeated. “I’m never gonna get out of this.”
“You better not! Could you imagine what he’s doing with those photos by himself? He didn’t just take them to store them, you know.”
My cheeks grew red as I lowered my hands. “He’s not doing anything with them, Kira.”
She threw her hands up in surrender. “I give up. The obvious signs point to him wanting to go feral on you, but I’m going to let you battle your delusions and come to a real conclusion by yourself.”
I shook my head as she sauntered out of the room.
Lying in the tub, I read my erotic novel silently.
Gavin had let me know he was coming home late. For the week I had, I decided treating myself to another relaxing bath was only necessary.
Turning the page, I couldn’t help but think back to what Kira said. Could he really be doing something else with the photos …? For everything that had happened so far, I couldn’t really put it past the man, now could I?
“Dress comfortably, my little flower… it’s not like it’ll matter too much anyway.”
“I’m not done with you yet.”
“Strip.”
“You need to take off your fucking clothes and strip down bare.”
“And I’m telling you that I’m. Not. Fucking. Done. With. You.”
I didn’t understand what this man did to me. The bath was supposed to be relaxing. The novel in my hand was supposed to be a distraction. The scented candles were supposed to soothe me.
One second, I was enjoying my book, basking in the aroma of the lavender-scented bathroom… The next thing I knew, my book lay on the bathroom floor… completely and utterly forgotten.
My hand covered my mouth as I leaned on the side of the tub with tears in my eyes as I fucked my pussy with two fingers. I imagined him fucking me as if he’d been waiting for months, pounding my pussy as he used me to please himself.
“Beckham... f-fuck,” I cried as I imagined him overstimulating me, using my body for his own needs. Taking in my scent, giving me that possessive gaze in his eyes that reminded me how much he wanted me, how much he needed me.
I’m telling you that I’m. Not. Fucking. Done. With. You.
“Oh shit. Oh shit, please, please, please,” I begged as I went faster, my fingers working furiously between my thighs, rubbing my clit as I tried to cover my moans with my hand.
I want to see you fucking cum, Flower. I want to see you fucking twitch and beg for more.
It felt so good. Actual sobs escaped my chest, and remembering him smiling and laughing at the misery he was going to cause me only made me go faster.
It was absolutely humiliating, but I wanted more. I wanted to cry while he smiled at my pain. I wanted to cum as he held me down, restricting me from moving. I wanted to beg him to use me in any way he wanted.
You don’t get to make choices anymore.
I arched into my own touch, sobbing out his name.
“Beckham... oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum… please, please,” I whimpered and felt my body jolt as I imagined him pinning me down, hand wrapped around my neck, choking me. My hips jerked as I chased the feeling, the deep fantasy that made me feel alive.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I sobbed as I kept going, his words ringing in my head.
I’m not done with you yet.
I kept going, stimulating my clit and hole until I physically had to stop myself. My face was soaked with tears and my legs shook as I did my best to calm down. I leaned on the tub as I tried to catch my breath, still needing more from him, feeling sated for the moment but feeling hungry for something more.
… That’s a good fucking girl, Flower.
After my bath, I put on a silk nightgown, my skin still flushed, still tingling as I heard the bedroom door open. Gavin entered the room as I applied my lotion.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he greeted as he placed a kiss on my lips.
I returned the gesture as guilt started building in my stomach.
I just moaned another man’s name and fantasized about being used in the bathtub… and now I was loving on my husband as if it had never happened.
Is this considered cheating? Still, it felt so wrong. Wrong that I had these thoughts when my husband was out working. I would ask Kira for advice, but what would that get me…? She already urged that I should act on all of my impulses, and she would be the worst to give advice in a time like this.
“Hi, Gav. How was work?”
He shrugged. “Same old, same old… I was thinking you and I could go for a walk and catch a bite to eat on our lunch break tomorrow. Been a while since we had time to ourselves.”
I let out a genuine smile, my mind trying to remain calm under this pressure.
“Sounds like fun.”
He nodded and took off his shirt before entering the bathroom.
As I combed my hair, I noticed my phone buzzing slightly, and then it stopped. Picking it up, heat rose to my face as I saw it was a message from Beckham.
Beckham
Are you happy that you landed me as a client? My father ’ s associate told me Kira was happy.
I felt a mix of irritation and pure lust in my mind as I tried to block out my “self care” session in the tub.
How can I help you, Beckham? I ’ m busy spending time with my husband.
A lie. Something to say out of spite as I felt the internal guilt grow.
Hmmm… is that so?
Well, my little flower… you can get back to what you were doing, but I’m simply giving you a reminder that we’ll be having another session soon.
Tell me what time works for you next week.
Beckham. No. It was a one-time thing. You can’t use this against me. I already kept it from my husband.
Rosenna. What did I tell you when you were here?
The memories flooded in. His words from that night echoed in my mind as I swallowed hard.
Beckham, please.
You really want to piss me off.
What the fuck did I tell you, Rosenna?
I hesitated before responding.
Y ou ’ re n ot done with me yet.
Exactly.
I thought about giving you some time to yourself for a while, but now I want to see you tomorrow. You better be here by five PM.
Running my hand through my hair as my stomach twisted in a knot, I sighed.
Beckham…
I’ll see you tomorrow, Flower.
It was the next day, and after finishing up my paperwork for the morning, I stood up and grabbed my bag to make my way to the door to meet Gavin for lunch.
“Hi, Gavin, what can I do for you?” I heard Kira say by the main desk.
“I have a lunch date with Rosenna this afternoon. I’m here to pick her up,” he muttered.
I could definitely tell the tensions were high between them.
“Huh, I was unaware… as you know, she’s very busy. Let me just take a look at her schedule,” Kira said, pulling out her phone. “Hmm, no availability today… I could squeeze you in for June of next year if you’d like? But only if you book now.”
“Kira,” he said, growing irritated.
I decided to intervene.
“Kira, what are you doing?” I asked.
She looked over at me as she smiled. “Well, would you look at that? Something just opened up right now… Dreams really do come true, hmm? Nightmares too…”
“Be nice, Kira,” I said, hiding my smile, and she waved us goodbye.
“I’m always nice. Have a good lunch break, guys!” She beamed, but as Gavin turned away, her smile dropped immediately.
I had to roll my eyes as I smiled myself. Kira obviously had a dislike for Gavin simply because I would trauma dump on her at times when things got a bit rough. As much as I reprimanded her for her behavior towards him, I had to admit, having a good laugh here and there was good.
Making small talk as we strolled through the cozy neighborhood, we decided to walk to a nearby cafe. However, someone spoke to us from their car, causing us to stop mid-conversation and mid-walk.
“Rosenna, how are you, darling?”
The voice that interrupted our casual stroll froze me in place. I turned my head slowly, my eyes widening slightly as I locked onto Vincent Garcia.
It’s not everyday you’re in the presence of a billionaire who remarkably remembers your name.
How are you?
The truth? Your son is blackmailing me, and I subconsciously find it alluring…
“All is well, Mr. Garcia,” I responded, forcing my voice into smooth professionalism, even as my heart picked up speed the longer Gavin stayed silent beside me. “What brings you into town?”
Vincent’s smile widened. “Well, I wanted to congratulate you formally. I know Beckham can be quite the handful given his temperament and indecision. Glad you were able to make him come around and accept the offer.”
I nodded gratefully, however… I had a hard time focusing as Gavin remained dangerously silent as he watched our interaction.
And although Mr. Garcia may have put a smile on my face for the moment, I knew it would be only a matter of time until it was gone.