16. Rosenna
Chapter sixteen
Rosenna
S tretching my limbs in bed, I turned to the other side with a soft moan of exhaustion. It wasn’t until I’d smelt that same hint of mahogany, leather and pure sex did my eyes pop open as my heart basically stopped.
I wasn’t home… No , I was in another bedroom. With the distinct rustic interior design and large windows, I knew exactly where I was.
Sitting up, I pulled the blanket to my chest.
What have I done?
I was supposed to stop. I was supposed to get away from this man. I was supposed to make up with Gavin.
I wasn ’ t supposed to give in to the temptation. I wasn ’ t supposed to give in to my nonmarital thoughts. I wasn ’ t supposed to give in to him .
What have I done?
Standing, I quickly grabbed my things as I heard the bathroom door open. With my heart racing in my chest, I frantically pulled on my clothes and saw Beckham in the mirror as he approached me in only a towel.
“Flower.”
I shook my head. “This was a mistake,” I whispered.
He tilted his head, almost as if he was confused why a married woman was panicking about having sex with another man.
“A what?”
The water from his hair dripped, trickling dangerously down his defined chest.
Keeping my composure, I narrowed my eyes at his face. “A mistake, Beckham! I should have never gotten involved with you. I had a moment of weakness, but I shouldn’t have acted on it.”
He remained silent as I turned, continuing to search for my belongings. However, the look in his eyes changed.
“Did you feel the same after the charity event?”
I paused for a moment, memories of his father’s dinner flooding my mind.
He shook his head. “Flower… nothing about last night was a mistake.”
“Beckham. I am a married woman. I can’t keep doing these kinds of things, and neither should you. I’m sorry I dumped all of my baggage on you last night, but it should have ended at that. We went too far.”
I grabbed my keys and breathed heavily as he approached me once again, towering over me as he always did. Putting my hand out, I stopped him before he could get too close and shook my head.
“You can pull out of the contract, and I’ll figure something else out… just, please. Please, Beckham,” I said desperately.
He didn’t say anything. Eventually, he stepped aside, and I took that as my chance to get the hell out of there.
As I exited the building, my breaths grew labored as I could feel my heart practically beating out of my chest. Entering my car, I began speeding my way home as panic continued to consume me.
My phone rang. I looked over to see a FaceTime call from Kira.
I answered and saw she was sitting at her desk.
“Hey, Rose, you’re usually here a little earlier, and you didn’t reply to my texts. Is everything okay?”
“Kira… I need to get this off of my chest and tell someone. I need a judgment-free response from you as well as help with where to go from here,” I said as I gave her a quick glance through the phone before going back to the road.
“I’m all ears.”
“Gavin and I got into another huge typical argument, and instead of making a rational decision, I went to Beckham’s studio, and we—” I started, my words dying on my tongue as Kira’s eyes widened.
“You guys had sex.”
I swallowed hard, gripping the wheel. “Yes, but it should have never happened, and I regret it! Now I feel so guilty about what I’ve done to my relationship with Gavin.”
There was a heavy beat of silence. “Oh wow…” She exhaled, like she’d been holding her breath. “I need time to process this.”
“I told him I can’t do these kinds of things with him anymore, and if he wants, he can pull out of the contract. Kira, I don’t know what to do. I’m ruining my marriage with this man.”
“Sorry, Rose, still processing.”
I rolled my eyes, however, I almost swerved the car another call came through—this time from the father of the man who had been consuming me.
“Kira, I gotta go,” I said.
I ended the call with her as I answered Vincent’s, putting it on speaker.
“Mr. Garcia, how are you?” I said into the phone with a forced smile.
“I’m doing well, Rosenna. Just wanted to check in on how things are going with you and Beckham.”
“Everything is going great!” Except for the fact that I cheated on my husband with him, and he doesn’t seem to understand the severity of that decision.
“Glad to hear that. That reminds me, I’d like to invite you to a small brunch I’m hosting for a few of my colleagues at my home later this week.”
I gulped softly. “Oh, um… now is probably not the best time, Mr. Garcia,” I sputtered, trying to get myself out of this predicament.
He tsked like a disappointed father. “Darling, you simply must be there. I am interested in showcasing you and your gallery to some potential investors who would be interested in funding your business.”
I bit my lip.
“Mr. Garcia—” I began.
“Rosenna… You and I both know I don’t like being told no.”
Oh. Well, neither does Beckham. Like father, like son, I suppose…
He continued, “I have a meeting to get to in a short while, and I simply have no time to find other means of persuading you to come. I will send Kira the details… and I will see you there, Rosenna.”
I sighed, quiet but heavy. “Of course, Vincent. Looking forward to it.”
“Excellent, my darling. We’ll keep in touch.”
He ended the call, and I made the rest of the journey home. Fortunately Gavin’s car had gone when I arrived—he must’ve gone to work. At least I wouldn’t need to face up to him yet, after what happened last night.
I trudged my way inside as I decided a nice long shower would be best to have.
Going upstairs, I entered our room, and I noticed the bed was made. There was also no sign of Gavin. Hopping in the shower, I stood under the running water as I washed my hair.
As much as I wanted to block them out, last night’s events replayed in my mind.
You’re mine now, little flower.
I was losing myself in this man, and although I’ve made plenty of mistakes with him, last night was too far. I could still feel his hands on my hips, his lips on mine, his tongue on my neck… It was almost too much to bear, even for right now.
It had to be just sex for him. It had to be … yet the way he treated me as if he was possessive or obsessive over me made me think otherwise. If it was just sex, would he make it his goal to remind me how much I needed a man who would treat me better, understand me, and cherish me ? I wasn’t quite sure.
After twenty minutes, I stepped from the shower, enrobed myself in a towel and looked at myself in the mirror. For as much as I felt terrible and guilty inside… for the first time in a few months, I also felt pretty, desirable… cherished .
It could be the fungus known as Beckham infecting my brain with his charm, compliments, and mannerisms… but I didn’t know. I just know I looked and felt different… no matter how guilty my heart felt for the sins I’d committed.
Subconsciously, my hand ran over my stomach. Don ’ t even get me started on the number of times he came in me. I could only thank my IUD that Gavin suggested I get years ago to be safe. But let me explain that to Nancy and it will still be my fault somehow for not wanting the baby.
He… we didn’t even think of the consequences of not using protection. Judging by the feral way Beckham forced his cum into me… part of me was afraid he would’ve liked that.
Finishing up my routine, I blow-dried my hair, straightened it, and went into my closet to find an outfit. Deciding on a blue silk cowl cami, khaki slim pants, and a pair of heels, I got dressed, desperately trying to ignore the soreness between my thighs, and began putting on my earrings as I walked over to fix my purse.
I grabbed my phone only to find I had ten missed calls from Kira as well as a few messages from her as well. I ignored the four calls from Beckham as well as the messages he’d sent. Gavin had also called me once, but it didn’t faze me.
I called Kira back. But it went straight to voicemail, so I quickly opened her messages.
Kira
Where are you?!
You need to be here now!
Clash of Clans!! Clash of Clans!!
Twilight!! Edward, Jacob, Bella!!
I furrowed my eyebrows. What was she talking about?
I quickly grabbed my things and rushed over to the gallery. On the drive, I called again and again, hoping to understand what she was in a flap about—but each and every time I hit voicemail.
What the hell was she on about?
I arrived in record time, sped inside, and quickly looked around for Kira. I ascended the steps quickly, and when I reached the top, I had to stop in my tracks. I was ready to vomit. I felt sick to my stomach as my heart began racing once again.
No.
No, no, no.
Two men, most likely hearing my footsteps, turned around from the painting they were discussing and looked over to me as I stared like a deer in headlights.
There stood Beckham and Gavin, chatting away as if they were the best of friends… the day after I had a fight with one and an affair with the other.
I was about to pass out.
I couldn’t feel my hands. They went numb, and my legs began to tremble, my feet feeling wobbly all of a sudden in these heels. Was the room spinning or was that just in my imagination?
They both gave me a smile… both of which held significantly different underlying meanings. Gavin’s smile looked as though it was apologetic and heartfelt… his signature smile when he knew he messed up and wanted me to forgive him.
Beckham’s smile… scared me . It was as if he knew he had the upper hand in our newly found throuple or sinful love triangle. He smiled a dark, sly, conniving smile, one that almost had my knees buckling as he basically told me with just his eyes the same thing he whispered to me last night.
You’re mine now, little flower.
I wanted to run far away, but I reluctantly found myself putting a smile on my face as Gavin beckoned me over with a small wave. Beckham’s eyes simultaneously traveled all over my body as he bit his lip, causing me to gulp softly.
Someone, please, kill me now.