24. Rosenna
Chapter twenty-four
Rosenna
M y eyes opened gently as they adjusted to the light shining into the bedroom. I did my best to sit up, but I felt an overwhelming feeling of being tired and weighed down. Having an arm wrapped around me tightly, preventing me from moving, didn’t quite help.
Glancing over my shoulder, I could see Beckham comfortably spooning me, our legs entangled with one another. Slowly but surely, I also began feeling the soreness between my legs and the tenderness of my chest and hips.
I bit my lip as I soon felt kisses on my shoulder, and his arm pulled me closer.
“Flower.”
I closed my eyes as his raspy morning voice did more to me than it should’ve.
“Good morning…” I whispered.
He hummed as he ran his hand over my stomach. “I hope last night wasn’t another mistake like last time.”
I sighed as I sat up, slowly pushing my hair out of my face as I looked down at my attire. At some point last night, I seemed to have changed into an oversized tee and a pair of boy shorts.
“It’s always a mistake with you, Beckham.”
He hummed, grabbing my arm and pulling me over to straddle his waist. I placed my hands on his chest, and he ran his own over my thighs. A small blush made its way up to my neck as he simply gazed at me.
“What’s on your agenda today?” he asked.
I shrugged softly. “Well, I was supposed to go to the gallery and help out a bit, but Kira probably won’t let me because she wants me to stay home and work. So naturally, I am going to defy her attempt to make me try to rest and run a few errands.”
“Would you be opposed to me tagging along?” he questioned, his hands inching higher up my thighs.
“I would assume you have more important things to do, Mr. Garcia.”
He sat up slowly, and a blush rose to my face as he pulled me flush against him. “Well, one of the most important things to do on my list, Flower, is you … But I’m assuming you’re a bit sore after last night.” He muttered, and I felt myself flinch as he intentionally moved his length against my aching core. “So all in all, I’m free for the day—that is, if you want me to accompany you.”
“I guess I could use the company… You can come.”
He pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.
“You could use the company … And what happened to putting some distance between us?” he teased as he placed a kiss on my neck.
I bit my lip. “What can I say? Everyone makes mistakes. ”
After getting dressed in a pair of jeans and a black ribbed V-neck long-sleeve, I sat before my vanity to do my hair. As I combed it, Beckham walked into the bedroom dressed for the day in an outfit I’d given him to wear after he showered.
It had been for Gavin’s birthday a few years ago, and I had gone out of my way to buy an outfit for almost four hundred dollars from one of his favorite stores.
In front of his friends and family, he said he loved it… but when I asked him a few months ago if he wanted to finally wear it, he practically tore me down, said he’d had no clue where he put it or if it had still fit. After finding it myself, I decided to store it somewhere in my closet. For memories, I guess? Couldn’t exactly return it at this point now, could I?
Beckham, however, looked absolutely perfect in it. He filled out the sweater nicely, and the pants seemed to fit just right.
A little too right.
He caught me staring in the mirror, and from the look in his eyes, I could tell he wasn’t too pleased with me kicking him into the guest bathroom. Nonetheless, he walked over to me and ran his hand along my back gently.
“I’m glad they fit…” I smiled softly.
He didn’t say anything, just continued watching me do my hair. Once I’d finished, he removed his hand from my back and held it out for me to take. I looked at his hand momentarily and gazed into his eyes as he waited patiently. Biting my lip, I slipped my hand in his, and he stood me up as he grabbed my phone, purse, and keys before walking me out of the room.
As I looked down at our intertwined hands and over to his other hand that held my belongings… I felt confused .
It was entirely wrong and sinful for me to be in my home, the one I share with my husband, holding hands with another man. A man who came to get me when I finished getting ready. A man who didn’t wait for me by the front door. A man who wouldn’t rush me. A man who grabbed my things for me and walked me downstairs.
He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t demanding.
Coming out of my thoughts, I noticed that we’d stopped, and my eyes widened as Beckham was on one knee, placing my foot in my black heel. A man who got on his knees to buckle my heels in and placed a kiss on my knee each time he ’ d finished with one.
When he finished the second shoe, I finally came out of my trance.
“Beckham, what are you doing?” I said, practically out of breath.
He grabbed my hand in his again and gazed down at me. Even at my height, he still managed to make me feel small under his intense gaze.
“What does it look like, Flower? I’m cherishing you,” he muttered as if that explained why I was being walked over to his car, why he helped me sit and placed my seatbelt on me before kissing my forehead. When he went over to the driver’s seat, I gulped softly as he placed the key in the ignition and his hand on my thigh.
Before driving off, I muttered, “Beckham… do you think we could keep our hands to ourselves… for the day?” Otherwise, I would be right back where we were last night.
His jaw ticked for a moment, and he removed his hand from my thigh, which immediately felt cold at the loss of his touch. I ignored it, however, as he drove to our first stop so I could get a bit of shopping done.
Once we’d arrived, he stepped out and opened the car door for me as I was pulling my seatbelt off. After stepping out, I felt his hand on my lower back as he guided me into the store.
“Beckham,” I said as I cautiously looked up at him, wondering what happened to my suggestion of keeping our hands to ourselves.
“Consider it a friendly gesture,” he muttered.
I sighed as I grabbed a cart, no longer in the mood to question him or his intentions.
For the next hour, he simply walked behind me, watching me shop for necessities and also a few non-necessities. He didn’t seem bored or tired with me either. He even seemed a bit interested in the things I would pick up.
When we were at the register, the cashier finished bagging, and as I fumbled in my purse, searching for my card, I felt Beckham hover over me as his chest met my back. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, and I blushed heavily as he tapped his black card on the card terminal.
The cashier looked at us and smiled. “What a lovely couple you two are.” She beamed.
I thought about correcting her, however, I remained silent as Beckham’s palm flattened over my stomach. Like the smug bastard he was, he push his hips into my ass, the imprint in his jeans pressing into me. A small blush came to my face as he remained calm.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he said nonchalantly.
I just gave her a grin as I pulled away from his poisonous hold that had me weak in the knees. Spending the day with him while Gavin was somewhere doing who knows what with his lawyer buddies and my loan shark was not going well for me.
Before I could grab the cart, he pushed it with one hand and placed his other one around my waist. As I walked out with him, I crossed my arms angrily as my blush ceased to leave my face.
“Beckham, stop it.”
He lifted an eyebrow as he opened his trunk with the key and placed the bags in the back without my assistance.
“Stop what, Flower?” he asked, feigning innocence.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Just stop! You know what you’re doing!” I seethed, trying not to be loud.
He smiled another one of his signature smiles. Knowing Beckham, I never truly trusted him when he did smile.
“I’m just being friendly, Flower. I didn’t want to ruin the older woman’s vision of us… and I only paid to be nice once again.”
He closed the trunk, and I bit my lip as he looked over at me. I didn’t trust him . Not when his smile said, “I’m only here to help,” and his eyes said, “I want to bend you over the hood of the car.”
Beckham was absolutely dangerous. He could get me to do anything he wanted… anytime at that. I was practically at his mercy due to the blackmail he had on me.
“What is it that you think you’re going to accomplish? Why are you prying after a married woman?” I whispered accusingly, as if I wasn’t the one who obeyed his every wish while feebly trying to remain faithful to Gavin.
“Oh, Flower… there’s a lot I can accomplish with you, but that’s simply for me to know and you to find out,” he muttered, walking over to the passenger side before he opened the door for me.
I reluctantly walked over. “Are you trying to charm me into thinking you’re a good person? I know your intentions aren’t pure.”
He leaned down, his face no longer holding his sinister smile. His eyes, now filled with lust, captured mine, and I felt powerless under his intense gaze.
“As a matter of fact, I am… It seems like fucking you into thinking I was a bad person worked well enough. ”
My eyes widened as he placed my seatbelt in place before closing the door, leaving me in utter shock.
I… I didn’t know what to think. I kept trying to convince myself that it was just sex for him. It had to be. It needs to be.
He entered the car and started the ignition as I looked over at him cautiously.
It needs to be just sex, because if it isn’t, then Beckham was working hard to take me from Gavin and to make me his entirely. And knowing him, he would succeed… because he always gets what he wants.
And what he wants right now… is me .