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Apologies for slipping out early without a goodbye, but I have an early meeting and needed to run home before work. Take your time coming in to the office. Just know I woke with a smile on my face.
XO,
Beckham
I smile, a warmth spreading through my body as I recall last night. The way he held me, the way he looked at me like he was trying to memorize every facet of my being. I grab the pillow he slept on and inhale the slight, lingering scent of him.
I slide out of bed and grab my robe, heading to my kitchen for coffee with phone in hand. I slide it open to my group chat that has several messages as I wait for the coffee to brew.
“What the hell?” I mutter as I see exclamation points and out of context comments from my friends that don’t make any sense.
Sylvia: Looks like some serious tea you need to spill, Miss Spencer!
Taylor: Damn, to be a fly on the wall in that restaurant.
I scroll up to find what they’re referring to. It’s an article Taylor sent, dated just one day ago with a headline that makes my heart plummet, accompanied by a picture of Beckham and Venus at dinner.
Financial Billionaire Beckham Archer and Socialite Venus Davenport Make a Splash at Heated Dinner!
Chapter 16
Beckham
Holding Brontë in my arms last night felt like a dream, one I didn’t want to wake up from but one I knew I had to because it’s not real.
Hearing her refer to herself as my midlife crisis physically hurt last night. I know it’s my fault; I’ve led her to believe that’s all she is to me and truthfully, I don’t plan on convincing her otherwise.
Apart from the obvious reason that we’re risking so much being together, I know that she deserves more. She deserves a man her age who can give her a happily ever after. She deserves someone whom she doesn’t have to explain or hide.
I lean back in my chair after finishing up my meeting with my executives when Brontë opens my office door and steps inside, closing it behind her.
“Good morning.” I smile but she doesn’t respond; she just walks slowly toward my desk.
She has a sheepish look on her face, but my gaze doesn’t linger there. No, I’m too focused on her tits that are practically spilling out of her shirt. She’s left three buttons undone, a red lace bra peeking through. It matches the bright-red pencil skirt she’s wearing that hugs her full hips tightly.
“Do you have a few minutes, sir?” Her tone is breathy.
“I do. What can I help you with, Miss Spencer?”
She reaches my desk, placing her fingertips on the surface.
“We have a problem, sir.”
“We do?”
“Mm-hmm.” It almost sounds like a moan the way she says it. She reaches up, removing the clip that’s holding her hair on her head, and it tumbles in loose waves down her shoulders. She shakes it out seductively and I feel myself twitch against my leg.
“You see, last night was good, wonderful, but I didn’t get my fill.” She drags her finger down between her breasts and back up again, my eyes following the movements.
“Is that right?”
“You were sweet and tender, so attentive to my needs, but I think—” She reaches for a button and pops it open. “I need a little reminder about how powerful you are.” She bites her bottom lip as she pops open another button.
My fingers dig into my armrests, preventing me from diving across this desk and ripping another blouse from her body. But I like this game. I don’t know where it’s coming from, but I’ll gladly play.
“Of course you do, sweetheart.” I lean back in my chair, attempting to remain calm and casual. “You do like it filthy, don’t you?”
She nods her head.
