DISCRETION SERIES - Stand Alone - BOOK #6
"O-one portrait," I whispered, and he replied.
"That's all I want, Rose." He said, sounding very sensual, and I gulped softly as I rubbed the back of my neck.
"I-I guess I c-could," I replied, and he let out...
Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.
– Paulo Coelho
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Rosenna's POV
Standing in the silence, my mind replayed his words over and over and over.
The only thing I want, flower, is you.
The only thing I want, flower, is you.
The only thing I want, flower, is you-
I'm not capable of love.
" Beckham.. " I whispered, tears springing to my eyes as he placed the keys in my palm, still caressing my face with his other hand.
" You don't know what it's been like. To live a life with no emotions. To not feel when I was sad. To not understand how others could be happy... to not understand how to grieve when my mother passed away. " He began as tears fell down my eyes as I held back a sob. His thumb wiped my tears as he continued.
" I painted you to understand you, flower. I wanted to know who you were and why you immediately had an effect on me the moment I laid eyes on you. You've done something to me, Rosenna. Something I can't explain. I've been trying to figure out why I've been more agitated, why seeing you all of a sudden brings the best out of me, why my heart aches when you're away. It's because you made me finally able to feel. You made me feel possessive, angry, happy, sad. You made me want to hold onto those emotions so I can bring out the best in you. I didn't know what to live for before, and my art was a way to cope with that, but now? Now, I find myself only wanting or caring to live for you. "
He spoke, and I couldn't help the sobs that escaped my chest. What could I even say? I wanted to run into his embrace, accept all that he'd given me, and live the life I wanted with the man I grew to love. But what was stopping me? Why couldn't I find it in me to respond to him in a way that would show how much I cared for him?
He was breaking the cycle. He was making me face the reality. I could no longer live behind the excuse of being blackmailed or coerced into our sessions. He didn't have to tell me he was giving me an ultimatum. I knew it myself before I even stepped foot in here. Him or Gavin.
Why was I even debating this choice? Why couldn't I let go of my emotionally abusive husband? I fell out of love with him, right? I was ready to move on with my life, right? I was ready to break the twisted cycle that led me to Beckham for the last few months... right? RIGHT?!!!
As I looked up into his eyes shamefully, my insecurities guided my next words. " Beckham... I-I can't, " I whispered, and he immediately furrowed his eyebrows. His anger looked to be growing. However, he composed himself as he spoke.
