We need to be touched and to touch, to feel and to be felt. Otherwise, we are locked up inside our skins forever.
- John Cassavetes
Rosenna's POV
My mind raced as I stood in the bathroom fixing my hair for my dinner night out with Gavin. Guilt was building in the depths of my stomach, and I could feel an overall sense of shame looming over me.
I wish Beckham were just a fling. I wish Gavin were more understanding and forgiving. I wish I hadn't let my external problems guide my rationale or cloud my judgment.
Because now.. I was getting dressed for a date night with my husband when all I could think about was Beckham's hands. His eyes. His dominance. His sick.. sadistic smile. It was all I could think about. I almost couldn't even sleep in our bed. Not when all I could think about during the night was him using me.. not when he'd gotten his wish of plaguing my mind and essentially ruining me for my husband.
Just looking towards the bedroom caused my skin to go hot as I rubbed my neck nervously, almost feeling his hands on my waist. God, he's overtaking my entire mind. I could literally cry. Looking away from the bed, I turned the light off in the bathroom and approached the mirror as I went to put on my necklace.
" Strip. "
The word felt like a haunted whisper.. a word that sent chills down my spine as I closed my eyes to rid myself of his presence in my mind.
" I need you to remember that you belong to me.. "
" Do you love him enough to say no to me.. "
" Say you'll leave him. "
I was going to absolutely lose it.
Feeling a hand on my exposed shoulder, I flinched slightly and looked in the mirror to see Gavin standing behind me. Clearing my throat, I watched him chuckle as he ran his thumb over my skin.
" Spaced out a bit there, huh? " He said with a smile, and only then did I notice my hands still held the necklace that I was supposed to be putting on. However, I had sat motionless in front of the mirror as I was lost in my thoughts.
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