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...
The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.
- Unknown
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Rosenna's POV
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"Rosie, sweetie, it's good to see you." My father smiled, and I forced a grin as I spoke.
"Same here... I didn't expect you both to actually show." I muttered, even though I knew good and well that wasn't the case; however, openly admitting I didn't want to see my parents wouldn't do me any good.
"Well we needed to see what all the fuss was about in the newspapers and online articles, so I'd thought it was about time your mother and I stopped by." He responded and I nodded silently as I tried to remain calm and not crack under his gaze that looked warm on the surface but was actually scrutinizing me.
He didn't seem too enthusiastic being in one of my buildings, though I wouldn't have expected more from the man who showed a lack of enthusiasm in anything I did that didn't specifically align with what he wanted.
"I'm glad you both could stop by then," I said, hinting that this encounter wouldn't be too long for my sake, and as always, my father didn't take the hint. Placing his hands in his pockets, he gazed around the hall as he looked over to many of the showrooms.
"Aren't you going to give us a tour?" He asked. My mother and I shared a quick glance before I quickly nodded my head, taking the lead as I walked ahead.
"Of course, follow me."
It was still a bit early and the full house we were expecting would be coming later than we initially anticipated. And at this moment, I couldn't really decipher whether or not I was happy with that fact given my current situation now.
"You haven't been answering my calls." My father spoke as we approached one of the abstract art showrooms, and I gave a nonchalant shrug as I avoided making eye contact with him
"I've been busy." I responded and he nodded. I stopped by my mother as he placed he crossed his arms, looking around at Beckham's paintings.
"I bet you have. Seems like your new client is giving you a run for your money with how expensive he's charging for each art piece." He uttered almost dismissively, and I said nothing, not wanting to drag the conversation on Beckham for much longer.
