I never thought about it. Maybe mine is running away. Whenever I face chaos, I feel the need to escape. When things get tough, I have the urgency to run.
“Have you ever been abused?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “My parents never abused me. It was shocking when my mother learned her sister was neglectful and for awhile my mother kept us away from them. When I turned twenty, I reached out to Devious and he accepted me with open arms, but Aiden wouldn’t. Now, they are overprotective, so if a guy were to put his hands on me, then he would kill them. Like if anyone would try to harm you, Devious would kill them. He would have done it, anyway but now he wants you more than a pet. So yeah, girl, my cousin is into you.”
Her words sink in and the more I think about using his feelings against him, the more horrible I feel. It’s harder now because I have feelings for him. I care about him. “You up for a horror film? I never had a girl’s night out so I’m sorry if it’s turning out lame.”
My feelings are drowning me, and I need something to take my mind off the guilt.
“It’s not. I’m over thirty and live at home with my cat. So, this is the most fun I ever have these days.”
“Put it on Netflix. They are streaming the latest Michael Myers movies,” I tell her. She does what I say and the music in the beginning starts to play. I think I can be Marla’s friend. She runs her mouth, so I have to be careful of what I tell her, so she doesn’t go back and tell Devious. I can’t confide in her too much because she’s still loyal to her cousin, but I like her a lot. I’m thankful she’s not one of those women who love clubbing and getting drunk because it’s not fun. Going to the club getting drunk. Hell, Devious got a cabinet full of liquor if I want to drink myself into a coma.
We continue to watch the movie and her phone lights up and Devious’s name pops up. My heart dances with anticipation. She grabs it and reads it.
“Devious is asking are we okay. I told him he worries too much. He even had extra security tonight because he’s not home,” she exhales. “I’m giving you another warning. Please don’t break Devious’s heart. If you break his heart, you’ll break him.”
Devious
“REALLY? TWENTY THOUSAND FOR A painting with only a few lines. This is stupid,” Roselyn says, scrunching up her cute nose, resting her hands on her knees. We do weekly dates, every Friday and Saturday, so she doesn’t have to be stuck in the manor. I’m going to give her freedom and see what she does with it. I’ll doubt she’ll betray me again, but if she does, then I don’t know what I will do. A month has passed since I took her to Greece and I’m thinking about surprising her with another trip, to the Bahamas in the fall. I have another surprise for her tonight after this date.
“Welcome to the world of art,” I say, grabbing her hand, bringing it to my mouth, leaving light kisses on her palms.
Her cheeks turn red as she shakes her head. “If that’s all it takes for me to make money then I’ll can make a lot of money in no time. Have you ever had a sugar mama before?” she winks.
“You’re too young to be my sugar momma. It only works if you’re older.”
“I can be your sugar momma at any age. Way to crush a girl’s dream, Devious,” she says as we move on to the next piece of art. “Now this one is so sad.”
I glance at the picture of a woman stroking a dead child. “It is.”
I’m staring at her and her eyes glow like Christmas lights. I want to help her fulfill her dreams as a painter, but I don’t know how. I’m not sure yet. She’s so gorgeous with her hair pinned up in a ponytail and it’s my favorite hairstyle. It shows off her beautiful face. I stand behind her, rubbing my dick on her lower back.
Her eyes widen and a wicked smile displays on her face. “Behave.”
“How can I? You look so good in your dress. When we get home, I’ll tie you to the headboard and fuck you how I want.”
She bites her lip the same way she does when she is aroused. People are flooding the museum. A woman, wearing a white black and a pencil skirt, stares at us and Roselyn notices. She is one of the workers here and she’s been eyeing us ever since we arrived. She toward to us,pat me on the arm and I take a step back.
“Good evening, I’m Lauran and I work here. We have some of the finist art here.” She says, holding out her hand. I stare at it. She doesn’t notice Roselyn is staring a hole into her face.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Roselyn asks.
She keeps her eyes glued on me. Normally women hit on me all the time, but she’s not my type and I wouldn’t give her the time of the day.
“Hi, I’m Roselyn, I’m his wife.” Roselyn flashes her wedding band in front of her face. The woman stares at her dumbfounded. Then her eyes snap back onto mine. Disappointment blankets her face. “He’s not looking for a painting, I am, but if I need you for something, then I’ll let you know.
“Can your husband speak for himself?” she snaps, placing her hand on my bicep, squeezing hard. I remove her hand. What the fuck is wrong
