𝒯𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝒾𝒻𝑒

Capitulo 63

"He wanted to know if I had a receipt to verify my purchase." I answered honestly, unable to help the smile that creeped on my face as I did so.

"Like he was insinuating you didn't purchase the items in your possession?" Beckham frowned turning his attention back to the cop. "So are you like a real cop or just a security guard? You know what, I don't care. It doesn't even matter. Just give me your supervisor's name."

"I-I think this was all just a bit of a misunderstanding," The cop attempted to talk his way out the situation but when Beckham's incandescent expression didn't falter he handed over a business card which I assumed listed his supervisor's information.

"My lawyers will be in touch." Beck responded shortly, snatching the card and shoving it into his pocket. "Let's go Len."

I couldn't help but find myself confused as I replayed last night's events in my head. Beckham obviously doesn't have a problem with recognizing micro-aggressions or even defending my honor. Which caused the sour taste the events left in my mouth to start to simmer back up. I found myself feeling even more confused about what had happened, but decided to suppress those feelings rather than start up another fight between us. That didn't seem fair to do, especially when I was the one who pushed to move past it.

Beckham silently led me back to the car, presumably because he was still irritated. He's less talkative when he's feeling angry and that's understandable. Normally, I would just give him space to cool off but I don't want him to be grumpy on our trip. We're only spending a day in Vegas.

"I can't believe you have nothing to say about how good my ass looks in these sweats." I crossed my arms over my chest, cutting my eyes at Beckham.

He let out a chuckle, catching on at my attempt to lighten the mood and obliged me accordingly.

"You're right, we should fix that." Taking a step behind me to shamelessly he checked out my ass, landing a rough smack on it. "Your ass looks fantastic Ms. James."

"Thank you, that's why I bought them." I grinned flipping my hair over my shoulder.

"Thank you Len." Beckham gave me a small smile, pecking my lips. "Now get your goofy ass in the car." He laughed as I did exactly that, happy to see him in higher spirits now.

The ride to the ATV place was relatively uneventful. Luckily it was short because I was really excited to get started. I've never ridden an ATV, but after about a 20 minute drive to the venue and a brief instructional lesson by the staff.. I was ready to kick Beckham's ass.

"Sooo, what do I get when I win?" I yelled over the ATV engines as Beckham and I revved up at the starting line.

"You seem so sure you're gonna win." He lifted the visor on his helmet raising an eyebrow at me. "You've never even ridden one of these before. Don't get too cocky." He warned, "But you can have whatever you want if you win."

"Whatever I want?" I repeated to make sure I heard him correctly, he nodded his head in confirmation. "If I'm win— I'm in charge." I winked at him giving a hint as to what I was alluding to without having to be too graphic in public.

"We'll see." Was all Beckham said in response putting back down the visor of his helmet since the race was starting.

"Ready. Set. Go!" With that the employee standing on the side of the finish line, waved the starting flag sending the both of us speeding off.

Not to bury the lede, I obviously won. Beckham claimed he let me win but the reality is, he somehow forgot we were racing and got caught up popping wheelies and shit rather than crossing the finish line first. Which was my priority. Either way, we had a great time. After we rode ATVs we headed to the Paint&Sip class. I'm glad I forced Beckham to stop off at the mall because he conveniently forgot to tell me that we would splatter-painting. That would have been a disaster had I not changed. Now we're back at the suite to shower and get changed for dinner.