The past couple of days has been hectic for me, with the deadline drawing closer. Have been locked up in my art studio for days now, busy working on my paintings. I'm done with two paintings, one more to go.
I got my artistic touch back. I realized I was focusing on the wrong thing the whole time, perfection, which is so not my style. So this time around, I decided to paint for fun and it worked.
I took a break, tucking the brush at my right ear. I feel sticky with the paint smeared all over me, but fortunately, I had an apron on. I have been working on this painting the whole day. I'm almost done. I can't believe tomorrow is the deadline, I was feeling dreadful at the thought of seeing Mr. Smith, and I do feel a thrill of excitement at the same time, I'm going to blow his mind away with my paintings, which I'm so confident they are my perfect masterpieces. Since that awful night has not seen him anyway and Aj my best friend.
I decided not to pressure AJ again on the disappearing issue anymore, I don't want it to destroy the beautiful relationship we have, So I'm letting that go for now. I know he will tell me at the right time. I got another question on why he was arrested, I have this feeling connected to the disappearing issue.
Suddenly I heard a squeaking sound of a door being opened, that was the next room. I heard someone sigh.
I shrugged and turned my mind back to finishing my painting. A few minutes later I heard a snapping sound of a punching bag, being punched with rage.
"No no no", I yelled the big black wolf is back. I groan placing my painting brush down. I strode straight out with a clenched fist to go face that chauvinistic bastard. With all the numerous rooms in this entire mansion, he decided to use the room beside my studio for his gym.
I was struck still in awe, as my eyes fell on Mr. Smith. He was shirtless with only sweatpants on. Damn, my eyes traced the fine lines of his biceps as they ached in a perfect rhythm with every punch he throws. My eyes drift from the perfect sexy jawline to his dark coal eyes. My throat clogged as I stare at the sweat dripping from the firm hardness of his torso down to the shape of his irresistible V - line. I bit my lips with my face flushed.
"Mrs. Jackson" His cold voice echoes in the room.
I snapped out of my drooling, my eyes met with his, he smirked seeing the embarrassed expression on my face.
"Can I help you? "
huh?
I stood frozen and dazzled, forgetting the reason why I stormed in here.
He chuckled.
He stepped towards me, I stepped back with a quiver aching in my tummy. My knees went wobbly, as I move back trying to lean on the wall. My legs gave me away, I was expecting the cold floor to welcome me, but his arms snake around my waist gripping me firmly preventing the epic fall.
"Oh what am I going to do with you " he muttered in a husky voice. I stared straight into his eyes and what I saw made my heart leap with an unfamiliar beat. My stare lingers longer than I intended. It was like there was this magnetic pull drawing me in. This frighten me I quickly shifted my gaze.
"Mr smith...." the words choked in my throat not daring to come out.
"Clumsy are you, you could have cracked your skull, I don't want you dying in my house" he scolded.
"Thanks," it came out as a whisper. I was so tense up about the uncomfortable position I'm in with Mr. Smith.
I try wriggling myself free from his clutch, but he presses his grip further, it looks like he has no plans of letting me go any time soon.
"Not this time crazy," he said
I frown, So he has a nickname for me now.
"Mr smith you could tell I'm covered up with paint, that means you are wasting my productive hours, remember your little advice the other day, time is money, so can you please let me go"
He laughed. Looks like someone is in a good mood.
Why won't he let me go anyway, weird?
"I don't think so crazy if I let go of you. I'm sure you will fall to your death, looking at how tense you are. When you are quite relaxed then I let go of you"
I sighted in belief, he calls me crazy but he is the one acting crazy. What is wrong with this guy anyway, so far so good, he has different characters traits that I can't comprehend. Now his cocky mode is activated.
Being in his arms, and how close his body was pressed to mine, was sparking a desire that I'm afraid of. He is quite right with how dazzled I'm feeling at the moment, I'm surely going to trip and fall if he takes his arms off me.
"What were you doing in here crazy, oh aren't you just a little pervert, were you spying on me?"
My face turn red, I blushed with pure embarrassment.
"I came here because you were distracting me with your punching bag," I said with a glare
"Get used to it, you ask for it, I did not compel you to choose that room for your studio"
I laughed in disbelief
"You mean you did this on purpose!, how can I work in harmony, that is so mean. You know perfectly well the deadline is just tomorrow, you are using dirty means to make me lose this deal"
"Welcome to my world " he chuckles
I placed my hands on his chest in an attempt to escape from his grasp. I flinched as my hand made contact with his skin, my lips parted, an intense feeling dancing through my stomach. His gaze pierced at me, my eyes fell on his gorgeous lips that were calling out to me, suddenly my throat went dry. A warning was ringing in my head, he is a forbidden fruit I can't touch, but all reason as left me as my eyes was lost, staring at this beautiful man who looks much of a fallen angel. The desire was getting stronger, and my resistance was getting weaker, it could be just an innocent kiss but something deep within keeps whispering I'm crossing a dark line that I can never go back.
My breathing got heavier as every second passed by with my heart beating rapidly. Just one kiss, that won't kill, right? I knew that is a lie. His lips draw closer to mine.
"Brad"
We both got startled quickly pulling apart.
"There you are" A lady walked in
We stared at the tall elegant woman with dark beautiful long hair, alluring blue eyes, with a face and a beautiful curvy body of a goddess. How angelic she looked was quite intimidating.
Who could this gorgeous woman be?
Her face lightens into a big bright killer smile.
"Brad" she pouted, hugging him
She flutters her eyelashes at him with a pout.
"Where have you been, I have been searching the whole mansion for you, surprise to see you here "
I stared at the expression on Mr. Smith's face, but it was blank I couldn't read his reaction.
I'm curious who is this dropped-dead gorgeous lady?
"Good to see you, Olivia, thought you said you are extending your vacation"
"Changes of plans, I miss the handsome cocky face of yours, that why I couldn't wait to see you today," she patted his cheeks with affection in her eyes.
I got uncomfortable. Okay well looks like she is the girlfriend, a pang sensation run through me. I didn't know what to do. I stood glued at the spot with my head down.
Her gaze landed on me, finally, she realized there was someone else in the room
"Excuse me ?" she says with a Stern look
"hope you know you are interrupting us, don't you have something doing, like cleaning ?"
She sized me up with disapproving look written on her face. Great I always meet new people looking very crappy.
she just called me a maid
I gaped.
She snapped her fingers at me.
"You are deaf or you are just dumb" whoa a female version of Mr. Smith.
I clenched my fist, with rage erupting from within. That was insulting. I choose not to answer her.
" Mr. Smith I'm taking my leave, see you tomorrow," I said turning to leave.
"Olivia, this is April Jackson" I turned back, amused that he is introducing me to his girlfriend.
"She is a painter we scouted for the Lynx art project. She is also a guest here"
She eyed me with a clear look of dislike.
The feeling is mutual. I stared back at her with disdain.
" Miss Jackson this Olivia Parker"Brad introduce her to me.
I plastered a fake smile
"Hope your painting is worth displaying, proving us wrong about your appearance, I'm must say you don't look much of a painter that Brad will sign for this important project" she beams a smirk at me
I ignored her rude remarks.
"Nice meeting you Miss Parker, I will take my leave"
I quickly scurry out straight to my room and collapsed into the bed. A sharp pain shoot through my chest
I nearly kissed him, what was I thinking? of course, he has a girlfriend. Stupid April.
Why am I feeling this way? My eyes got blurry with tears. I clutch my chest, wiping the tears away, this is absurd, I can't comprehend the feeling erupting in my heart. This doesn't look good, whatever is happening to me right now is a clear sign I should stay away from him.
It's time I go on that date with the hot bartender, Elliot, maybe I can get over these silly feelings.
I took my phone, quickly texting him.
Soon I got a reply.
I got a date tonight, thank God at least I'm spared the discomfort of seeing the faces of Mr. Smith and the bitch he calls girlfriend.