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sight before me that I hardly hear Tristan calling my name. Although Sebastian and Selena’s relationship is far different from any that I’ve ever seen, there’s a tantalizing expression of love and adoration between them. I can’t explain why, but my heart aches to have something similar.
FOURTEEN
TRISTAN
MY COCK SWELLS at the sight of Emily’s curious gaze. She watches with amazement as Selena and Sebastian leave my studio. I force myself to stop imagining taking her on the red velvet couch Selena was just on. Seeing Emily at my front door was a pleasant surprise, but I honestly wasn’t sure how she would react to my painting. Part of me wanted to give it to her myself, but I couldn’t bring myself to. Now, she’s here, and all I want to do is create another piece with her naked skin as my canvas.
“So he’s paying you to paint her?” Emily turns, her cheeks still glittered with warmth. I can only guess what’s going through her mind right now. I can’t help but want it to be just as dirty as what’s going through mine. Fuck. There I go again.
I smile. “Yes. Several of my clients are into BDSM.”
“Oh.”
“So, you said you wanted to talk to me,” I say.
“Uh, yeah. I did,” she says, pushing back a stray blonde hair as she clears her throat. “I mean I do.”
Emily walks over to the other side of the room where her purse lays. I watch her pull a canvas from the other side of the wall and flip it over. It’s the art piece I painted for her, but why is it here? She picks it up and walks it toward me. My eyes wash over her in search for a clue of what she’s about to say next.
“I came here to give this back to you.”
I hear her words, but the anger that pulsates through my veins wrecks me.
“It was a gift,” I say, angrily.
“I know, but if you think this makes up for… it doesn’t.”
So that’s why she’s here? I shouldn’t be surprised. I deserve it, but I foolishly thought that I could change things. That somehow I could get her to forgive me for leaving. It pains me to say that she’s right. I’ve avoided Emily for the past four years all the while keeping in touch with Nicholas. I knew how it would seem to her, but I needed her to believe I didn’t want her. Now, I’m not sure what I want her to believe. As much as I care for Emily, having feelings for her isn’t easy. I can’t just mess with my best friend’s little sister because I’m losing more than just her if it doesn’t work out.
“You can leave it here. I’ll take care of it,” I say, offering no other explanation.
Emily’s voice cuts me as I turn to walk away. I can’t take the pain of having her hate me. It was easier when I didn’t see her.
“So that’s it?”
“What?” I ask.
“You’re just going to walk away.”
I look up to find Emily’s eyes watering with tears.
“You’re perfectly fine if I hate you?” she asks.
“Is that what you came here for? To see if I cared?”
“Yes.”
I cared enough to leave her alone. Any other asshole would’ve taken advantage of her and ruined her for all other men. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t do that to her. I told myself that she’d get over me. That I would get over her.
“Caring has never been the problem.”
“Then why the hell did you leave?”
She steps toward me, and I feel my control slowly slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. I could lose myself in those eyes. I could forget every shitty thing I’ve done and that her family’s done to me, but I won’t.
“Go.”
“What?”
Her bright eyes widen in shock.
“Go home, Lily Pad. Go home and forget about me. Go back to your nice boyfriend who worships the ground you walk on. I’m sure he makes soft, slow love to you instead of fucking you raw.”
“He is nice and the complete opposite of you!”
I laugh despite the pain that overwhelms me.
“If you think I’m going to be your knight in shining armor, sweetheart, think again.
FOURTEEN
TRISTAN
MY COCK SWELLS at the sight of Emily’s curious gaze. She watches with amazement as Selena and Sebastian leave my studio. I force myself to stop imagining taking her on the red velvet couch Selena was just on. Seeing Emily at my front door was a pleasant surprise, but I honestly wasn’t sure how she would react to my painting. Part of me wanted to give it to her myself, but I couldn’t bring myself to. Now, she’s here, and all I want to do is create another piece with her naked skin as my canvas.
“So he’s paying you to paint her?” Emily turns, her cheeks still glittered with warmth. I can only guess what’s going through her mind right now. I can’t help but want it to be just as dirty as what’s going through mine. Fuck. There I go again.
I smile. “Yes. Several of my clients are into BDSM.”
“Oh.”
“So, you said you wanted to talk to me,” I say.
“Uh, yeah. I did,” she says, pushing back a stray blonde hair as she clears her throat. “I mean I do.”
Emily walks over to the other side of the room where her purse lays. I watch her pull a canvas from the other side of the wall and flip it over. It’s the art piece I painted for her, but why is it here? She picks it up and walks it toward me. My eyes wash over her in search for a clue of what she’s about to say next.
“I came here to give this back to you.”
I hear her words, but the anger that pulsates through my veins wrecks me.
“It was a gift,” I say, angrily.
“I know, but if you think this makes up for… it doesn’t.”
So that’s why she’s here? I shouldn’t be surprised. I deserve it, but I foolishly thought that I could change things. That somehow I could get her to forgive me for leaving. It pains me to say that she’s right. I’ve avoided Emily for the past four years all the while keeping in touch with Nicholas. I knew how it would seem to her, but I needed her to believe I didn’t want her. Now, I’m not sure what I want her to believe. As much as I care for Emily, having feelings for her isn’t easy. I can’t just mess with my best friend’s little sister because I’m losing more than just her if it doesn’t work out.
“You can leave it here. I’ll take care of it,” I say, offering no other explanation.
Emily’s voice cuts me as I turn to walk away. I can’t take the pain of having her hate me. It was easier when I didn’t see her.
“So that’s it?”
“What?” I ask.
“You’re just going to walk away.”
I look up to find Emily’s eyes watering with tears.
“You’re perfectly fine if I hate you?” she asks.
“Is that what you came here for? To see if I cared?”
“Yes.”
I cared enough to leave her alone. Any other asshole would’ve taken advantage of her and ruined her for all other men. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t do that to her. I told myself that she’d get over me. That I would get over her.
“Caring has never been the problem.”
“Then why the hell did you leave?”
She steps toward me, and I feel my control slowly slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. I could lose myself in those eyes. I could forget every shitty thing I’ve done and that her family’s done to me, but I won’t.
“Go.”
“What?”
Her bright eyes widen in shock.
“Go home, Lily Pad. Go home and forget about me. Go back to your nice boyfriend who worships the ground you walk on. I’m sure he makes soft, slow love to you instead of fucking you raw.”
“He is nice and the complete opposite of you!”
I laugh despite the pain that overwhelms me.
“If you think I’m going to be your knight in shining armor, sweetheart, think again.
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