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Authors: Tiffany Stevens
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic
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consultant that could work whenever he wanted and, well, I was still a bartender-slash-club owner. I still had my days with Shay on Thursdays and we’d always meet up and go shopping. Viktor made sure not to overcrowd me, though Shay always asked for intimate details. Up until now all we’d managed to do was kiss, and even that made my toes curl.
“You are so lying to me right now!” Shay shouted across the clothing store.
“I’m not lying. He’s a complete gentleman.” I couldn’t help but laugh at myself for saying that.
“So , for two and a half months you have managed to keep all your clothes on? With all of this showing,” Shay waved a hand around me, “and with that hanging on your arm?” She then was pointing to Viktor, who was walking toward us.
“Hello , ladies. I came to see if I could buy you lunch.” He gave me a quick peck and a soft smile.
“Like I said , you are lying .” Shay started walking out the store, but turned to us and said, “Well, are you coming?”
“Did I say something wrong?” Viktor took my bags and threw his giant arm around my neck.
“Nope , you did everything right.” I smiled as we caught up to Shay.
After shopping with Shay and having lunch, Shay went home to get some rest while Viktor and I headed back to the loft. He received a call about some deal that needed to be looked at and he went to consult, because that’s what he did. I walked into my loft and put all my bags in my room, kicking off my shoes. I was trying to figure out if I wanted to watch TV, but then I realized I hadn’t been in my studio in a while.
I changed into my overalls and grabbed my iPhone with my ear buds. I walked through my secret opening and began to uncover all the brushes and paints. I grabbed a blank canvas and looked at it, trying to envision what I needed to paint. Nothing came to mind at the moment, so I set it on the easel and went to mixing and cleaning as I put my ear buds in. Once everything was organized, I turned one last time and a vision of icy blue eyes flashed in my head. Without thinking, I took out a charcoal pencil and traced out the actual image before I started painting.
I carefully mixed colors to get the right color of the skin tone and the perfect color of the pair of eyes.Then I began to add in all of the colors. I added the black and white in the certain areas that accented the partial face feature so that it brought out the eyes. I had to get them right; something about them just had to be perfect. I wasn’t aware of the time that had past and was taken completely off guard when I happened to look up and saw Viktor standing in my studio. I dropped everything that was in my hand and screamed.
“What the hell are you doing in here?”
“You left your door unlocked and I wanted to see what you were doing. Sloane, why didn’t you tell me?” He slowly walked over to me, but this was my space and mine only. He had to go.
“You can’t be in here. Get out!”
He walke d over to what I was painting, and it was finished. Not realizing it at the moment, but the eyes looked angry, hurt, and betrayed. Not to mention they were looking right at me as if I was the one to make them appear that way. As Viktor spoke, he brought me out of my trance.
“Those aren’t mine.” He was referring to the eyes and he was right. They weren’t his sexy grey-colored eyes.
“They were stuck in my head.” I started to panic as realization took over. It was Declan. I threw paint thinner on it, and then it started to happen. I felt everything change and Viktor had to go before he saw the real me.
I covered my face with my paint- stained hands and tried to push Viktor out, but he wasn’t budging at all. He was acting like a stone wall. The anger in me began to build. All because he’d seen one of my secrets, and there were two more. One of them was about to be revealed if he didn’t leave now.
“What are you doing?” h e asked as I tried to make my
“You are so lying to me right now!” Shay shouted across the clothing store.
“I’m not lying. He’s a complete gentleman.” I couldn’t help but laugh at myself for saying that.
“So , for two and a half months you have managed to keep all your clothes on? With all of this showing,” Shay waved a hand around me, “and with that hanging on your arm?” She then was pointing to Viktor, who was walking toward us.
“Hello , ladies. I came to see if I could buy you lunch.” He gave me a quick peck and a soft smile.
“Like I said , you are lying .” Shay started walking out the store, but turned to us and said, “Well, are you coming?”
“Did I say something wrong?” Viktor took my bags and threw his giant arm around my neck.
“Nope , you did everything right.” I smiled as we caught up to Shay.
After shopping with Shay and having lunch, Shay went home to get some rest while Viktor and I headed back to the loft. He received a call about some deal that needed to be looked at and he went to consult, because that’s what he did. I walked into my loft and put all my bags in my room, kicking off my shoes. I was trying to figure out if I wanted to watch TV, but then I realized I hadn’t been in my studio in a while.
I changed into my overalls and grabbed my iPhone with my ear buds. I walked through my secret opening and began to uncover all the brushes and paints. I grabbed a blank canvas and looked at it, trying to envision what I needed to paint. Nothing came to mind at the moment, so I set it on the easel and went to mixing and cleaning as I put my ear buds in. Once everything was organized, I turned one last time and a vision of icy blue eyes flashed in my head. Without thinking, I took out a charcoal pencil and traced out the actual image before I started painting.
I carefully mixed colors to get the right color of the skin tone and the perfect color of the pair of eyes.Then I began to add in all of the colors. I added the black and white in the certain areas that accented the partial face feature so that it brought out the eyes. I had to get them right; something about them just had to be perfect. I wasn’t aware of the time that had past and was taken completely off guard when I happened to look up and saw Viktor standing in my studio. I dropped everything that was in my hand and screamed.
“What the hell are you doing in here?”
“You left your door unlocked and I wanted to see what you were doing. Sloane, why didn’t you tell me?” He slowly walked over to me, but this was my space and mine only. He had to go.
“You can’t be in here. Get out!”
He walke d over to what I was painting, and it was finished. Not realizing it at the moment, but the eyes looked angry, hurt, and betrayed. Not to mention they were looking right at me as if I was the one to make them appear that way. As Viktor spoke, he brought me out of my trance.
“Those aren’t mine.” He was referring to the eyes and he was right. They weren’t his sexy grey-colored eyes.
“They were stuck in my head.” I started to panic as realization took over. It was Declan. I threw paint thinner on it, and then it started to happen. I felt everything change and Viktor had to go before he saw the real me.
I covered my face with my paint- stained hands and tried to push Viktor out, but he wasn’t budging at all. He was acting like a stone wall. The anger in me began to build. All because he’d seen one of my secrets, and there were two more. One of them was about to be revealed if he didn’t leave now.
“What are you doing?” h e asked as I tried to make my