Previously on the last chapter...................
I opened my laptop to see that I did in fact have a new email, and my eyes couldn't help but look at the email that came from devious devil.
I pondered for a while until I came up with a decision, and clicked on the email, sending him a reply.
Re: House Portrait
I wouldn't mind completing this task. When would you like to discuss the details?
I thought for a second, still not sure if I should go through with it. I find myself being dangerously attached to this mysterious figure, and just watching wasn't enough to satisfy my curiosity.
I just hope that curiosity doesn't kill the cat this time.
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Chapter 2
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I woke this morning dreading if my decision to meet him about the portrait, was a good one. 'Too late to fret about it, what's done is done I thought as I was sitting at my desk waiting for my laptop to turn on. After I'd logged on and open the internet to my email which was my homepage, the page loaded for a while and my heart was beating rapidly than usual but at a steady pace. Finally, after 30 seconds, which felt like an eternity went by, my inbox showed that I had no new email.
'I guess he hasn't checked his email yet' I thought disappointingly as I closed my laptop to take care of my human necessities. A steamy shower and full stomach later, I was planing what I would do for the day, I was tired of just mopping around the house all day. 'Maybe I should go to the park? No. The beach?' I needed some new inspiration for my paintings and locking myself in my house wasn't going to give it to me.
As I was seated in the kitchen with paper and pen, writing down my ideas, I saw something flash on my screen, letting me know that someone was at the door, I sighed. 'Who is it this time?'
Right as my hand touched the doorknob, my heartbeat fiercely once like it was ready to leave my chest, the sudden beat caught me off guard and made me heave a large intake of breath. After what felt like a bizarre episode, I opened the door only to the hunky man himself, perched against the door frame with dark blue jeans that caressed his thighs and a white T-shirt that hung on to his muscles like he was drenched with water. Fighting my mind to keep it from going in the gutter, I let my gaze rise from his relentless body to his piercing grey eyes that seemed to be watching me intently making butterflies flutter in my stomach.
Gulping visibly, I breathed air in to calm my nerves and waived my hand so that I could catch his attention. It worked because I saw him clear his throat and then his lips moved. "Can I come in?" He asked with one thick brow raised.
I shook my head and gestured for him to come in. When I closed the door, he waited for me to lead him further, so I lead him to the living room and put my index finger up telling him to hold on just a minute. I quickly walked to the kitchen and got the notepad and pen that I was using earlier, and went back to the attractive man sitting on my couch.
I sat next to him making sure there was plenty of space between us because I felt like if I got any closer he would hear my beating heart loud and clear. I opened the note pad to an unwritten page and wrote:
Have you decided on the details of your painting?
I handed him the pad and the pen, which he took from me and then gave me a quizzical look, probably thinking why wouldn't I just talk instead, but he took the items anyway without asking me the question obviously on his mind, he scribbled something and then handed it back.
Are you shy or something?
'Great just what I needed' I thought frantically as I kept my head down to avoid his stare that I felt penetrating my now inflamed face. I felt a movement on the couch and then saw a hand coming towards my face. Instead of moving to avoid his touch, my body didn't move as if it was in need of the simple gesture and welcomed it. His fingers took my chin and pulled it up so that I was now looking into his melting sea of grey.
"Why is such a beautiful girl like you so shy?" I saw the sincerity in his eyes, but I couldn't answer, not only because I was mute, but his captivating eyes had rendered me speechless or even thoughtless. Snapping from the high this man was giving me, I remembered why I was an outcast and even if this man showed any interest, it would soon dissipate when he found out the truth about me.
I have decided to end this infatuation before it consumed me whole. I took the notepad and pen and wrote down what haunted me all my life and handed him the pad. I studied his features closely, waiting for the reaction I always got. His eyebrows scrunched together for only a second and then his eyes seemed darker, darted up to mines, and his lips moved.
"I. Don't. Care." He had said it slowly and if it had been someone else, they would have thought that he thought I was stupid, but it didn't seem like he meant it that way. He said it that way only to clarify that he actually didn't care and that had my heart beating uncontrollably, because never in my life had someone accepted who I am. Ever since it happened people looked at me differently and everyone stayed their distance, it would suffice to say that I did not have things such as friends or even an acquaintance.
He took my hands into his own, "No matter what you think of yourself, I think that you are beautiful and that will never change." The sincerity in his eyes was like a splash of cold water thrown at me to wake me up. Even though he found out what was wrong with me, he didn't bolt as every other person did. "I will always be next door if you need me." He leaned in and brushed a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. He then picked up the notepad and pen "We'll continue about the painting next time I think that confession was hard for you."
I had no idea how red my face was, but it felt like it was on fire, and my whole body felt like it instantly got a raging fever when his lips touched my forehead. That one kissed had my head spinning with questions and possible continuations of intimacy.
When the sexual high had simmered, I slowly got up from the couch and headed for the closet that I l left closed, and never entered because I never had the need to. I had two closets, one that I only had boring casual clothes to wear in the house or to go buy supplies and food.
I held on to the two doorknobs to my walk-in closet, took a deep breath, and opened them. The smell of new clothes and shoes was still in the air, and my mind raced at the insane amount of outfits I could put together. I might seem like a boring painter that stayed in her house all the time, but my other hobby was fashion, purchasing clothes and shoes online to add to my collection of clothes that I never wore, and now I have a use for them.
I walked into the closet, letting the soft fabric slide under my feet as I walked in my closet with my hand on my hip, tapping my chin, to decide what colors I was going for first. 'Since it's hot outside, let's go with a summer dress' I thought as I went to the informal dress aisle.
Skimming through the dresses I finally found one that I felt represented what I felt. The spaghetti-strapped dress had orange and blue flowers all over it, hiding the white that was under it. I paired it with white gladiator sandals. I put them on and then headed for my make-up corner to pick out a light blue eye shadow, eyeliner, pink lip gloss, and powder.
After what was like an hour, but was only 30 minutes, I came out of the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I gasped at my reflection because I never looked this good in my life, the only reason I know how to wear make-up was because of the make-up hauls that I watched on YouTube, even though I couldn't hear, I could still see what to do.
Looking at the girl in the mirror, with a high bun, pale skin, in a beautiful sundress and gladiators, made it seem like it wasn't me, but of course, it was me, I was the only one in the house and standing in front of the mirror. Looking at my reflection gave me the confidence I needed to go explore the world outside the world more and to ignore the flaw that had always haunted me until now.
Stepping out of my house, I felt like I was a new person and I strutted to my car. Driving around to decide where I wanted to go. I drove past restaurants, cafes, a park, and then I saw a gallery. I paid the entrance fee and entered, this scene was new to me, having stayed inside my house for most of the time.
I walked across the room, to get myself a glass of champagne and proceeded to glimpse at the paintings as I walked by, but there was one painting that caught my eye, and it was mine. It was a painting of nature that I painted and sold on the internet to the highest bidder.
As I looked at it, I felt a presence next to me, but I didn't bother to look, even though the person could of most likely been talking to me, little did he know, he was talking to a wall. Not letting that bring me down, I sipped my champagne and went on to the next painting. I was trying to avoid the stranger, but each time I moved the black shoes followed, frustrated, I finally looked up at my harasser and the man took my breath away.
The man that was standing in front of me was simply gorgeous, and I feel like that was an understatement. He had waves of warmth coming off of him and he almost seemed angelic, he had short dirty blonde hair, dark sea-blue eyes, plump pink lips, and his body wasn't as ripped as, 'wait, I never even got his name!'
Distracted, I didn't realize that the sexy man in front of me was trying to address me until he tapped my shoulders. Snapping from my trance, I gave him my undivided attention. "May I speak with you for a moment?" He asked with his perfect eyebrow raised. I shook my head and retrieved a notepad from my purse.
I had decided when I left home that I was going to let people know that I was deaf before I had a conversation with them and if they didn't like it, we'll life goes on. I had already written on the paper what I was going to say, previously at home, so I just held it up for him to see. He read what was on the paper and said nothing, he then took a pen from is suit pocket, took the notepad and wrote:
Hi, I'm Gabriel and you are?
I wrote that my name and asked him if he wanted to go to the cafe next door so that we were in a more comfortable setting. He agreed and we went on our way to La Cafe Rouge, which was French for The Red Coffee. After we were seated and he had ordered a vanilla coffee for the both of us, we continued to talk. He wasn't so bad of a guy, I learned that he was a partner for a tech company and that he was attending the Galla with a friend that had left him to go woo a woman that caught his eye. I mentioned to him that I painted and the nature painting he saw was painted by none other than me.
He was shocked, but seemed interested in me, letting me know that he would tell everyone he knows, and let me know if I had any potential clients. After what seemed like hours, I felt the vibration of something and then saw him check his phone, and his eyebrows furrowed. He apologized and said that he had to go to a business meeting that had just come up. We parted ways, but not before he gave me his business card.
When I stepped out of the cafe, a smile graced my lips, I had never felt so normal in my life, the feeling of acceptance was a nice one. I never thought that some people wouldn't think negatively until- I was distracted by something on the ground, it was a few feet away from me and it was shinning. I got closer and I saw a feather the size of my foot. The feather was all white and its tips were black and it had a shimmering effect to it.
'Where did this feather come, better yet what thing left it here.' I thought as I looked at it closer, it could be an animal's feather, but what kind would it be, I've never seen something like it. Wanting to get back home, I just put the feather in my bag, got in my car, and drove home. I arrived home at quarter to five and parked my car. I got out of my car and when I turned around, my heart jumped by surprise from my next-door neighbor standing there with his armed crossed and an unreadable expression.
"Where've you been? I went to your house every hour to see if you were home, but you never answered and now I know why." His eyes were piercing me accusingly. 'He may be hot and all, but who the hell does he think he is, he is not my d-' I cut off the thought before it could take me there. I ignored him and tried to walk to my house only to have him block me, I tried to go around him, but he grabbed my waist and the shots of pleasure made a moan slip my lips which made him smirk.
Irritated I freed myself and walked fast to my door only to have him block me halfway there.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked with amusement in his voice, his peppermint breath hitting my ear, making my breath hitch. I was too scared to move, I felt like I was paralyzed as his fingers brushed down my arm, making tingles run down my spine and shots of pleasurable electricity went through my arm.
"You are mine!" He growled in my ear making my knees buckle and then he turned around and left. I was so confused, I didn't know if it was a dream or not, because I was starting to think I was crazy.
'How in the freaking hell did I hear that!'
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A/N:
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