The Billionaire's torment

Collapsing House Of Cards

Having a big derrière is great! You look hawt, you become an instante guy magnet!

This was Aimée's theory, unleashed when she would try to cajole me whenever I would feel insecure about my rear.

And this very butt was going to be the cause of my doom.

While the boss went to fetch other buckets of paint, I had accidentally knocked off one of the buckets which contained a black residue and flakes of gold... with my butt.

I placed my chair on top of the ominous liquid and sat, hoping it would look cogent.

I shall blame it on the dog. Hopefully, he'll fall for this spurious statement.

Yes but what if he knows it's you? How will you pay for the loss?

My numb fingers clasped the straps of the black silk apron, tightening it around the waist but the material was so slick that the knot came undone multiple times.

"Come here"  the sonorous voice claimed attention

Lorenzo sat on a stool which was at my eyelevel and gazed at me with his signature reptilian stare.

"I will help you"

I placed myself in front of him and turned, making him face my back.

He held the straps which were suspended on my hips and I looked down to peek at his gestures.

Being so close to him made my insides tickle. It was maybe because of his handsomeness.

His long fingers glided along the contour of my waist, making my heart leap as  I held my breath while he tightened the ribbons.

His warm breath lingered on my exposed shoulder and soothed me in the wintry night, along with his familiar woody scent.

"Your hair, it's so"

Before he could continue I interrupted him

"Yes, the dandruff right?" I swayed my tail, which was coarse like a horse tail, making it rest under my chin and I analysed the dandruff speckled like snowflakes.

" I am not accustomed with the technical terms, but your hair resembles the tail of a scorpion"

In response, I squeezed my tail absent-mindedly, away from him.

What did he even mean?

When I turned to face him, his eyes were glinting with a kaleidoscope of colors and he adjusted his mask to hide his face.
He tilted his head and caressed his eyebrow scar with the back of his veiny hand.

We spent a long time painting, with the aroma of hazelnut chocolate enveloping us. I never imagined I would have the privilege to teach something to my boss.

The adroit Lorenzo quickly picked up what I delineated.

His huge smooth hands moved slowly but with very vigorous strokes of paint and he imitated my every movement, merging lime green with emerald green.

My hands were very worn out compared to his, due to being constantly jabbed with needles all the time. It had been such a long time since I knitted a doll....

"What's on your mind Miss Seita?" his hand covered the sculpture with the ring caressing the surface and dust of chocolate crumbs cascaded, as if it had been scraped with a knife.

I chose to keep quiet about the bizarre technique.

"Nothing Sir, why that question?" I continued to paint without facing him.