RED - A billionaire Dark Romance

Six

BRENDA PARKER

2 years ago

"Good morning Brenda, Are you leaving? "

"Yes, Ms. Miller, look how beautiful the day is. I'm going to take the opportunity to paint the landscape in Central Park. Who knows, maybe even sell some paintings."

"Good luck, dear. You have a lot of talent."

"Thank you, Ms. Miller."

"I'll see you later!"

I wave at her and go on my way. Ms. Miller is a sweetheart. She is the landlady of the building where I live, a modest place that rents rooms only for girls. I share a room with my friend Briana. We studied together, but we took different courses. She studied fashion and I studied fine arts. We are both recent graduates and we left our respective states. I am from Wisconsin and she from Arkansas. We came to New York to study and get a place in the sun. We are young and we are chasing our dreams.

We're not from wealthy families, so we have to earn our money. I go most mornings to Central Park and display my paintings there while I paint. I love doing that. Some people passing by sometimes stop to look at my work; some buy my paintings; and others just help with something. Since that money isn't enough to support me in an expensive city like New York, I work at a cafe at night, serving tables. I have a dream of becoming a famous painter and seeing my paintings displayed in an art gallery. dreamy sigh.

This morning was special. The sun was shining, warming my face. I arrived at the place I always like to stay. I set up my easel. I put the canvas in white. I'm going to paint the trees that are changing color with the arrival of autumn. I put some ready-made paintings on display to sell. I take a deep breath. The scent of nature invades my nostrils. I find it incredible that in the middle of that stone jungle that is New York City, there is a place as beautiful as Central Park. I put on a wide-brimmed hat to protect myself from the sun and started painting. I mix the colors and transfer the beauty of nature to the canvas.

Some passers-by stop to look at my paintings; others congratulate me on my work; and still others simply observe me painting.So far, none have been sold. I'm distracted painting and a gust of wind makes my hat fly off my head. I turn quickly to see where the wind took it and I freeze. He's in the hands of a man, tall. I couldn't see his face as the sun was dazzling my vision. I put my hand on my forehead to block the sun and narrowed my eyes so I could see him better. The man was coming towards me, walking as slowly as a cat, elegantly dressed. I could already see his proud bearing. As he got closer, I started to see him better. My eyes widened. In front of me was the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. My heart starts pounding. I look like a fool looking at him.

"It's yours," he asks in a strong, beautiful voice, holding out his hat to me.

"Yes-mm!" I reply, stuttering. I take the hat and thank him in a barely audible voice.

"Thank you!" I immediately turn to my painting. I realize he's still standing there. He moves and I think he's leaving, but I'm wrong. He gets close to my paintings and analyzes them. I'm so nervous. I've never been so shy around a man, but this wasn't just any man. He was a Greek God straight out of some magazine cover. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and noticed that he had bent down to get a better look at the screens. His black hair glistening in the sunlight, he turned to me and I quickly looked away.

"Beautiful, are they for sale?"

"Yes!" I responded quickly.

He smirked and held out his hand to me, introducing himself.

"Sebastian Parker." I stared at the large outstretched hand and swallowed hard. I ran my hand through my clothes to clean it, extended it and greeted him. "Brenda Armani."