Vincent- You are mine little devil.
Dontella- He is just a creep and i am not his.
What happens when a famous artist from Menchester, England and a dance teacher from Manhattan, New York crosses path.
Will the sparks fly or something worse happens...
It's currently 2'o clock in the afternoon and I have been working on this piece from the past 4 hours and it's still not completed. I have completed 70% of my work and I have half day more to complete it and then transfer it securely.
*The day of departure*
Today is the day we have to fly to New York. I was ready and waiting for Vito to come so we could go together to the airport. The perks of being a billionaire is that I could go anywhere , anytime without rushing and getting delayed. I just have to inform my pilot to get the jet ready and rest assured. Vito came and we left from my house and soon we reached the airport and boarded my jet. It would take almost 7-8 hours to reach Manhattan until then I can peacefully complete my works and talk with my assistant meanwhile Vito usually rest in the bedroom whenever we travel somewhere.
*8 hours later*
Finally we landed in Manhattan , New York. We checked into a suite and rested there. I have 2 days to prepare for the gallery. The gallery would be open for everyone from 5 P.M till 10 P.M and then there would be an after party for all the artists , their friends , assistants and the organizers. It's kind of a ritual at this point. Next day Vito dragged me to a club for a night out I was not in favour of that because the very next day we had to set up the gallery and meet everyone there.
Author's p.o.v-
*The day of the gallery*
Both of them were getting ready for the gallery event.
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*Vincent clothes for the gallery*
Vincent p.o.v-
I was wearing my jacket when Vito came in.
Vincent- What are you even wearing?
Vito- Clothes.
Vincent- Thanks for letting me know(eye roll). What fucking kind of shirt is that.
Vito- We are going to a gallery , I have to be colorful.
Vincent- *Eyerolled* Forget it. let's just get going.
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*Vito attire for the event*
Soon they reaced the venue of the gallery. They had half an hour more before the opening. Within few minutes of the opening the gallery was full of guests and famous artist. The center of attraction was Vincent and his arts. Everything was in display apart from one painting that was covered. People were curious about the painting and it's artist.
Vincent p.o.v-
I was greeting everyone who were coming my way. When a certain brunette caught my attention , she was looking like a kid who was lost from there parents in an amusement park. She was clueless which can be clearly seen from her face. Her eyes it was the most prettiest of eyes I have ever seen it was light brown in colour there was nothing special about that colour but I don't know why but now it's my favorite color. Her face was as captivating as her eyes. My trance was broken when someone came to greet me. After greeting them when I looked where that girl was she was nowhere insight.
