The Painting

chapter 13

Did I sleep last night? Absolutely not. And I’m 500% sure I’m in love with this asshole. Here I was sleep deprived looking at the person sleeping right next to me, His skin turned all golden when the early morning sun touched it, making him look even more ethereal than he did yesterday. He was facing me, his messy hair resting over his eyes. I traced his whole face in the air without touching it, but oh boy, did I want to. His golden skin looked so warm and unreal—how was he even real? I knew every breath he took and how his eyes moved when they were closed. Can I be selfish and see him like this every day?

“You’re staring,” he said, and my soul almost left my body.

“Why would I? Do you have a third eye or something?” I said, He opened his eyes and looked at me, and the sunlight made them look like they were dipped in honey. I couldn’t care less what he was talking about; I was too lost in how breathtaking he looked.

“Sleep well last night?” he asked me

"Of course, it's my place," I lied, whatever. As he was about to say something, his phone buzzed. We both knew who it was. He picked it up.

“You have a get-toge—” Before the other side could continue, North cut in, “Yeah, I fucking know. You guys think I’m dumb? Call me again, and I’ll kill you.”

And not gonna lie, if I were on the other side, I would’ve started bawling my eyes out.

“Get up, sweetheart. We gotta move faster today,” he said. Love aside, he still manages to get on my nerves pretty easily.

"Call me that again, and I’ll kill you in your sleep."

“Haan? So you wanna sleep together again? Why not this time lose the two bedsheets and just share one?" he teased. Does he not realize I kinda like him? Or is he just goofing around for fun?

“Shut up and go change. I’ll bring you some clothes.”

“Whatever you say, darling.” I hit him with the nearest pillow.

My stuff might be a bit short for him, but I do own some oversized clothes that could suit him. Wait, I have a plan—

“Night, isn’t this too cute?” he asked, holding up the baby pink knitted sweatshirt, the cutest piece of clothing I own. I wanted to see him looking all cute, haan.

“This is the only thing that’ll fit you. Shut up and wear it,” I said, refusing to budge.

“Fine.” He didn’t put up much of a fight, he looks adorable, with his long messy hair and all the piercing he had, okay this might actually not be good for my heart

We drove to his place, I’d be lucky if I didn’t end up dead. His place was even bigger than I expected—like a palace. They had a driveway, and a long one at that, with elevators. Lifts inside a house? Seriously?

We went up to the second floor, and there was this room with a massive front gate. I thought stuff like this only happened in movies, but oh boy, I was wrong.

Inside the room were two bodyguard-looking men, and in the center was the man who almost took my life, also North’s Foster dad I didn’t see any women, but I had a feeling we’d be seeing them soon enough.

“The fuck are you wearing?” he said as soon as his eyes landed on North.

“Something that will never look good on you, old man,” North replied with a smirk, his hands casually in his pockets.

“I’m sure Moon told you everything, given she has her little dogs lurking around this mansion. Even though she hasn’t visited in two years, she’s always the first to know what’s happening in the house.”