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chapter two mystery man pov
virginia , mystic falls. unknown, mystery man's pov
why was she so different from everyone else? her beauty like no other. her smile bright like the sun on a hot summer day. he had to get closer to her. to smell her sweet scent , or to feel her smooth skin. he barely knew the girl but he was already addicted, begging to have her in his grasp. he sat in the chair near her bed watching over her, some would call it stalking or call him a creep. he didn't see it that way.
he simply saw it as his curiosity getting the best of him. curious as to how the girl had this.. effect on him.
but there was also something else.. she intrigued him.. not many woman had but her?
she'd yet to amaze him.
" uh, boss? where do you want this to go?" one of the men asked holding a large canvas with a white sheet of cloth covering the work behind it, " hang it up above the living room wall above the couch, and be fucking careful or i'll kill you " i threatened. he gulped nodding his head as they treated the painting with care.
stupid fucks better treat her painting with care, my fucking wife made that
i've been waiting to hang this piece of artwork, ever since i saw it. i walked out of my office following the two men carrying the glorious painting before the sheet was removed. beauty, such exquisite beauty, very precise strokes of the brush, different colors yet they reveal my eye.
" tsk, tsk. my sweet theodora, thinking of little ole me" i mumbled under my breath a wide grin spread across my face as i gently ran my knuckles on the back of the painting. " my beautiful girl created something just for me" the crazed grin rested on my lips. at the corner of the painting he saw a flower with the letter " t " in the middle.
