Forever Yours (Book 4 of 4) (Justin Bieber Love Story) ✔️

Epilogue: Krystal

I stared at the painting and crossed my arms. The colours were mediocre and the strokes were messy, but it all flowed together. It wasn't to the standard of Picasso or Di Vinci in the slightest, but it was still pretty.

Love of Somebody's Life
by Nicholas McCrea

It's of a woman with a short brown bob, standing in front of a window. You can't see her face but you can tell she's not old. Her body was small and petite and she wore only a blanket draped low over her arms so her shoulders and top half of her back were exposed.

Is it cocky to think a painting is pretty if it's of you?

"What do you think?" I turned my head and saw a tall ginger man who was staring down at me with a smirk, "It's beautiful, isn't it?" I rolled my eyes at his comment and looked back at the painting.

"Is this why you never show me your work?" I felt his shoulder bump mine and smiled, "I'm your muse?"

I heard him laugh and smiled. His laughter was so contagious, "No." Then he brushed his fingers over the back of my hand in a very subtle way that meant he wanted to rip my clothes off, "I don't show you my work because you hate art."

I turned to him and glared, "I do not hate your art." But I bit my lip and shook my head a little bit, "I hate other people's art."

"Oh my god." He gasped, "That's practically you saying you love me."

I elbowed him and watched as he stumbled a few feet away from me and apologized to a woman he collided with. When he returned to my side I looked up at him, "Get your head out of your ass."

He grinned, "You first."

I ignored the comment and looked back at the painting. It really was beautiful. I remember that night like it was yesterday. We had just had sex and I wanted to smoke so I stole the only blanket he had in his studio and lit it while I leaned out the window. He told me to stay still and he painted me. After he finished we had sex again and then I left. This was the first time I had seen the actual painting and it took my breath away.

He was genuinely amazing.

I met him at an AA meeting and we instantly clicked. I was going to support a guy that I was sleeping with and he was going for the free coffee. We hit it off and became friends. Eventually, friends turned into friends with benefits. I was never good at relationships so I did my best to avoid them, but Nick was the one guy that I would make an exception for, though I knew neither of us wanted that.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out and looked at the text.

Braxton: when u free? Gotta meet your niece

I grinned and quickly replied.

Me: I'll call you tomorrow. Not sure of my schedule. Love you! Xoxo

Nick was talking to a pretty girl when I looked up from my phone and I smiled. He was really gorgeous, blue eyes, thick ginger hair, a cute little beard and a dusting of freckles across his nose. His body was even nicer than his face and it was very obvious while he was wearing his suit.

I watched as she obviously flirted with him but he seemed to brush her off. I looked back at his painting and smiled.

A couple more minutes passed until I felt his breath on my shoulder and looked up at him, "Did you get her number?"

He stared at me like I had just offended him, "Why would I get her number?"

"Are you kidding me?" I laughed, "She was cute and she was flirting with you." I poked his chest, "You're the idiot who keeps saying you want a girlfriend. Put yourself out there."