Paris At Midnight (H.S)

Chapter Five

Harrys POV

When I got home from the coffee shop my mind was racing. Flashes of the Little Blossom I ran into raced through my mind.

The way her blonde hair casted onto her shoulders. The innocence and independence glazed over her hazel eyes. I hadn't been drawn to someone like that before. I mean sure, I have been drawn to women sexually before. That was just for my own pleasure though. I wasn't drawn to them in any other way.

She was going to be another conquest. A fun one at the least. This would be very interesting.

This Little Blossom had no idea what she was awakening. She was now prey in a big game of predators. I happen to be one of the predators.

I know eventually I could have her wrapped around my finger. Trust me, I would too. She seemed too kind. We had just met and she didn't even stop me from touching her. I could sense that she didn't want to be rude by saying the wrong thing. She was too nice to me. I didn't deserve it. I mean I was touchy. I was testing my limits though. She let me go pretty far. Most likely before too long I could probably fuck her.

Before I could finish my thoughts I happen to get a call. A call from my boss.

He had been asking me to check on our sponsorship for this art gallery. We sponsor them so they have money for big events. Big people go to these events. Millionaires loose their shit for fancy fucking artwork. I think it's kind of bullshit that someone would pay so much money for a canvas with fucking colors on it. I could do that shit in pre-k. Its absurd people pay for simple shit like that.

I called the art gallery to ask them if they had all of their spots filled for the art work displays. They said they needed to get a few more pieces from different people, they hadn't decided who yet. They were going to send files of artists from different colleges in the area. Since we sponsor them we get to choose the final four people to show their art. My boss always left this shitty part of the job to me. Normally I would be reading over poems and stories deciding wether they should get published or not. Every month they make me do this art shit. Acting as if I give a damn.

When they sent me the files over I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow to the name on one fo the files. Violet Joyce Monet. I knew this little blossom. This gave me even more opportunity to get to her. Oh how fun this game of predator and prey would be.

I simply put her down as one of the finalist simply for my own amusement. I didn't even care to give a glance to the shitty artwork. I just wanted her there for my own reasons. As for the last three finalist I just grabbed random files and hoped that they were decent artist.

I gave the files that I chose back to the art gallery and informed them of who I had chose and they said they would let the finalist know right away.

I could give one less shit about this stupid ass art gallery. Then again my boss had called.

I answered, slightly annoyed that he had called again. "Harry I need you to go to the gallery opening night." He spoke the words quickly as if he was busy.

Why the fuck would he ask me to go to this? He knew I already hated having any part in this stupid fucking art shit. Now he was asking me to go sit with the high class assholes while they bid on art work? Flaunting their money everywhere and wasting it on such stupid shit? I don't fucking think so. "Like hell i'm going." I spoke bluntly.

My boss sighed and I could somehow picture him rubbing his temples in annoyance. Which only made me hide a laugh at the thought. "Harry it is not up for debate. Your going. We need someone to represent the company there. We are sponsors. I would go myself like usually but I can't." He was right. He did usually go. Ive never had to go to this art gallery shit. I couldn't help but curse under my breath. "Fine but only this once." I tried to get my words across. He thanked me and hung up.

I was annoyed for the fact I had to go to this shit but I mean Violet would be there. This gave me the perfect opening to start something to get into her head. Then when she can't get me out of her mind. I swoop in. Easy plan. Her kindness made her an easy target. She was so kind that it mentally made me weak around her. I couldn't deny the fact that I was so intrigued by her, and curious about her. Ive never met someone as kind.

Yet she was with four guys when I saw her at the coffee shop. I mean you never know. Maybe she is a whore and sleeps with all of them. Maybe she was dating one of them. I didn't know anything about her. I could tell though. The innocence was glossed over her eyes. You could easily see it and call it out.

I couldn't wait for the art gallery night. It would be interesting to see her face when she finds out she was chosen as a finalist for one if the most famous art gallery's. She probably thinks her artwork got her there. Little does she know I did. Her probably shitty art did nothing to get her here. Accept set her as a maybe. That was until I chose her file.

I couldn't help but wonder how she would react when she found out. I didn't know who was telling her. It would be hilarious to see her face if I gave her the news but I would rather not go to her college just to announce a shitty art thing. It wasn't that important anyway.

I was extremely tired though. I couldn't help
but lay in my bed and just drift off to sleep.