The Heart of a Painter

The Heart of a Painter

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"Then I realised what it was, it was him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall, or turn into liquid, or burst into flames." ~~••~•~••~~ Ivy Arlen has been through a lot in life, and is just trying to make it through without any issues; but she ends up accidentally meeting Theodore Rivera, a young and successful painter... She finds herself enamored by his works, and his unique view towards life and its hurdles... For her, life is just a game of chess and she doesn't know how to play chess... Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of sexual activity, swearing, mature themes, and violence, which may be triggering for some readers. ********
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[COMPLETE] Sorry this may be cringe, it was written very long ago A seemingly ordinary, working college girl meets a cool, undeniably sexy boy with millions of followers at his feet. How will their completely different lives allow, or prevent them from getting what they want? Expect some drama, flirty lines, steamy scenes, funny best friends, and perhaps, an overall epic love connection. ~ Carter came around the corner as his eyes darkened with a predatory gaze. Oh no. He took a step forward, minimalizing the distance with every dominating stride, as I froze in my spot. My breath hitched as his arms finally encircled my waist and his eyes locked with mine. In one swift motion, he flipped my body so my back was pressed against his chest and hands gripped the curve of my hips. "What game are you trying to play at Valerie?" he spoke in a husky voice. Goosebumps danced along my skin as his hot breath fanned against the shell of my ear and his fingertips lit a trail of blazing heat along the length of my arm. Mentally shaking myself from the trance of that which is Carter Bryson, I tilted my head towards him and whispered; "One where you'll lose." Quickly escaping his hold on me before the tension became unbearable, I spun on my heel to face him and slowly backed away towards the exit. "Good luck though." I added mischievously. With a smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes that could even give hell a run for its money, he replied; "I'm not a player though, baby. I'm the gamemaker." ~ ❗️Mature content. Reader discretion advised. Started 29/09/18. Finished 16/12/18. This book is not to be copied or reproduced in any way.

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