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Chapter 2- The therapy

Sarah's POV

I stood up to see it, the painting he drew for me. Although he was dicey about the idea, still he did a good job. I held the canvas and a giggle left my mouth. The painting looked nothing like me considering he did not look at the canvas at all. 

He only looked at me the whole time, his eyes never wavered. I looked funny, and did not expect this much talent from the famous painter, Mr. Grayson. 

Well he looked in a rush, so I guess he is having a washroom break. He will get better the next time, I will make sure he looks at what he is drawing. 

I wander off to in his room, it looked nothing like what you expect of Mr. Painter. Seems as if he did not lie when he told me he hasn't drawn in a long time. 

The office was neat, the colors were sealed away in some drawers and there was no sign of any painting. I laughed remembering how he excused himself. Anyway I should also get going now.

I took a pen from his desk and wrote him a note- ‘I am taking what is mine and we will meet the day after tomorrow, be free’. 

I put a paperweight over it as I swiftly took the canvas with me, it was still wet so I better not mess up. 

The day went by with another client and then I retired to my house, it was big enough to haunt me. But I need to live alone because I like it that way.

I made myself a chilled coffee and went to slump over my couch. My best place, I opened the television to binge on Netflix. 

While I was looking at some random series, I saw the male lead, he had blond hair like him, same green eyes and a calm and composed expression over his face. 

I roll my eyes to distract myself from him and take a sip of my coffee. 

He is a client that is all Sarah. Just a CLIENT.

I sighed as I tried to divert my mind but it looked like the ML had other plans as the couple on screen shared a kiss. I looked at them and I was unbothered by them. I thought so but as I imagined Vincent kissing me, I gulped.

I turn off the television and take a deep breath, I need to get some good sleep or I will become depressed.

I put the mug in the sink and went to my bed, my back finally relaxed. 

“Relax” I say to the woman who is panicking before me, “No, no how can I relax? My husband just married her, "she said. 

“He is not your husband now so let him be, you listen to me and take deep breaths”. I tell her but she does not care and starts crying hysterically. After some attempts she finally relaxed, “ All men are fuckers” She said. 

“I won't comment on that but your ex husband sure is” I told her with a sharp look, every girl agrees on that at some point but just we can't say anything. 

Finally I went towards Mr Grayson's mansion, it was huge as ever. The first time I came here I thought I came to a businessman's house. But here we are again. 

I went and rang the doorbell, I stayed there for about five minutes and I have rang the bell for ten times now. Is he not home? I was sure I gave him the correct time. 

I inhaled deeply and turned around, my steps went towards my car but then I heard a voice, “Miss Davis?” I froze, his voice is still seductive as ever. Does he do it on purpose? 

I turned around and said, “ I suppose you were busy-” My words stopped in between seeing him in just a towel, I gulped hard. 

But what shocked me even more were his bloodshot red eyes, I frowned at him and moved towards him. He gave me a different look and before I  knew it he was all over me. 

I panicked and tried to move him but he was so heavy, what will you expect of a six-five guy with bulky muscles. 

“Hey, Mr Grayson?” I said but I got no reply from him. I called an ambulance, his condition is not good. 

I somehow moved away from him and tried to pull him up but my eyes turned shocked and I blinked in disbelief. His towel fell and I saw it. What the fuck? I could never unsee it now. It is BIG. 

I wrapped it around him again, the towel and then turned away my face in embarrassment. My eyes were closed the whole time. 

We reached the hospital and he was admitted, he had not slept for five days and was drinking continuously and so he fainted. 

No wonder he looked so deprived of sleep, his whole face was pale and I could smell alcohol on him. He is seriously depressed, I wonder just what his daughter told him for him to go this deep in despair. 

I could not do anything about it, I don't get along with children so I don't know.

Who would have thought that the famous and unbeatable Vincent Grayson is near to be destroyed. 

He regained consciousness after some time and so I went to meet him. I entered the room only to find him lost somewhere while his eyes wavered between the window and the flowers. 

“Sir?” I said and he finally left the flowers and looked at me, his expressions changed all of a sudden and he stiffened his back while I approached him. 

“Are you feeling any better?” I asked him and he poked his tongue inside his cheek while nodding, his eyes were still red. 

“Why haven't you slept?” I asked him as I sat in front of him on the chair. He gave me a sharp look before he lowered his gaze to my lips. 

I blinked, not understanding his actions. 

“Mr Grayson?” I asked again but he did not waver his gaze from my lips and the next second he licked his lower lip. 

Holy, he looked so fucking sexy when doing that and I gulp turning my gaze away. I was getting uncomfortable with his gaze but not because I hate it, it was because I was having some indecent thoughts about the man in front of me. 

“Vincent” I say and he finally looked into my eyes and for the next moments we stayed like that, it was something different. The feeling I had when he painted me, he was staring deep inside me even those parts I have hidden away. 

“Sarah” I flinched a little at his rough and pained voice. My breathing raced as he said those words, my name. 

“I want to paint” He finally said and I looked at him with astonishment. “Now?” I ask him and he nods his head slightly. 

“We will need to go back home for that and you are under supervision” I told him, but he did not seem bothered at all. 

He lifted his hand to make it move towards me, I stiffed a little at the approaching hand. I would have never let him touch me but I did not move an inch from my place. I was rooted. 

He touched my open hair strand slightly and pulled them softly while saying, “Sarah, I want to draw. You” I was not able to contain my inner turmoil with the way he was making me feel. 

I was wet. I closed my eyes in disbelief. 

“We can go '' I told him, he will be supervised in his house because I can't deny him if this is the way he says it. 

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