A knot formed in the pit of my stomach.“I apologize…” I said.“Were your achievements at the auction just a fluke then? Are you incapable of repainting that portrait?”“Sir, I—”“I expect better from my exclusive painters,” he scolded, and then he hung up before I could say another word.I looked a

Silver’s POVMy heart was racing as I stared up at Elliot. Was he really the owner of this art gallery? Did that mean he was the one who sent me the invitation for the auction?My mind was whirling with different thoughts as Elliot turned to see a pale-faced Barret as he shrunk under Elliot’s scruti

Silver’s POVI had framed my “exclusive” painting of Elliot on the wall in our bedroom right next to his model car collection. I smiled up at the painting, feeling satisfied with my hard work. Elliot walked into the room just then and froze when he saw it.A bemused look crossed his face as he exam

The thought occurred to me, but I’m not sure how well I could pull it off.I suppose it couldn’t hurt to try.The following day, I remained in bed for most of the morning. Normally, I would be awake early so I could work on some paintings in my studio. But today, I was pretending to be incredibly si

Midnight was only a couple of hours away; I didn’t have long before I needed to make my escape.“Champagne, Luna?” The server broke through my thoughts.I turned to see a man standing nearby with a tray of champagne. Elliot was already sipping on his and he was watching me, waiting for me to answer.