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Chapter 24 : Breaking Up?
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Billionaire Daddy's Little Artist Chapter 25 : Tangled Roots
*William*I held the bridge of my nose while the four analysts in my office read off our recent numbers. Then we rehashed why the deal was taking so long to close in Toronto. I wanted concrete solutions, and all I was getting was excuses.Grace interrupted the meeting to let me know I was meeting with my marketing executive and friend, Jim, at 11:00. “Okay, we are done here!” I said. “Team, I want this closed by the end of the month.” They all began talking at once, and I almost slammed my fist on the desk. Instead, I said, “That will be all.” I rarely lost my temper at work, but the evening with Eva and Lily still had me rattled. Neither of them had reached out to me so I thought I would give it time and try calling them in a few days. The event forced me to involve my ex-wife, something I desperately tried to avoid, but Eva was unpredictable. I had to tell Victoria what happened and explain to her about Lily. I didn’t think it would be too serious, but I needed someone to keep
Billionaire Daddy's Little Artist Chapter 26 : Smokescreens and Ex-Wives
*Lily*Was this classy woman some real estate agent asking me about the apartment?“I’m Victoria Shaw,” she said, turning to face me, and my eyes bulged.Oh, shit. What had I gotten myself into now?With her handbag strapped to her arm, she leaned toward me, not waiting for me to recover. “May I see your work?”Stunned, I nodded. “Yes, certainly. Of course, my latest pieces were still at Tony’s gallery.” Thank God she wouldn’t be able to see the ones of William. His portrait was in the bedroom closet since it was too painful to look at.“That’s all right. I just want to see what all the chatter is about. Everyone has been talking about your art.”I took her over to what I had been working on. The truth was that I had lost my mojo, my inspiration. I couldn’t seem to get excited about anything—still, she lauded me.“These are lovely,” she said. “Honestly, when David, my friend from Vancouver called me, I wasn’t sure, but I really love your technique. He said he wants to c
Billionaire Daddy's Little Artist Chapter 27 : The Object of My Desire
*Lily*William took my hand in his, and we climbed another marble staircase. We passed a museum worker who nodded to William. I smiled at him, wondering what I ever did to deserve his adoration.“William, how?” I spun around, taking in everything I loved about this museum, which was literally one of my favorite places on Earth. “How did you know? Degas, Monet, Boudin, all my absolute favorites are here! It’s one of the most famous museums in the world.”“You don’t say?”We toured all my favorite galleries, and I pointed out what I loved about Edgar Degas’ The Dance Class.“He’s a French Impressionist known for his ballerinas.” I felt like twirling around the room. “He painted over six hundred ballet scenes. He said natural light was too easy and criticized painters who painted outdoors. And here Vermeer was called the Master of Light.”“How do you know all this?”“I soaked it all in during school,” I said. “And you know, Pollock painted on the floor so he could apply the
Billionaire Daddy's Little Artist Chapter 28 : The Long Way Around
*Lily*I held William’s hand as we walked up the spiral staircase to the master bedroom. I was still a little shy around him sometimes, though usually not once we got started. He took my face in his hands and kissed me as he backed me slowly up to the bed. He brushed my tender neck with more kisses; his lips were hard and firm.I opened my eyes, looking into his as I removed his sweater, and pushed him back on the bed, straddling him. All of my shyness was gone now.He put his hands under my dress, and as he lifted it, it caught on my chin, causing us both to laugh. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I slipped off my shoes and bent over him with my long hair falling on either side of his face, running my fingers up his chest.“You are so beautiful,” he told me, shaking his head.He sat up and pulled my panties down, kissing between my legs as I kneeled over him. I couldn’t help the moan that left my lips as I held onto his shoulders. Then I pushed him back onto the bed and straddled hi
Billionaire Daddy's Little Artist Chapter 29 : Mothers and Daughters
*Lily*When I entered my apartment, I saw that Grace had sent over a batch of new art supplies and a manilla envelope with my typed name on the front. I ripped it open immediately, worrying it might be from Victoria, but it was a contract for my services with LiVo Technologies that included a monthly stipend for living expenses, supplies, and $5,000 in addition to my paid rent.I only had to produce a total of four paintings per quarter, an unbelievably low quota for what I was used to creating. There was a quick note from Grace asking me to sign and return the document if I found the terms acceptable. The terms were amazingly generous. I’d be a fool not to sign.My trip to the MET with William inspired me to paint my subsequent work using oil paints. Like a child with a new present, I opened numerous canvases that varied in sizes and textures.William also got me thinking about how I missed attending classes. It was probably too late for summer school, but I would have to look
Billionaire Daddy's Little Artist Chapter 30 : Lies and Deceit
*William*Eva popped into my office an hour into my workday, asking if I had a second. Despite our confrontation before, when I’d told her to stay out of my love life, I enjoyed seeing her in the office. It had been a long-standing hope of mine for Eva to work alongside me. It must have been some primal desire for me to ensure my legacy. I fought the idea that one day when I retired, I’d have to sell the company. Sure, I knew my family and their future generations would be taken care of, but to pass it down to my heirs in a way that my father, and his father before him, had—“Sure, come in, come in. You know you don’t have to knock.”“I just wanted to run a few ideas by you,” she said. “I think we should get moving on your social media campaign. As soon as this deal with White Out happens, we need to blast it from the rooftops.”“Okay. I thought we should keep the name too,” I said. “Definitely, everyone knows and loves it—William Shaw to run White Out.” She moved her han
Billionaire Daddy's Little Artist Chapter 31 : Did He Believe Her Lies?
*Lily*The call with Victoria stirred up emotions about my own mother I hadn’t felt in years. I ended the telephone call with her abruptly. Her tone remained kind and questioning when I thanked her for the offer, but I wanted to concentrate on my creations—which was true. There was no mention of William, our relationship, or our arrangement.The contract I signed and returned to Grace gave me the security I needed to keep working, confident in my abilities. Once again, I decided to throw myself into my work to take my mind off my personal life.Patrick and Adam lived in the DUMBO section of Brooklyn. DUMBO stood for Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass. It was known for its delectable eateries, gourmet pizza, and high-end boutique stores. When I’d first arrived in the city, I’d taken a walking tour of the celebrated bridge, where I learned about the extraordinary structure and how it contributed to the city’s expansion. Walking across the Manhattan Bridge provided some of
Billionaire Daddy's Little Artist Chapter 32 : Trading Coffee and Insults
*Lily*The late morning sunlight slanted through the coffee shop windows and bounced onto the oak floor. I sat at a table beside a red brick wall and bookshelf with more knick-knacks on it than actual books. I ordered two vanilla lattes with skim oat milk, Eva’s favorite. I knew she would keep me waiting; she kept me waiting when we were friends. Now that I was her proposed enemy, dating her father, the wait could be up to thirty minutes. Rude as she could be, it was important to me to attempt a reconciliation, no matter what kind of a long shot it might be.Just as I was about to leave, around 10:35, Eva strolled past the window, wearing her stiletto heels, long blonde hair extensions, and a slim-fitting gray suit with a black turtleneck underneath. She looked ever the young business executive.I pushed my judgemental thoughts away and tried to smile when she sat across from me. I moved the coffee in her direction. She sniffed, then took a drink. “It’s cold.”“Well, it was
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