What was happening? I don’t usually transform like this until the full moon. But the full moon had already passed. This should not be happening.I pressed my back against the closed door. Elliot knocked and though it was a soft knock, at the moment, it sounded way louder, and my head screamed for th
“Because she’s still my wife regardless of if this marriage was a transaction,” I retorted.“Are you angry with me?” Silver asked after a long pause.I met her dark green eyes and sighed, shaking my head, I motioned for her spot on the bed.“Just come here and get some sleep,” I told her.She looked
Silver’s POVI was shocked when Elliot suggested I use him as his model. After the fiasco last night, I was going to ask him again to model for me.When Leo brought me some of the paintings I left at my father’s house, I was surprised when I saw the painting of Gavin in the middle of them. I remembe
I had to keep looking at him for accuracy and each time I did, his eye would darken just a little.“How long do you need to be staring at me?” He asked. “Because this is torturous.”His voice was sultry, and my cheeks flushed.“All night,” I answered, my voice dropping to a mere whisper.He swallowe
Silver’s POVI spent the rest of the next day editing the painting. I didn’t need Elliot with me to do the finishing touches though. I wasn’t sure if I could handle being alone with him so soon after our heated passion early this morning. My cheeks flushed at the memories of his hands on me and his
My heart was racing as the price continued to increase.I glanced over my shoulder at Stella and her friends who were gawking at the frenzy in front of them. Stella was red in the face and furious, but her mouth was hung open in shock. I turned back to the bid just as the auctioneer was speaking to
Silver’s POVElliot surprised me with a romantic dinner; Mariah prepared my favorite meal, and the dining room was beautifully decorated like it was some kind of special occasion. When I asked Elliot about it, he simply stated that he wanted to celebrate my success at the auction.The meal itself wa
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