The Arrogant Artist : A Billionaire Boss Romance (International Bad Boys Set Book 2), стр. 70
“You’re going to be fine.” Louis pulls me toward him. He’s just stepped out of the shower, his warm body wraps around me perfectly, his towel slung lowly against his trim hips.
“Easy for you to say, Mr. International Bad Boy Artist.”
He laughs. “Look, everyone is going to have an opinion. Art is subjective. Some people get it, some people don’t. If they don’t like it, then it wasn’t for them, and if they do, then great you’ve found your people.”
I look up at him and smile. “Seriously, how did I get so lucky?” I wrap my arms around his neck.
“You hooked me coming out of my pool nearly naked in your innocently white underwear.”
A laugh bubbles up and out of my lips. “I was not trying to seduce you.”
“I beg to differ. It worked. I was seduced.”
“Um… if I remember correctly, you yelled at me. You were so not seduced,” I tell him.
“My dick was hard as a rock, and I was trying very hard not to think about fucking you right then and there.” God, he’s an asshole, but he’s all mine. “Come… you need to get ready. You don’t want to be late for your debut.” He gives me a heated kiss then pushes me toward my clothes.
I guess I have an art exhibition to open.
“Breathe, Emily. It’s going to be okay,” Louis instructs.
“But look at all the paparazzi out there.” The entrance is swamped with cameras, people all yelling, and I’m a nervous wreck.
“Just hold my hand and follow me.”
I don’t think I’m ready.
Surely, we can just head back to the hotel room and fuck again.
I like that, that’s fun.
This is not!
As if reading my mind, Louis nuzzles my neck. “You look sensational.” His lips leave tiny trails of warmth against my goose-pimpled skin.
The girls chose my dress from the many styles submitted to me at Louis’ request. We drank champagne, and I tried on every single designer dress that was sent for me to wear this evening. It was like a competition between the designers as to what I’d wear and with what shoes and accessories.
In the end, I settled on a beautiful Versace emerald green cocktail dress. My strawberry blonde hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and the makeup artist did an all-natural look with bright red lipstick, and of course, sky-high Louboutin shoes.
“You ready?” Louis bites my shoulder. “You look stunning… and those shoes… they’re staying on later when I fuck you into the middle of next week.”
“Y-Yes.” How to get a girl all sorts of turned-on right before she steps out into a paparazzi nightmare, Louis knows all the tricks.
He grins widely then opens the door. The flashes go off, and everyone is screaming for Louis, asking him questions about Elisabeth and Yves.
Louis expertly navigates us through the paparazzi, totally ignoring them, then he twirls me around kisses me. It’s not a Sunday-at-church kind of kiss, it’s a turn- the-thermostat-up-to-one-hundred kind of kiss. The flashes go crazy getting their image of us. I’m a little shell-shocked, but Louis calmly walks us inside the gallery.
“What was that?” I tug on his arm.
“What?”
“Um, that kiss… in front of those vultures.”
Louis smirks and raises his brows up and down. “I’d rather them write about our love than dwelling on Yves and Elisabeth’s drama.”
“I hate it when you’re right.”
“Better start getting used to it because forever is a damn long time.” He smirks again, kisses me once more for good measure, then starts introducing me to all the people standing around wanting to talk to us. Whoops, I mean him.
“Congratulations,” my girlfriends all say in unison while pulling me into a huge embrace.
“You look happy,” Rosie teases.
“I am.” I smile.
“So, Louis and you… are back on again?” Ava asks.
“Yeah. He just declared ‘together forever.’”
The girls all squeal with delight.
“He’s asked me to move in with him after all this is finished.”
“So, you’re moving to France?” Georgia asks.
I shrug. “He said he’d move wherever I choose.”
“Don’t leave us,” Ava pleads.
“Stay in London.” Rosie flutters her eyelids.
“France isn’t really that far,” Georgia adds.
“Let’s worry about that later. Tonight, we need to celebrate all my paintings selling out,” I joke.
The girls squeal again which makes me laugh.
I’m on the biggest high I think I have ever been on.
Nothing could ruin this night.
I take it back.
Something can most definitely can ruin my night.
Toby is here with a big bouquet of red roses, and he’s dressed in a suit. When he sees me, he smiles and waves. I excuse myself from the guests I’m talking to and make my way over to him.
“What are you doing here?” I place my hand on my hip and push it out to the side.
“I’ve come to celebrate your night.” Toby goes to lean in and kisses me, but I take a step back. He frowns as he hands over the bouquet of flowers.
“Where’s your American friend?” I can’t help but enunciate the word, it’s not that I care, but I’m curious.
“We broke up. She was sleeping with someone else at work, one of the executive bosses.” I raise my eyebrow in surprise, but deep down I’m screaming ‘loser.’
“So, you thought you would try your luck with me again?”
“I was a fool, Emmy. You were right. You were the best thing to ever happen to me. And now… now you’re this huge artist. Everyone loves you.”
“So, I’m desirable? Dateable? Maybe even marriage material now that I’m a somebody?”
“Emmy, don’t be like that.” Toby takes a step toward me, but as he does, I feel arms wrap around me and warmth against my neck.
Toby’s eyes widen at whoever is behind me. Who am I kidding? I know exactly