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The truth is, the guy has got me on a string now. Away from the writing, I think of no one or nothing else other than Blake. If the company was even half decent, I could spend all morning talking about him.
“He’s got an exhibition coming up.”
“Oh, wow. Next thing you’ll be telling me he’s an artist or something.”
I hope I sound convincing and there’s not slightest hint of quiver in my voice. I have not heard of any exhibition.
“Not just any exhibit. The word is, the guy is on fire. This is going to be his best so far, and that’s not coming from me. This is coming from his very own agent who says the collection will blow your mind. And I hope that agent is right because I know what this guy does. I can’t wait to go because I know what’s going to be on show. Hey, I don’t get to see it anymore but when this comes on –I can just spend all day, runnig my eyes over all that territory I know so well.
“Man, I know what’s coming and you are going to really light up a lot of sick puppies’ best dreams. And it gets better because you won’t be there. If this guy is any good, you better get used to spending time indoors because every guy who sees you on the street will be able to undress you with his eyes.”
How could Blake do this to me? He promised. He knows how I feel about that picture. When I look at that picture I feel completely exposed, right down to my soul. And more than that Blake has captured my eyes so well. Even when I look at it I can see passion, hot desire and just a flat out yearning for him to take me. Any guy who has even one drop of testosterone in him will know what the picture is about and what was on my mind.
And now Dale, the worst guy ever is talking like he knows exactly what the painting looks like.
“Hey look at that Babe. You’re blushing. Does the blush still go all the way to, you know, that little spot…”
“Get out.”
“Sure. I’m as good as gone but I’ll be seeing ya.”
Once the door is firmly shut, I slide onto the floor and burst into tears.
Blake betrayed me.
Chapter 30
Blake
I turn the music up to full blast and dance around the studio. Can life get better than this?
According to Mateo, some of the most important gallery owners and critiques are going to be coming to the exhibition. This is fantastic news.
I’m all too aware of some of the critiques having written me off over the last few months. Some had said ‘It appears as if the talented young Blake has peaked and is now on the down hill slide. Such a pity, but an all too common occurrence for successful artists.’
I can’t wait to show them. And of course, I can’t wait to show Katherine what she has helped me achieve.
The mere thought of the woman fills me with desire. My cock seems to instantly take on a life of its own the minute any of my thoughts stray into her direction. It will be so beautiful to see her face when I surprise her.
Occasionally I’m filled with guilt at the thought of deceiving Katherine, but since its for a good cause I push those thoughts aside.
The sudden stillness has me stop mid spin. Why had the music stopped?
I find Katherine standing in the middle of the studio.
Now my dick is practically performing acrobatics at the sight of this goddess. It takes me less than three steps to be near her.
To my surprise she reels back when I reach out to touch her. What’s going on?
“How dare you!” Her face is a scowl, like a thunderstorm has taken up residence there.
“What do you mean?” I’m completely at a loss on how to explain her behavior.
“You promised.” I notice the clenched fists by her side. “You promised,” she repeats, this time her voice is a little higher than before. She’s not quite hysterical but does not seem far from it.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
It’s true, I’m not exactly sure what she’s getting at, although I’m beginning to have an idea what has happened.
