Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 96046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
I swallowed. “Okay. Well…I’m gonna assume we’re in the clear for now and put the final touches on my last painting before I clear them out in the morning.”
“I’ll miss looking at them.” She grinned. “They make me smile.”
“Maybe I’ll gift you one, if I can’t sell them.” I winked.
Patsy finished her dusting and left me alone to handle my business.
I’d have to pull an all-nighter. I didn’t have classes tomorrow, so I could catch up on sleep during the day. I looked around at my twelve paintings on various easels and sighed. Time to get to work. The clock was ticking.
A couple of hours later, it had to be close to midnight. The staff had gone, and I had paint all over me, my hair tied back in two pigtails.
When I heard footsteps on the marble floor behind me, I assumed it was Benjamin, the butler, who lived in a guest house just off the main property.
But then a gruff voice I didn’t recognize jarred me.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked.
I turned to find a gorgeous man in a wool coat staring me up and down.
CHAPTER 2
* * *
My heart raced as I put down my brush. “Dorian?”
His brows drew in. “Who are you, and what are you doing in my father’s house?”
“You don’t understand. I’m not an intruder.”
“You’re not an intruder, but you’ve taken over this living room with paintings of…” He squinted. “What the hell are these? Monkeys?”
“Yes.” I swallowed. “Twelve monkeys. It’s part of an exhibition I’m doing for school.”
“What the fuck am I even looking at?” He moved in closer to take a look at one of my paintings. “Why is this one wearing a suit?”
I straightened. “That’s the point of the exhibit. It’s called Primates in Power.”
His shoulders shook in laughter.
Placing my hands on my hips, I frowned. “What’s so funny?”
“If I have to explain it to you, I don’t even know what to say.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Christ. Am I dreaming?” He sighed. “How long have you been loitering here?”
“Loitering? I told you. I’m not an intruder. I live here.”
“That’s not possible.”
“It is. I’m Christina’s niece. She’d invited me to stay. I’d been living here for several months before they…” I paused.
“Went into the deepest sleep of their lives?”
“Well, I wouldn’t have said it that way…”
“There’s no clearer way to put it.”
His eyes seared into mine. And suddenly a wave of reality came crashing down on me. This guy had lost everything. While his attitude certainly could’ve been better, he had every reason to question my intentions. He didn’t know me from Adam.
I cleared my throat. “I’m very sorry for your loss. I can only imagine the shock of coming home after everything that happened and finding a stranger here.”
“Don’t forget the monkeys. I don’t know them, either.” His tone softened. “Actually, I…did forget. Benjamin mentioned to me some time ago that Christina’s niece had been living here. I guess I just assumed you were gone by now.” He paused. “I’m sorry for your loss as well.”
“Thank you.”
My moment of relief ended the second he spoke again.
“But it’s probably best if you leave.”
What the hell? Nice to meet you, too. I straightened my shoulders. “That’s fine. But I need a couple of days. Obviously, as you can see, I have a lot of stuff I need to transport. And I’ll have to find another place to stay.”
“I’ll arrange to have movers come to the house tomorrow.”
I wanted to cry. I’d expected to vacate the premises, but not this fast. He was basically kicking me to the curb. “How…nice of you. But I still need to find somewhere to live.”
“I’ll put you up in a hotel until you can find a permanent place.”
“For how long?”
“For as long as you need.”
“What are you going to do with the house?”
“I’m not sure what business that is of yours.”
“Well, this was my aunt’s house.”
“Actually, no.” He glared. “It was my father’s house, and your aunt—God rest her soul—was a gold digger.”
Heat filled my cheeks. “That’s not true. They were in love.”
At least I wanted to believe that.
Dorian laughed angrily. “My father never loved anyone but my mother. When she died, he buried his sorrows in beautiful women. Christina just played her cards better than most of the others.”
“Well, it doesn’t seem like you know my aunt very well, since you think she’s a gold digger—she wasn’t. So, we’re going to have to agree to disagree.” I crossed my arms. “Anyway, the reason I’m concerned about what you plan to do with this place is because I’ve grown to care about the people who work here—Patsy and Benjamin. I’m hoping you won’t fire them. They need jobs. If there’s a way you can keep them around—”
“What’s your name?”
“Primrose Gallagher.”
He nodded once. “Primrose, I literally just landed from Boston. I’m walking into the biggest shitshow you can imagine between having to take over the mess that was my father’s company and the responsibility of this property. I was living a peaceful life before everything went to hell overnight. But I finally forced myself to come here and face it. After a long flight during which I could think about nothing but the mess waiting for me when I landed, I walk into this house expecting it to be empty—only to find it’s been turned into a goddamn monkey museum.” He gritted his teeth. “So, no. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing in the next two minutes, let alone who’s gonna get to keep working at a house that’s basically haunted at this point. So while I appreciate your opinion, not sure I should be taking any advice from a stranger in pigtails wearing a Kill Bill crop top.”