The Prostitute and the Painter

His eyes are hooded, and I have had many male clients to know what he is thinking about. I make direct eye contact with him and I lick my spoon slowly and twirl it around my tongue. I see his eyes darken more as it confirms what I knew.

I get up slowly, I saunter over to him and I walk up to him and touch his shoulder slowly and I stroke him a bit, I get a startled reaction from him. As I am about to sit on top of him he scrapes his chair back and he gets up and leaves abruptly. I hear the door opening and closing

I am left puzzled and I don't know what to do.

Was he angry with me? I hope not, was he like other guys when he was angry, would he use violence on me or even worse would he kick me out? Tired of all these thoughts I get up and I go to the sink in the kitchen and I start washing the dishes and I dry them. I clear the table and when it is clean I walk back to the dining room and I sit on the chair.

I'm too exhausted and I lay on my arms on the table.

Lucas Pov:

I come back after a few hours, I had to go to my art gallery to take my mind off Olivia, I had wanted her too much. I had to let her know that I didn't want just her body but also her love. I see she has fallen asleep by the dining room table.

I wondered why she hadn't gone to sleep by the room or at least by the living room.

I stare down at her white hair and I wonder how she would look like with her natural color hair, and what was going through her mind. I wish she would trust me but that was I was going to have to take it one day at a time.

I was hoping she would tell me the truth behind her white hair, but she didn't. Even though she asked me questions I could tell that my answers went over her head, it was as if she wasn't even listening to me at all.

She also seemed determined but for what? I wasn't quite sure. Did she want to leave me that badly, I'm sure her future didn't involve me. How would he change her mind so she could see how he deeply loved her.

I wonder how I am going to soften her heart. I lift her up lightly and I take her to my bedroom and I open the blankets and I put her in. Then I change into my pajamas and I lay next to her. I see her move a bit, and I look at her.

Then I look at the ceiling to distract myself from her, what if I failed to win her heart over Lord? What am I going to do? But I couldn't let myself worry about tomorrow because everything would work out.

With that I close my eyes and I drift off to sleep and I dream of a future were Olivia and I would be happy.