Arranged love

Three hours later, they’re all still here. We’re getting things in order for Titan and Emilee’s wedding. It was something I didn’t think I’d be able to pull off, but just like Jasmine had said-these girls are ride or die bitches.

It reminds me of how grateful I am to have had Alexa there for me for all those years and me for her. We’ve been through a lot of shit together. And although I’m no longer with Grave, I hope that these women stay my friends too.

I look up when the bell rings on the door. “Hello. I’m looking for a Miss April Davis.”

“That’s me.” I lift my hand.

She hands me a rectangular box, it’s longer in height then it is in width. But not very thick. “Whoa. It’s heavy.”

“You have a great day, miss,” she calls out, exiting.

“Who is it from?” Alexa asks, already picking up the scissors on the counter.

“It doesn’t say,” I answer, setting it down and taking them from her. I cut the places that are taped and open the top. Reaching in, I grab the contents and pull it out.

Alexa gasps.

“Wow!” Jasmine states.

“That’s gorgeous,” Haven adds.

“Who drew that for you?” Emilee asks, taking the framed 20×30 picture from my hands.

I stare off at the front door where the lady walked out. My heart beating wildly in my chest. “I did.”

“Cross is a tattoo artist,” Grave tells me.

“He is?” My eyes widen while I straddle him naked. We haven’t left my house all weekend. After our dinner, we came back here. You know when you sleep with a guy for the first time, and it can be awkward afterward? Like is he going to leave on his own? Or am I going to have to go crazy on his ass, so I don’t have to put up with him again? It’s not like that with Grave. Not only is the guy hot and great in bed, he has this relaxed vibe about him. Just a go with the flow type of personality. And I like it. He’s easy to talk to and he seems truly interested in what I have to say.

He nods. “Yep. He has a shop inside of Kingdom. If you were to draw him what you want, he’ll do it for you.”

“That would be so cool.”

His hand goes behind my neck and pulls my chest down to his. “It would be,” he whispers against my lips.

“Will you help me?” I ask, lifting my hips to reach between our bodies.

He groans when my hand wraps around the base of his cock. “Whatever you need,” he promises. His right hand finds its way into my already tangled hair.

“Help me decide what tattoo to put where?” I arch a brow. I wasn’t lying to him. I’ve always wanted a tattoo. But you hear how addictive they are, and I was afraid that once I started, I’d never stop. I love all of his. How free he must feel to express himself with such beautiful art.

That’s why I paint on vases-to express feelings. Wants. Needs. My thoughts. It’s like cleansing the soul. I want to know that feeling.

“Absolutely.” He licks his lips.

I sit up and release his dick.

His arms fall to his sides, and he lets out a growl of frustration.

“Let’s do it. Right now.” I go to jump off the bed, but he grabs my arm and yanks me down onto my back. His hands push mine above my head while he straddles me.

“First, I’m going to fuck you.” He gives me a grin, and his eyes drop to my chest. “I need to learn your body before we draw it.”

“You should know it by now.” I laugh.

I blink. It’s my drawing. I took a white canvas I had in my spare art room at my house and painted myself on it. It’s got my purple hair, with a full face of makeup. It’s how I always wear it, black eyeliner, my lips match my hair and I have my septum piercing in. Ink covers my neck, multiple colors of pink, blue, and purple petals. I drew myself topless, but have my arms crossed over my chest to cover up my breasts, pushing them up in the process. Vines the color of night wrap around and up my arms to my shoulders. Red roses cover my upper chest that look like they’re floating on top of a crystal blue lake.

“I love that,” Grave says standing behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest.

I tilt my head, looking at the canvas. I just started drawing random things on my skin since I had my portrait painted. “I think it’s too much. The water looks out of place.”

“No,” he disagrees. “They match your eyes perfectly.”

The water fades at the end of the canvas. I chose to only paint from my crossed arms over my chest and up. But every inch of the skin I show is covered in something. “He kept it,” I whisper, my throat closing. I hadn’t looked at it since I drew it over a month ago. “How did he …?”

“Who?” Jasmine asks.

I would have never had the balls to go through with them. That’s why we did this.

“So you know what you’d look like if you ever decided to wear your own art.” He had said.

Tears sting my eyes. “Grave.” I swallow. “I drew this with Grave. He must have taken it with him and framed it.”

“It’s gorgeous,” Alexa tells me. “That was very nice of him.”

It was. “I don’t know if I should shatter it or hang it.” I sniff.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“Definitely hang it.” Emilee shrieks as she rips it from my hands.