Page 61 of The Alpha King's Heart: His Rejected Mate
"Do you want to go somewhere in the evening?"I asked her and she stopped eating.
"Where?"
"At an art gallery, someone invited me," I said.
"On a date?"she furrowed her eyebrows.
"No,"
"I'm not third wheeling?"
"Not at all, I already have a boyfriend, remember?"I said.
"Okay, it will be fun, I guess, "
CHAPTER 45 You Owe Me
I received an email from Azriel that evening.I didn't know how he got my email address.I did my makeup that evening and got into a white dress and heels.I felt sexy in my dress.I gave the driver the directions sent to me by Azriel.
I met Monique at the entrance of the huge art museum, two men were talking to her.The driver opened the door for me and she smiled, noticing me.
"You look lovely," she told me, and I smiled at her.
"You too,"
We walked into the room and they were about a dozen people already, amazing the different types of art were displayed on the walls.I didn't see Azriel in sight so Monique and I looked around, while I was truly impressed, and appreciated the art, my friend didn't seem to care at all, just drinking the champagne we were served.
"Everything is wonderful, profound and the colors, oh my, Monique, I love it!"
I was standing in front of a captivating black and white painting of a naked side profile of a woman.She was standing under a full moon, two wolves in the distance watching.I was immediately drawn to the picture, clearly, it stood out.There were words on it but I couldn't read them.
"It seems dark and lonely.Are those two wolves about to eat this girl?"she frowned." Kinda looks like your side profile," She said and walked away.
I stared at the masterful painting.It felt so familiar and I was emotional, all of a sudden.Damn, being a woman is hard.My body tensed when I sensed Azriel's presence.
"You came?"he said.
"I was bored," I answered, not looking at him.
"Do you like that one?"
"It feels sad, and deep yet fantastic," I heard myself whisper."I wonder what inspired the artist to paint this,"
"You are drawn to it," it was a statement.I stared at him for the first time that evening; he looked good in his all-black casual clothes.He smelled good too.
"Yes, It's the best one yet," I said, trying to get as much air in my body because it felt like I was losing oxygen.
"I didn't know you were interested in art, Azriel,"
"It's actually-"
Before he finished a tall man called his name " Mr McMillian," We both turned to look at the newcomer.
"Thank you so much for letting us display your pieces, people wouldn't stop gushing over them,"
I was surprised when the man said that, so all these incredible works of art belonged to grumpy Azriel, I couldn't have guessed.In the weeks I've known him, I have never seen him touch a brush or anything art related.
"You owe me for this,"
