Wicked Destiny by Tiffany Stevens Read Free Book Online

of the sofa drinking our coffee.
    “Well , I just wanted to say I’m sorry and I’m just across the hall if you ever need anything.”  He got up to leave and now I was ill.
    “Wait— you came over at nine in the morning to say I’m sorry and you bring coffee?”
    “Well, yes. Is there something else you want to talk about?”
    “No, but you woke me up .  And now that I am up, you are responsible for entertaining me.”
    “I have a l oft that is in need of unpacking.” He raised his eyebrows as I thought about his loft.
    “I don’t know. I barely know you. You aren’t going to, like, tie me up and do anything crazy to me, are you?”
    “I’ll only tie you up if you ask me to.” He was laughing and smiling at me as I turned red.
    “Hold on, let me put some sweats on.”
    Viktor waited for me in the living room area. The Loft was all open, so I could actually keep an eye on him and make sure he wasn’t a creeper. All I did was slide on a pair of sweat pants, and then grabbed the matching jacket. I left my white cami on that I wore to bed. Sliding on my socks and shoes, I realized it was the first time, since Declan, that I had been dressed so comfortably in front of a guy. I walked back into the living room and found him looking at a painting, my painting. It was the one I’d painted of the lake that was outside my balcony, and where a girl stood looking across at a cabin. Her back was to you so you couldn’t see her face, but there was a reason for that.
    She was heartbroken, and she was me.
    “Do you like it?” I asked, smiling as he took in the sight of me in my non-work clothes.
    “Actually , yes, I do. I don’t really have an interest in paintings, but this is great. Is the artist local?” 
    “I would say so. I have several pieces by her.”
    “ Her , huh?  Well, whoever she is I hope she resolved her issue.”
    “Why do you say that?”
    “There is a touch of sadness to it.”
    “I thought you didn’t know anything about art.”
    “I didn’t say that. I said it doesn’t interest me. And it doesn’t take a genius to see it. She is obviously longing for something.”
    “I never thought of it that way. Are you ready?” I said, desperately wanting to change the subject and get out of there.
    “Sure.” Viktor smiled and we were off.
    I followed Viktor to his loft where it was in complete chaos. There were boxes and furniture everywhere. I couldn’t figure out where to start first. So, I suggested that he help me find all his kitchen stuff so I could get it sorted. I figured he could work on his bedroom stuff. While I was unpacking, I noticed the expensive cookware from Bed Bath & Beyond and from all the infomercials. He couldn’t possibly use all of this, but then again, he probably could. Once I was finished with his kitchen, I found a docking station for an iPod or iPhone. I figured it was too quiet, so I placed my iPhone on it and turned it up really loud. Linkin Park’s “Papercut” was playing.
    I then started on his living room. In his loft he had built in shelves, so I started stacking all his CDs and DVDs on them. There were no pictures of family or friends in any of the boxes. It was strange to me.  Oh, well, everyone had their own issue. I know I did. 
    Everything seemed very black and white , or maybe because everything was black and white.  Looking around, I noticed that all the kitchen appliances were black; his kitchen table was black with white cushions. His couch and love seat was black leather with white pillows. The entertainment center…black. His coffee tables with the matching end tables were black. There was a black and white checkered rug under the coffee table. Looking into his bedroom area, I noted his comforter set was black with black curtains. What was this guy’s deal with color?  Viktor walked out of his bathroom to find me looking at his room.
    “Find anything you like?” He flashed me a grin and I blushed.
    “Actually , no.” And I walked