The Artist's Billionaire

er best efforts to focus, her thoughts kept drifting back to Alessandro. The exhibition had been a tremendous success, and she felt

She envisioned what it would be like to be with Alessandro, to share his world of luxury and power. The thoug

tive whisper in her ear as he pulled her closer. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck, sending shiver

ies. Alessandro was a billionaire, accustomed to a lifestyle she could barely comprehend. She was just an a

calm, the city lights casting a soft glow through her window. Isabella sighed and decided it was time to get ready for bed. She

the faucet, splashing cool water on her face. She watched her reflection, her mind still buzzing with thoughts of Alessandro. As she brushed her teeth, she couldn't help but replay the

e had had for years. They were comfortable and familiar, providing a sense of comfort that she

arious sizes were stacked against one wall, and her work desk was cluttered with brushes, paints, and sketches. The bed

o. Despite her best efforts, Isabella found herself imagining a life with him. She pictured them traveling together, attending glamorous events, and

ealth and influence, while she had fought hard to carve out a place for herself in the art world. The gap between

ng to banish the fantasies that danced in her mind. She needed to stay grounded, to focus on her work and her

was something about Alessandro that drew her in, something that made her believe that mayb

le to sleep as her thoughts kept drifting back to him. She sat up in bed, her sketchbook

up and saw a message from Alessandro. "Dinner tomorrow nigh

she typed a reply. "I would

s, to protect herself from getting hurt. But the prospect of spending more time with Alessandro

ation would flow effortlessly, filled with laughter and deep connections. Afterward, they would return to his place for dessert, where Alessandro would be the main course. She pictured him leaning in, his lips brushing against hers, their bodies entwined as they explore