Tainted

Chapter 9

I follow Vincent up a small staircase leading the floor above his studio , forgetting all about the bleeding corpse two floors below .

He told me that we'll have to go to turn in early tonight seeing as I still am required to attend classes . Tomorrow he will be taking me to his printmaker after class .

I wont lie , I am terrified to meet this person .

Someone who is okay with making paint out of blood is not someone you want to be acquainted with .

"I assure you, he is a nice guy ."Vincent shrugs and leads me the top floor which is a really large bedroom with a small kitchen installed in the corner attached to the bedroom with only one door .

"I simply use this to sleep when I'm stuck with a few drafts and need somewhere to stay "he explains and glides across the room to the only door .
"This is the bathroom where you may clean yourself ."

I roll my eyes at his obvious tactic to talk about me naked and cleaning myself." That's what a bathroom is for. "I laugh and make my way to the bed where I fall back and stare up at the ceiling while Vincent take off his coat and other accessories .

If I'm being honest, I'm glad that Vincent is sleeping with me . If I was left alone for even a second , I'd have a breakdown .

"Is it morally correct if I sleep in the same bed as a married man?" I ask honestly as the thought crosses my mind .

"You were okay with it yesterday. "He chuckles and lays down next to me , extending his legs and shifting around to get comfortable.

"I wasn't planning on it."I laugh and shake my head ."It ...just happened. "I mutter and sit up , leaning my weight on my arm as I gaze down at Vincent.
"Either way , you're married and I just dont feel okay with it."

Vincent's eyes roam my face , a blank expression finding it's way on festures.

"I hate my marriage . I honestly wouldn't think twice if I wanted to sleep with another woman. "He expresses and plays with a piece of my hair that drapes over my shoulder . "You're quite the honest one Love."he smiles curtly.

I purse my lips , trying to read his face for any sign of what hes thinking but I cant help but get distracted by his eyes . Those beautiful orbs staring into my soul , leaving me completely exposed to him.

What a beautiful man with too much blood on his hands ...

I pull away from him once I realize what is going on .

Am I...falling for Vincent?

Never. Impossible.

"What's the matter Love?"Vincent whispers as he moves closer to me, his body sitting upright and his legs draping over mine.

This is wrong.

"I -"I pause and look down at the bedsheets . I wonder how many women he has had in this bed if he is so comfortable with the idea of cheating on his wife.
"Am I the first person you've....shown how you make your ...paint?"I ask slowly and carefully, not wanting to be straight forward with my question.

A laugh escapes his lips and he falls back down , his back hitting the mattress as he rests his arms under his head. "Thats not what's bothering you Love. It's okay because I'll answer anyway."he says in amusement.
"Well no you're not exactly."

"Can you please elaborate ?"I urge in surprise. I honestly wasn't expecting a yes .

Who else did he open himself up to?

"I've had an apprentice before . He couldn't take the pressure of my secret and he -"Vincent holds his arm above his head , pulling his arm up in a tug motion while his tongue slips between his lips and hangs to the side.