All For Him: A Dark, Forbidden Fairytale Romance by Kelly Finley

Author:Kelly Finley [Finley, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798986622224
Publisher: Kelly Finley Publishing
Published: 2023-04-03T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

I get power from my art. When I’m creating it or when I’m talking about it. This is where I shine.

But I’m not used to this.

My parents are here with their pride and prejudice.

In the past, they supported my art, but not where I created it. They don’t trust “those heathen artist folks,” as they call them. They didn’t want me to go to a prestigious art college, but I got a full ride, and technically, I was an adult, so they had no say.

But tonight, with them here? It’s heaven and hell.

I’ve never been so powerful and popular. And I’ve never felt my parents’ scrutiny or harsh disapproval, not like this.

I’ve been so happy this week. It’s been the best of my life. Everything about me with Silas feels like a dream, almost too good to be true.

And tonight.

Is it?

I didn’t let myself consider the full consequences until now. All I’ve wished for is a future with Silas, for him to want me. And now he does.

But what if my parents find out about us?

Silas is standing with them and his parents. He looks so imposing tonight in his navy suit. His hair is down. The top buttons of his starched white shirt are open, revealing his tan chest, the one I love sleeping on. He even wore dress shoes for me, but it doesn’t matter.

No matter his cool, sleek exterior, he’s everything sex and sun; all you want to do is bask in his heat.

But it makes me nervous, quaking my ankles in these stupid heels I’m not used to wearing.

Because I see the flex in Silas’s jaw, how he’s trying to be a gentleman, trying not to let my parents detect the relationship we’re hiding.

As carefree as Silas prefers to be, he’s sharp; he knows my father is powerful. And I know Silas will always protect me, but he can’t defend me from my parents’ damnation.

No one can.

All this cuts at the edges of my mind while I’m trying to talk to Tim and his sweet wife, along with a reporter asking about my process.

Together, Tim and I share the true history of indigo in South Carolina. Tim shows the reporter his family’s antique mortar and pestle he asked me to use. Then I share some of the secrets to the colors I create, all while my stomach twists, glancing at my parents.

I can’t tell if my mother’s scowl is for Redix and Cade and Silas and their “vile ways,” as mom called it when I took this residency, or if my father’s narrowed eyes can see right through me.

Can he see I’m not their little angel anymore? That I never really was?

My parents always mistook my stillness for obedience.

No. Even though my legs couldn’t, my imagination ran, and my desire rebelled.

Around my parents, I lock my lips tight. Nothing blurts out. Once I told my sister Bethany to “shut up” because she was making fun of how I walked, and my mom overheard me. I got Irish Spring soap in my mouth for dinner that night, and a lesson learned the soapy way.

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