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Helen Green's POV

I stood there looking at one of his many paintings in the hall. It's a picture of a man's face on a broken mirror showing her is broken. I went to see another picture, it's a picture of a man shouting loudly, but no one can hear his pain.

I went to another picture which is a women who is looking out of the glass with her hand on the glass. Her eyes are full of pain which can only be seen, if observed clearly. She is looking out of the window as if she is searching for a help to get her out of there.

I looked at all the pictures around the hall, most of them showed pain. Ninety percent of them are black and white. Only some are coloured pictures. There is not even one picture that shows a person smiling. I wondered looking at his pictures.

Why most of them are in black and white and why most of them shows pain?

I was interrupted from thoughts by Sam calling me.

"Hey Helen... Where are you lost in thinking. I have been calling you for a few minutes now".

"Oh... I didn't hear you calling me. Sorry. It's just that every picture is so perfect", I said looking around the paintings in the hall.

"Yeah... Come on. The auction is going to start in a few minutes", he said and just then my phone rang. I pulled it out of my purse and saw it's from my brother, Theodore.

"Sam, you go. It's from Theodore".

"Okay, come fast. I will standing at the door for you".

"Okay", I said and he walked walked away. Everyone started going inside the hall.

I went aside and answered the call.

"Hey big brother".

"Don't talk Helen! What did I tell you... huh?! To call me at least for every two days! But no! If you keep on breaking the rules like this, I will came there to California and drag you back to our town!", he shouted through the phone that I put it away from ear for a second.

"Bro, don't go all over possessive on me now okay. I am fine. In fact I am happy. You know... I came to Dark Heart's painting auction! I can't tell you how excited I am".

"Well, what can I do. You are living far away from us. We miss you! So you should call at least once in two days", he said in a sad tone.

"Oh... I am so sorry brother. I was just so busy last two days. That's why I didn't call. But you know... I love you all and I miss you guys terribly".

"Yeah and we all love you too-", he was cut off by Jason talking.

"Did you call her?Come on give it to me... Today I am going to take a good class that she will never forget calling again", he said and I rolled my eyes.

"No... First I will talk to her", I hear my father say.

"Shut up you all. I brought her into this world. So, I will talk to her", my mother said.

After that I hear them fighting on the phone. No one talked. Suddenly the line went off. I sighed and shook my head at their behavior.

I turned around to go, but bumped into some one. I was about to fall, but the person caught me. His arms went around my waist and stood me up. I put my arms around his neck to not loose the balance.

"I am sorry... I-", I started to say while looking up. I met his eyes. He looked into my eyes and it was like as if he was staring right into my soul. We stood up and I removed my arms from him neck, as I felt him remove his from my waist.

Standing in front of me is a sexy Greek god. He wore a black suit and white shirt. He is 6'2 height. He has a built body and surely he had a six pack.

"It's okay", he said in his deep, sexy voice and took a step back.

His voice sent chills up my spine. Why am I feeling like this? We stood there for a second awkwardly.

"So you came to the auction?", I asked him. As soon as I asked him that question, I want to hit myself.

"Aah... Yes ans you are?".

"I am Helen Green and you are?", I asked him, but he raise an eyebrow at me arrogantly. Why did he do that?

"I am Dean Patrick". Dean? It suits him.

"It's nice to meet you", I said giving my hand to shake.

"Nice to meet you too", he said while taking my hand and laying a kiss on it. I blushed deep red.

He left my hand and I soon missed his touch.

"So, what painting are you planning to buy in the auction?", he asked.

"Umm... Actually I am not buying. We came here for our boss, who sent us here to buy it. It's a painting of eyes. Only eyes. They contained very much pain in them. Not only that most of the paintings showed pain", I said looking far away. I turned my head back to him.

He is looking at me with a deep look.

"So, what are you planning to buy?".

"I didn't come to buy".

"What?", I asked him confused.

"You will understand when you go inside", he said and before I can ask him what he is saying, Sam called me.

"Helen, come on... we will be late", he said and I looked at him.

"Okay... coming", I said and looked back Dean. He is looking seriously at Sam.

"Is he your boyfriend?", he asked and I can hear a hint of anger in them.

"No. He is my best friend".

"Oh. Okay. See you inside", he said and before I can say anything, he left and went back in the opposite direction.

I looked as he disappeared in the end of the hallway and turned back to go to Sam.

We entered inside and sat in the third row of right side. The front row is for the chief guests and Dark Heart. I am going to see him in real!

Our boss send him to buy a painting of one of these. I saw the painting. It has only eyes. Beautiful eyes, but yet in the depth of the eyes, there is pain, which can only be seen if keenly observed.

Sam is my best friend, he knows I like the paintings of Dark Heart. Dark Heart is the man who has drawn these paintings. I am big fan of his paintings, but was never able to see them in real or see him in real. I am so excited now. I have seen his paintings really.

The auction started and one by one chief guests arrived slowly. I eagerly waited for Dark Heart, to see him. At last he arrived, but I can't see him, due to people standing as he came and all heads covered him. With my 5'4 height, I am not able to see him.

Everyone sat down and I sat down too. He sat in the left side, first row. I sighed. I can't see him.

I kept looking at him. It's like my eyes are glued to him. He sat there, three rows in front of me, the first bench, in the side row.

He wore a dark black suit. His right leg is on his left leg. His gaze is focused on the stage as the auction of his painting is going on. I can't see his eyes, but I can see the side of his face from the river of people blocking my view.

He has a five'O clock shadow jaw. But I can't see his whole face. He looked impatient as if he want to leave. He looked like he is not even interested in the auction. But why it's his own painting that is being auctioned.

My eyes didn't leave his appearance for a second. Suddenly I felt like I want to go there and sit beside him taking his hand in mine. Why am i feeling like this?

I saw as he tap his fore finger on the wooden chair that he sat impatiently as if he wants to leave right now. Why? His aura oozes darkness. I want to look at him clearly. But the view is not clear.

He suddenly turned back and started looking here and there, as if he was searching for someone. As if feeling by gaze on me, he looked at me and out eyes met. He smirked as if he got what he was looking for. I am shocked of what I saw.

Dean?!

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