The Arrogant Artist : A Billionaire Boss Romance (International Bad Boys Set Book 2)

a story he’s telling me when we hear someone clear their throat behind us.
Gabriel instantly jumps to attention and moves away from me.
Louis is standing in the kitchen doorway, a different woman hanging from his arm than the one I remember giving him a blow job. His face is like thunder as he looks between Gabriel and me.
“Good morning,” I say cheerily. Kill him with kindness I say, but those blue eyes narrow in on me, and silence filters through the kitchen.
“Louis, I’m starving,” the woman beside him whines.
We all cringe at the sound of her nasal voice.
“The croissants are amazing. I had two.” I rub my stomach, and she looks at me as if I’m crazy with her condescending eyes checking me up and down.
“Do you have any idea how much fat is in one of those?” she states with an American accent.
“Um, no.” I’m starting to feel awfully embarrassed at this woman’s tone, she’s making me feel small and insignificant just with a few words.
“I didn’t think so. It looks like you don’t worry about those sorts of things.” Her eyes trail over me again slowly, and her top lip lifts slightly in disgust.
Gabriel drops a plate at her harsh comment and quickly starts to clean up the mess.
I’m stunned. I’ve never met anyone so mean in my life. I can feel the stirrings of utter humiliation creeping through my veins, my whole body is heating, my neck is probably red, and my ears feel like they are on fire.
I will not let this woman intimidate me.
Sitting up straighter, I look at her. “And I also see you don’t worry about being his sloppy seconds.”
Her jaw drops while she rapidly blinks trying to regain her composure. She’s shocked that someone like me would dare fight back with someone like her.
I look over her shoulder, and Louis has a bemused smirk on his face. When his eyes meet mine, his lips quickly form a thin line.
“Gabriel, Stephanie will be taking her breakfast to go,” Louis tells his chef.
The girl flinches.
“My name is Sophia.” Her voice goes up a couple of octaves by the fact that Louis has forgotten her name.
I don’t hide my smile.
“Sorry, my English isn’t so great,” he says in perfect English.
Sophia’s face softens a little. Seriously? She reaches out and lightly touches his chest as she stares up at him adoringly. Is this chick for real?
Gabriel and I give each other a look of ‘what the fuck.’
“I had fun last night,” she purrs, but there’s no doubt Louis’ body stiffens at her words. “You were amazing.” She says the word with extra enthusiasm, while also trying to be seductive.
Louis says nothing. Sophia’s hand moves from his chest down his stomach until her hand squeezes his dick. “You want another round, big guy?”
Louis swallows hard and tries to extract her fingers from his crotch. “No, thanks. Once was enough.” His words are curt, and I can tell straight away that they have cut Sophia. Her whole demeanor changes instantly. As I said, Louis is an asshole. “There’s a car waiting outside for you, the driver will take you anywhere you want to go.”
Wow! What a dick. I’m pretty much speechless at this stage while Sophia is being served some karma.
“Seriously? You’re kicking me out?” Her unpleasant voice booms through the kitchen— I’m sure my ears are bleeding.
“Yes,” he says coolly. “Gabriel, I’d love a coffee.” Louis basically ignores her, which Sophia doesn’t appreciate. At all. She tugs on his T-shirt, forcing him to look at her.
“You’re an asshole.” Sophia pokes him in the chest with her overly manicured fingernail—they are so long she might actually stab him.
How does she wipe herself with those nails? I mean that would have to hurt. She probably has a manservant to do something so menial as wiping her ass.
“You understood it was a one-night thing,” Louis tells her.
“But I let you put it in my ass.”
Oh. My. God. What the fuck! Silence falls across the kitchen.
I choke on the sip of coffee that I, unfortunately, took at the very moment those words came from Sophia’s mouth. I’m trying not to push it back up through my nostrils, but I not sure I can stop it.
Gabriel halts in the middle of brewing Louis’ coffee, the dark liquid falling over the side of the espresso cup as he stares in amazement at the truly obnoxious woman standing in front of us.
Louis looks like he wishes the ground would swallow him whole.
She taps her high-heeled foot impatiently waiting for Louis to respond.
Louis looks to Gabriel and me for help, his blue eyes pleading for some kind of intervention.
“She let you do butt stuff on the first night, you know she’s a keeper,” I say in French to Louis, my little revenge for him being a dick last night. Obviously, my French surprises him, and the blonde sends daggers my way.
“I don’t pay you to sit around and eat croissants. Do your job,” Louis demands in French.
Oh, so this is how he’s going to play me on the first day.
Okay. I’m up for it. I jump out of my chair and smile. “Sophia, if you would like to follow me. I have your I-fucked-Louis-Marchant-and-all-I-got-was-this-lousy-T-shirt ready for you. It comes in a range of colors and styles.” I give her my brightest smile, and Gabriel sniggers behind me while Louis curses me in French.
“You really are a bitch,” Sophia snarls.
“Don’t you dare speak to my assistant like that,” Louis’ voice rises. “Now… it’s time for you to leave.” He points to the exit.
Sophia throws a slew of curses at him, then dramatically turns on her heels and saunters off. Louis scrubs his face in frustration while Gabriel and I burst out laughing. I can honestly say I’ve never seen anything like that before.
Louis glares at both of us. “I’ll be in my studio. You can deliver my coffee in there.” With that, he too dramatically exits stage left.
Gabriel and I burst out laughing again.
“Well, that was