BEWITCHED BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER 2 : Colourless Life

MASON KNIGHT'S POV 

My hands are moving across the canvas aggressively taking out all the frustration, anger and anguish that remains buried inside my heart for the past eight years.

Dammit ! Why can't I get that woman out of my head, all I had thought for the past eight years is about her sexy body, her beautiful straight black hair, her pink plump lips, her mesmerising green eyes, her melodious voice, her angel like face and the one night of passion that we both shared.

Ahhhhhh ! I am so frustrated with my heart which always gets these mushy feelings when my stupid brain  comes up with all these thoughts and images of that woman, that one woman who captured my heart in a single glance and conquered my brain in a single night, and then left me in the morning after the life altering passion we shared taking my heart and the sanity of my brain.

I have never been the type of man to date, I had always been the type of man to have flings and one night stands until now but that one beautiful woman have changed what I have known all my teenage and adult life, that too in only one night.

She has not only managed to dominate my mind and heart but also managed to keep me celibate for the last eight years just by always being on my mind. I had honestly tried dating other woman but failed because no one was her and this angers me, she left without a goodbye even after experiencing the other worldly chemistry and passion that we shared, even after I showed her this was more than a one night stand, she left, leaving me heartbroken and incapable of seeing other woman.

I am THE Mason William Knight, first born son of the king of business world and owner of THE Knight Corporation- Mr Alexander Lorenzo Knight and the heir of the Knight family. It is a different story that I and my father don't get along well because of our different thought process and different career choices, you see being the first born son comes with lot of responsibilities and the burden of running the family business and taking forward the family bloodline but I had other plans for myself.

Family business never attracted me, I always knew I had to be a painter and live my dream life-full of colours, brushes, canvas and me in my cover all, there was never a need for anything else, until now. The need, want and passion for that woman surpasses my all other needs, wants and passions.

It hurts not being able to find the only woman that had made me want to marry and have kids with her, I have tried everything in my power to find her, I have even hired the best private detective agency to help in finding her but having nothing but only a sketch of her, that too drawn by me is not enough to find her but still I am trying my best because I can not give up on the only woman who is capable of making my heartbeat go crazy.

I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth as the heir of the knight's, the richest family in the whole world. Growing up, I had everything which others could only dream of but being the first born son came with restrictions, my father had already set my future in stone- be twenty five, take over the business, marry a rich society wife and then produce heirs to carry forward the bloodline but I had always been a rebel, so I disowned the family business and took up a career that I was passionate about.

The Knight corporation is our family business, built and expanded by my ancestors this business has been in our family for generations and all the men in our family were born businessmen but I was not, I have always been a rule breaker and a rebel in my family and I am proud of that.

My mother Liliana Willows who once world knew as Liliana Alexander Knight and now knows as Liliana Russo was the main reason for my rebellious attitude and rule breaking traits in my genes.

You see she had been born in a middle class conservative and orthodox family who were against her career choice of being a supermodel but still she went on to become a world famous supermodel of her time and had also been crowned Miss World, all thanks to her rebellious attitude.

It was in the after party of that beauty contest that my parents met and fell in love with eachother. After their marriage my mother had taken the role of a homemaker and a working woman but it was not liked by my father who had wanted her to become a perfect trophy housewife after my birth and giveup modelling to take care of me, him and the Knight household.

She was asked to sacrificed her dreams, those dreams for which she even fought with her own family and she obviously refused to be kept locked in the house as a trophy which led to serious arguments between my parents and these arguments resulted in a divorce between them. I was only three when they separated and was not aware of what was going on around me. My father obviously won my custody with the agreement that my mother can see me whenever she wants and whenever I met my mother she always told me to fight for my dreams which I have done and am still doing. 

God ! I miss my mother and her inspirational lectures so damn much.

My parents remarried after their divorce, my father got himself a perfect trophy wife- Mrs Rachel Alexander Knight, who was happy in being a housewife as long as she could spend my father's hard earned money in her useless shopping and throwing so called 'hot and happening' parties every other day. My mother, on the other hand married a world famous fashion photographer- Mr Nickolas Russo, who understood her dreams and her feelings and supports her in all her endeavours.

I am happy for both my parents, they found their dream partners who are perfect for them. My parents started their own separate families and gave me four half siblings- Alessandro Alex Knight, Genevieve Ivy Knight, Nathaniel Russo and Addilyn Russo, although my step-siblings from my father are not too fond of me.

I am happy for my parents but I can't help but be jealous of my half-siblings for the perfect family they have and this makes me more than desperate to have my happily ever after with the woman of my dreams. Once I found her, I am never letting her go.

I was happy with my life-I become a internationally acclaimed painter disowning the family business and pissing my father off, reached where I am with no one's favour or support and started making millions and billions from my paintings. I had everything I dreamt of bought by my own hard earned money- a luxurious house, two penthouses, many luxurious cars, a closet full of branded clothes and a dressing table over flowing with all the branded men cosmetics but I don't have a single person to share all these luxuries with and I was okay with this fact and being alone until a certain woman who I happened to have a one night stand with came along and turned my world upside down.

The past eight years were busy as hell, I spent all my day and the most of my night making and selling my paintings, visiting various art galleries, attending opening ceremonies of art galleries as the chief guest, avoiding my parents and the awkward family dinners and thinking about my life with my dreamgirl. The sudden insomnia that I have developed in the past eight years has now become a part of my life because no matter how tired my body was after a hectic day of work, for the past eight years my nights were always the same- lying in bed awake staring at the ceiling and lost in the thoughts of the most beautiful woman on the earth and the night that we spent together and the future that we could have had.

I have made peace with the fact that I will only have a peaceful sleep when my woman will be in my arms and I am waiting for that day when all my late night dreams will come true. It hurts more than I would like to admit, to not know if she is waiting for me or want to have a life with me, hell I don't even know for a fact if she remembers me at all, afterall I was just a one-night stand for her.

It is strange that a woman whose even name I don't know yet I dream of a future with her, is messing my personal and professional lives and has consumed all my thoughts for the past eight years and I am unable to understand.....why ?

Although I know the answer to this 'why' but I don't want to admit this truth especially to myself because it will only hurt my already broken heart more and my fragile heart can't stand any more hurt, afterall I don't know anything about her, for all I know she could be married with a bunch of kids.

This thought hurt...very much so but I am determined to be positive about everything and hope that fate is on my side because it was fate that brought us together in the first place.

With all these thoughts in my mind I managed to complete my painting and I let out a tired breath, more tired from my exhausting thought process than the aggressive use of brushes. 

I stared at my creation but felt nothing, it was as if that woman had robbed me of my capability of feeling for things other than her. I remembered when I made my first painting and the joy I felt but now I don't feel the same joy I once felt when I painted, the reason for my slightest smile for the past eight years is the most beautiful night of my life and the most beautiful woman in the world.

I sighed well aware about the control the woman has on me. My parents are worried about me though my father barely ever shows it, they know something is going on and even suspect that a woman is involved but I keep them away from my personal life because I am not the one to share my feelings with anyone be it my parents, even my mother is kept away from this important part of my life no matter how much I love her.

I let out another sign and decide it's best to head back to my penthouse, there are lot of tasks waiting to be completed back there, mainly because I refused to have servants there after everything that happened eight years ago as I have filled my penthouse with the memories of my woman and that night and I refuse to share them with anyone. I remove my cover all and wash my hands  then Iwalk out of my art studio and ask the guard to securely lock the gates and head to my car. 

It doesn't take long to get back at my penthouse. I opened the door and stepped inside the place where I spend my night, though it is the closest place that I can call home it doesn't feel like it. I walk to the living room and slump on the couch looking at the paintings adorning the walls. The paintings are of the woman of my dreams all painted by me, some of them showcases the first time I saw her- dancing at that club but most of them are from my dreams that showcases our happy life together, a happily ever after that I am determined to achieve. 

I release a dreamy sigh looking at the paintings and head to my room to freshen up and chance into more comfortable clothing. My room is filled with more paintings of my dreamgirl but they are from the night of passion that we shared, I had painted these while remembering the night- the sounds she made when I pleasured her, the priceless expressions on her face and the sated expression that she had after we finally decided to sleep for the night.

I quickly freshened up before these memories again catch up to me because there is a lot of work to be done here and the night is still young, there is plenty of time for reminiscing and dreaming about my woman because neither am I running anywhere nor are these memories and hopeful dreams fading away for the rest of my life.

It is the irony of my life, a Painter is living a colourless life.