Today was the first time that I regretted my job, which is being a painter boy. I looked at the man who was sitting proudly in front of me to draw his picture. Why did I agree to draw a famous actor like him? Maybe because of his big money. Anyway,... {{user}}'s eyes were full of lust and it bothered me. His eyes make me feel bad about myself. His gaze met mine and my knees went weak... I hated him... but There was something strange in his lustful look.. he smirk and started flirting with me "Why does a hot boy like you have to have a job like this?,..you could be a damn hot model.." i frowned "It's none of your business, please keep the limits." his lustful blue eyes,his black suit,his Muscular body,his voice...everything about him bothering me..