Bree's pov;
I glared at the lady as she walked away. I can't believe she was touching Kurt's priceless paintings.
Doesn't she know who did the painting?
She's just lucky he didn't see her.
But come to think of it; she was really beautiful. I've never seen anyone as pretty as she is.
What the hell is she doing here?
If Kurt gets to see her, he sure would want to get her on his bed by all means.
I got to Kurt's chambers and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
Despite how close I've been with this guy, I just can't help being nervous around him.
I believe if anyone else is in my position that they would feel the same way as I am.
" Come, in," his cold voice said from inside, and slowly I pushed the door open and went in.
Surprisingly, he was sitting on the bare floor barely having any clothes on.
" What the...?"
Kurt Cobain on a bare floor, with nothing on but his underwear?
I stood and stared at him in shock, I was confused. He was sitting with his legs crossed like an Arabi
