All Chapters of The Professor’s Canvas : Chapter 11

~Elena’s POV~The woman’s voice outside the studio door is sharp, cultured, impatient. “Mateo, I know you are in there. Open up before I call building security.”Mateo goes rigid beside me. “Fuck. It’s Isabella.”“Your sister?”“My sister.” He is already wearing his pants. “Get dressed. Now.”I’m scrambling for my clothes when the door opens. Apparently Isabella has a key.She is everything I expected, designer suit, perfect hair, the kind of polished that comes from generational wealth. Her eyes sweep the studio, landing on the drawings covering every surface. Drawings of me. Naked. From every angle.Then her gaze finds me, half-dressed, hair a mess, clearly just fucked.“Ah.” Her voice could freeze wine. “So this is the student.”“Isabella…” Mateo starts.“Don’t.” She holds up one hand. “Just don’t. Father sent me to clean up your mess. Again but I see the mess is significantly worse than reported.”I finish buttoning my shirt. “I should go.”“No, you should stay. You are the reaso