A Night With The Ceo

CHAPTER-FOUR

Ava stood in her small Parisian apartment, the morning light streaming through the sheer curtains. The vibrant colors of the city outside contrasted sharply with the whirlwind of emotions inside her. After days of contemplation and longing, she finally mustered the courage to reach out to Nicholas. He had been kind and encouraging, and she felt a spark of hope that perhaps she could rebuild her life as an artist in this city that felt both foreign and exhilarating.

With trembling hands, she dialed his number, her heart racing with anticipation. The phone rang only twice before Nicholas’s warm voice greeted her.

“Ava! I’m so glad you called,” he said, his tone bright and inviting. “How are you settling in?”

“I’m doing okay, just trying to adjust,” she replied, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. “I’ve been thinking about what you said regarding art opportunities…”

“Ah, yes! I have something in mind. There’s a gallery I think would be perfect for you. They’re always looking for fresh talent, and I can put in a good word,” he said. “How about you come over to discuss it? I’d love to help you get your foot in the door.”

Ava felt a surge of gratitude. “That would be amazing! Thank you so much, Nicholas.”

“Great! Just text me when you’re on your way, and I’ll give you my address.”

After hanging up, Ava couldn’t shake the feeling of excitement mixed with nervousness. She quickly gathered her sketchbooks and a few pieces of her artwork, eager to show Nicholas what she had been working on. The thought of starting anew filled her with a sense of purpose she hadn’t felt in a long time.

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An hour later, Ava stood outside a lavish building in one of Paris's most upscale neighborhoods. The entrance was adorned with ornate details, and a doorman greeted her with a polite nod. She felt underdressed in her simple jeans and a t-shirt, but she brushed off the feeling as she stepped inside.

As she rode the elevator to the penthouse, she couldn’t help but admire the opulence around her. Nicholas seemed to be a rich man born with a silver spoon from his very luxurious building. The doors opened to reveal a stunning view of the city skyline, and Ava took a moment to absorb the beauty before stepping into Nicholas's home.

“Wow,” she breathed, taking in the luxurious décor, from the plush sofas to the intricate artwork that adorned the walls. It was everything she had imagined and more. But as she moved further into the apartment, a strange feeling settled in her stomach. Nicholas had invited her here to discuss her future, yet the atmosphere felt oddly tense. She ignored the feeling. Maybe she was overthinking.

“Nicholas?” she called out, setting her artwork on a sleek glass table. There was no response. She glanced around, sensing that something was off. The air was heavy, and she felt an inexplicable pull to explore deeper into the apartment.

As she approached the bedroom door, she heard muffled voices, laughter, and then the unmistakable sounds of bodies moving together. Her heart raced, a mix of confusion and intrigue driving her to push the door open slightly.

What she saw froze her in place.

Nicholas was in bed, but he wasn’t alone. A tall, muscular man writhed beneath him, their bodies glistening under the soft light. Ava's breath caught in her throat as she watched Nicholas, who was usually so composed and charming, lose himself in pleasure. She felt like she had stumbled into a private moment that was never meant for her eyes.

Nicholas, completely unaware of her presence, was focused entirely on the other man. Ava’s mind raced. She couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. Nicholas, the supportive man who had seemed so genuine, was now in a compromising position that shattered her perceptions of him. As Nicholas thrust deeper into the man, Ava's shock turned to disbelief. She stood frozen, watching as the scene unfolded in front of her.

It felt surreal. This was the man she had hoped would help her launch her artistic career, the one who had seemed so friendly and warm just moments ago. But now, he was lost in a world that Ava never knew existed, one that she had no place in. She couldn’t tear her eyes away; part of her was horrified, while another part was captivated by the raw intimacy of the moment.

The man beneath Nicholas gasped,he kept moaning. Ava felt more irritated. His hands gripping the sheets tightly as Nicholas buried himself deeper and continuously rubbed oil on the surface of his d**k. Nicholas took his middle finger and inserted into the latter's ass continuously and very fast. Ava’s heart raced, her mind swirling with the implications of what she was witnessing. This was more than a secret; it was a revelation that could destroy everything for Nicholas.

Suddenly, Nicholas turned his head slightly, and his eyes met hers. Time seemed to freeze as shock washed over both of them. He froze, his expression shifting from pleasure to horror.

“Ava!” he exclaimed, pulling away from the other man in a panic. The spell was broken, and Ava’s shock quickly morphed into a rush of emotions. She felt a mixture of anger and confusion. How could he have deceived her like this? Why didn't he tell her she shouldn't meet up with him that day knowing fully well he was having a great time with his gay partner?

Without a word, Ava backed away, her mind racing. She turned on her heel and rushed out of the apartment, her heart pounding in her chest. As she descended in the elevator, she felt a weight settle in her stomach. She had seen something that could shatter Nicholas's life and reputation.

Once outside, she leaned against the building, gasping for breath. The sunny Parisian day felt surreal against the turmoil brewing inside her. Ava’s thoughts raced. Nicholas had promised to help her, yet he had hidden a significant part of himself from her. She now held a secret that could ruin him, a secret that weighed heavily on her conscience.

But deep down, a part of her relished the power it gave her. She could confront him, reveal what she had seen, or keep it to herself and leverage it for her own advantage. Ava took a deep breath, wrestling with her emotions. This was a turning point, one that could shape her path in ways she never imagined.

The world felt different now, tinged with uncertainty. As she walked away, her mind was filled with possibilities. She had come to Paris to reclaim her life, but now she was faced with a choice that could change everything.