The Erotic Artiste

CHAPTER 18

In celebration of their debut in the world of public art and Evelyn's first significant sale, Akeno and Andréas decided to mark the occasion by taking Evelyn and the other new artists to a prestigious and well-known club in the city. This exclusive venue, typically inaccessible to them, except for perhaps Sebastian, welcomed them graciously. They were personally greeted by the club owner, entering a lavish setting filled with lively music, affluent patrons, and top-tier models. As expected, they were escorted to the VIP sections, where a table awaited them, offering a commanding view of the activity below.

"Enjoy your evening; it's all on me. Things will only improve from here," Mr. Hiro reassured them as they were presented with the finest selection of drinks.

Both male and female models were brought to their table, each one exuding elegance and charm.

"This is what I've been waiting for!" Paris exclaimed with glee, standing up to dance with one of the handsome, shirtless men.

Before long, most of the group found themselves on their feet, caught up in the music and the overall upbeat atmosphere. The exceptions were the composed Akeno, Evelyn, and Andréas, engrossed in attending to pressing work emails and messages on his phone, too preoccupied to join in the dancing.

Evelyn held her glass delicately, savoring each sip thoughtfully, realizing that getting tipsy was not going as planned. If Imani had been there, she might have felt more at ease to let go. Nonetheless, she found herself amused by the entertainment her companions provided, laughing intermittently.

At one point, she cast a glance across to where Akeno sat on the other side of the couch. The billionaire appeared relaxed, leisurely sipping his drink while observing his new artists' enjoyment on the dance floor. Evelyn found herself admiring him; in the soft, dim lighting of the club, he looked strikingly handsome.

Akeno lounged on the sofa, legs casually apart, having shed his coat and tie. The top buttons of his white shirt were undone, offering a glimpse of his chest. She recalled the night she had seen his well-defined, bare torso when she had been his audience in that crimson room.

Suddenly, memories of that night flooded her mind. Lost in thoughts, her gaze fell to his lap, noticing the way he sat with his legs spread and the slight bulge in his pants. She remembered her intense desire to see more of him while he had sex with Leticia, the performer, intentionally keeping his manhood concealed from her curious eyes.

'What are you thinking, Eve?'

Her longing for him surprised her, a desire so intense it caught her off guard. Despite the unspoken connection between them, its nature remained ambiguous. He had kissed her intimately in various ways and places, yet she craved more. She was ready for further intimacy. But how could she convey this without appearing overly eager or weird?

Lost in contemplation, she raised her gaze from his crotch, only to find the billionaire intensely watching her, a mix of surprise and embarrassment washing over her. Their eyes locked, causing her breath to hitch. His expression remained unreadable as he raised his glass to his lips, savoring his whiskey. The tension between them was palpable, thicker than the shisha smoke that filled the club.

Their little moment soon came to an end after Akeno had to avert his gaze when Andréas addressed him, causing Evelyn to reluctantly shift her attention away from him, focusing on her glass instead.

"I have to leave," Andréas informed Akeno, prompting a surprised response.

"Already?" Akeno questioned.

"Yes, I have a few more things to go through for the acquisition of that firm I told you about," Andréas explained.

"Ah, right. Alright then, you do you, André," Akeno replied casually.