For You, Anything

Chapter 1:

AVA POV
I've always had a love for art the first time my dad took me to the museum in France. We'd travel all the way from Los Angeles every year just to see the new work that came in. My dad would explain the line work, or the inspiration from each one. And how one day my work would be right next to the infamous Mona Lisa.
After I got accepted at the academy of arts, it was all I focused on. I was in heaven. I met an amazing girl , Maya. She's the CEO of her dad's film production business now that he's retired. But she went to school for Law so she's also a lawyer. And an amazing one at that. And she introduced me to my two other best friends, Marcus, who's a musician. He can play every instrument you put in front of him. He tours with Drake, Beyoncé, you name it. And Elizabeth  but we call her Liz. She's a real estate agent but when we were in school she played the violin. Yeah I know, a basic Asian daughter playing the violin, but I swear she loved it. She just couldn't see herself doing it forever. And found out about real estate after her parents lost their home due to a fire. And now she owns 3 houses in Texas, Virginia, and here in Los Angeles.

And as for me I did exactly what my dad said I'd do. When I hit 21 I became one of the most influential and respected artists in the world and my work was displayed in the Louvre. My dad and mom were so proud of me. And I felt accomplished. After countless hours of non stop sleep to get a piece done and being in and out of the hospital from exhaustion. I did it.
But then my dad got diagnosed with cancer. And it wasn't caught til late. Atleast he didn't tell me til it was. I think they found out while I was away at school. He died on August 3rd, the day after my 22nd birthday. It was the worst year of my life. I stayed trapped in my studio behind the house that my dad built for me when I came back from school and painted til I ran out of paint. I destroyed every single painting I did that day. My mom didn't know what to do. Maya and I broke up due to me closing off from everyone. I stopped painting for a whole year. But after therapy and great support systems,I got back on my horse and painted til I couldn't any more. That day Maya came over and she saw the painting. And showed her dad. He bought it and showed it off to his business buddies and now I'm 25 and the highest growing and paying artists out there. And I know I'm making him proud. Atleast I hope.

Present Day:

"Fuck Ava! I'm," Maya's moans fill the studio as her pussy clenched around my fingers.

"Do it Baby." I whispered in her ear after kissing and sucking all over her neck.

"Fuck, Baby!" She says as I ride her out of her high. And she tenses up when I pull my fingers out slowly.

"I told you I had a meeting!" She says punching my right arm when I collapse next to her on my California king bed.

"Hey it's not like you stopped me." I say with a chuckle, still catching my breath.

She gives a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, well we both know I could never turn you down V." She stands up and starts searching for her right stiletto.

"It's on the dresser." I say nodding towards my dresser on the wall.

"Thanks. And not to say I don't appreciate you for what you just did but I came over here to discuss a client." She says fixing her makeup in the mirror in the bathroom.

"Oh and to think I thought you just  wanted me for sex Maya." I say gathering my clothes and towels to shower.

She gives me a 'you can't be serious' look.
"You know it's never been sex with you Ava. We may not be together anymore but I'm still your friend. And I want you to continue to be successful."

I sigh and chuckle. "Yeah I know Love and I appreciate it more than you know."

"I'm glad." I kiss her cheek and sit my clothes down on the counter. "So the client?"