CEO's Escaping Lover

It was night, and the lights were brightly lit.

Ava Smith was speeding down a mountain road on her motorcycle when her phone suddenly rang. She stopped and answered it.

"The usual place, come find me." The man's voice on the other end was deep and rich, but his tone was extremely cold.

However, Ava was used to it, and she was very clear about their relationship.

He desired her body, and she wanted his money.

"Okay." After hanging up the phone, she saw that it was already past six.

She revved the throttle and rode her precious motorcycle, speeding through several sections of the mountain road, and finally arrived in front of a villa nestled by the mountains and a river.

She expertly took off her helmet and gloves, then walked with a brisk and confident stride into the living room of the villa.

As soon as she entered, she saw the man elegantly leaning on the sofa, sipping coffee leisurely.

In the light, his face was dazzlingly handsome, sometimes almost unreal in its beauty.

Ava didn't speak, picked up the lingerie that the man had prepared for her on the sofa, and turned into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of water dripping came from the shower.

When she came out, Ava had already changed out of her commuting clothes and into a sexy, form-fitting red dress. Her long hair flowed freely, and she instantly transformed from her earlier carefree demeanor into an enchanting beauty.

She walked up to the man, lifted her thigh, and straddled him, revealing a glimpse of her fair thigh under the red dress.

She took the initiative and kissed the man's Adam's apple.

The man, like a long-dormant volcano, suddenly erupted. He took off his glasses, grabbed her neck, and kissed her passionately and forcefully.

His solid chest made her seem even more delicate.

His hands seemed to have some magical power, making Ava unable to resist.

She gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders, letting him explore and delve deeper, seeking the pleasure within her soul.

Perhaps tired of the current position, the man grabbed Ava's slender waist. Ava smiled knowingly and turned around.

He, like a victorious conqueror, held her waist firmly and thrust forcefully.

The man's name was Ethan Davis.

One night, by chance, he saved Ava from a few hooligans who were harassing her.

Ethan, who had never been interested in women, was immediately attracted to Ava.

She had a masculine charm and straightforwardness, yet her eyes were as gentle and beautiful as spring water. These two qualities combined perfectly.

The fragrance she wore was pure and fresh, like the tender leaves sprouting in spring, making Ethan enchanted. He was inexplicably drawn to her, and they naturally ended up in a hotel, beginning this inexplicable relationship.

What he didn't know was that their encounter was carefully planned by Ava.

Her family had gone bankrupt, and her father was seriously ill, all due to her ex-fiancé Tyrone Love's actions. She urgently needed a large sum of money to help her family out of their predicament.

Ethan, the prince of an ancient and powerful family rooted in the capital, Krynden, for hundreds of years, had both the power and wealth to turn the world upside down. As the only heir of the Davis family, he could easily manipulate the elite circles of Krynden.

Ava knew that only this man could help her take revenge on Tyrone and reclaim everything that belonged to the Smith family.

She knew Ethan was not interested in women, but as a natural perfumer, she had created a secret weapon which was a perfume potent enough to seduce a man.

She hadn't expected that a single encounter would succeed, making Ethan crave her body.

Ethan was very generous, giving her a substantial amount of money each time.

She enjoyed the physical and mental pleasure Ethan could bring her.

For the past half a year, they engaged in increasingly deep interactions.

They were wild and thrilling, without exception, every time indulging their bodies and minds.

As usual, they left traces of themselves in every corner of the villa where they could reach.

Desire lingered in the air, finally being released only when they moved from the living room to the bedroom.

Ava checked her phone and realized that it was already eleven o'clock. Unknowingly, they had been at it for almost two hours.

She glanced at the time and then put down her phone.

She thought, ‘This man seems to have endless energy, making me feel as if my body is about to fall apart.’

Ethan changed into a new suit, took a shower, and once again donned his aloof and ascetic demeanor. He leaned against the windowsill, looking down at Ava from above.

His gaze was complicated as he threw a check from his pocket, which he had prepared in advance.

Ava naturally took it and carefully counted the number. It was two million dollars.

Just as Ava was wondering if he had accidentally added an extra zero, Etha spoke in a deep, cold voice. "Our relationship ends here. We don't need to see each other again."

Ava was slightly stunned. "Why?"

Ethan lowered his gaze and leisurely took a cigarette from the coffee table and lit it. The smoke swirled around his face, blurring his handsome features.

Finally, just as Ava was about to lose her patience, he spoke coolly. "Next month, I’m getting married."

"Congratulations." Ava suddenly leaned in, hooked his chin, and kissed his thin lips hard. Her slender hand lightly patted his cheek: "Here's a farewell kiss for you. Bye-bye, sugar daddy."

She waved, picked up her backpack, and walked out with long strides.

The door closed, and the woman disappeared into the night like a shadow, as if the enchanting moments from before were an illusion.

Ava showed no trace of lingering affection.

For no apparent reason, a sudden irritation stirred in Ethan's heart. The cigarette between his fingers lost its flavor, and he extinguished it in the ashtray.

Just like their relationship, it flared briefly like a shooting star, then extinguished in an instant.

The night was silent.

The black motorcycle sped through the night like a spirit, the woman’s long legs straddling it as she dove into the boundless darkness.

The two million was enough to pay her father's medical bills, but to deal with Tyrone and completely restore the Smith family’s fortunes, it was far from enough.

And for all of this, she could only rely on Ethan.

She thought, ‘So, sugar daddy, this is just the beginning.’

The night wind was cold as it brushed past her black helmet like a tentacle slipping into Ava's collar.

It was cold, even her heart felt cold.

But she liked it. Only this way could she stay clear-headed.

The motorcycle reached a building, and Ava took off her helmet just as her phone vibrated.

It was a message from her friend, Olivia Hall.

Olivia was a gentle woman she had met abroad by chance, and they had hit it off immediately, becoming friends. She was now the wife of the owner of Adams Corporation, well-known for being cherished by Alex Adams. They often publicly displayed their affection, making all women envious.

Being the wife of an aristocrat, Olivia was also the source of Ava’s information about Ethan.

Ava read the message from Olivia. [In three days, Ethan's engagement party will be held. Everyone connected to the Davis family will be there.]

Ava replied: [Got it, thanks.]

Then she sent another message. [Could you get me an invitation? And information on Ethan's fiancée.]

Olivia replied: [Sure, no problem.]

Ava parked and went upstairs, falling into a dreamless sleep.

Such a peaceful sleep had not come to her for a long time. It was as if she had returned to the days before she started dating Tyrone three years ago.

For some reason, she thought of Tyrone again. That name hadn’t surfaced in her mind for a long time.

Looking at herself in the mirror, a strong hatred flashed in Ava’s eyes.

She quickly suppressed it. Showing such emotions would not benefit her.

Three days later, Outside the Grand Court Hotel, luxury cars gathered, and men and women walked into the banquet hall arm in arm.

Among them was a figure in red.

The dazzling crystal chandeliers adorned the banquet hall with grandeur and solemnity, casting golden light on the woman's stunning face.

Her long hair draped over her shoulders, and her heroic eyebrows were raised high. Her deep black eyes were outlined, making them long and alluring, with a touch of red on her lips that was captivating.

Despite her low-profile entrance, many eyes were drawn to her.

Especially as she moved, revealing glimpses of her long legs under the burgundy dress, she was extraordinarily enticing.

"What are you doing here?" A voice suddenly rang out.

Ava looked up, her eyes turning icy.

She thought, ‘Tyrone, you scumbag.’

She turned to leave, but he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Ava exclaimed, "Don't touch me with your filthy hands!"

Tyrone asked, "Ava, are you stalking me? Are you trying to get back together with me but too shy to ask, so you're creating a chance encounter here?"