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Chapter 2

The art class was finally over, and the students left the classroom while Lexi got dressed.

“Here is your payment,” Jaxton gave her an envelope with money in.

“Thank you,” Lexi said, feeling a little bit like a prostitute for selling her body.

Lexi made her way out of the classroom, but Jaxton stopped her, “are you not going to have a look at the art students' work?”

“I know what I look like naked,” Lexi said, blushing.

“Sure, but do you know what you like through the eyes of an artist?” Jaxton lured her back in.

Lexi hesitantly walked over to the first easel and looked at the artwork. She moved over to the next and the next until she had a good look at all of them.

“So?” Jaxton asked, wondering what she thought.

“I definitely don’t feel like a prostitute anymore,” Lexi said smiling, walking out of the classroom.

Jaxton wanted to see more of Lexi so he walked over to have a look at his students' work.

Jaxton was a bit disappointed, as not a single student managed to paint anything more than the exterior, a beautiful exterior, nonetheless.

Jaxton placed a clean mounted, ready to be painted on canvas onto his own easel and pulled his bar chair up. With his color palette in hand, he placed three different shades of Williamburg Handmade Oil Paints on his pallet; Titanium white, Cadmium yellow, and Burnt sienna. After getting the perfect first shade to apply as the base, Jaxton gave his first stroke, painting from memory, her breast, full but perky breast. ‘I would love to see her nipples erected and stiff,’ he thought as he painted them relaxed as they were.

After he painted her breast, he painted the rest of her torso down to her navel before painting her face, her intense eyes, her emotionless face. ‘How much I can teach her, she will have so much emotion when I am done with her,’ Jaxton thought, adding a little bit of Prussian blue and Payne's grey to his color palette, mixing little by little before adding it to his canvas, bringing her skin alive.

Jaxton mixed some Raw umber and red to paint her lips, adding a little bit of his skin tone and finishing it off with a hint of Titanium buff on the middle of her bottom lip. ‘What will it take to make her mouth scream my name,’ he thought as he worked her lips a little bit more with his paintbrush.

Once happy with her lips he braced himself to paint her turquoise green eyes that seemed empty but at the same time eager for a new adventure. ‘What secrets hide behind those eyes?’ He wondered as he started to paint her eyes. ‘Does she fuck with her eyes open or close?’ His mind trailed off as he wondered how it will be to have her underneath him, ‘or does she prefer to be on top?’

It was late in the afternoon when a cleaning lady knocked on the door, “sir, it is past five already.”

Jaxton looked at his Montblanc limit addition wristwatch that his mother gifted him a few years back, “didn’t realize the time.”

Jaxton looked at the painting, ‘I should take it home.’ Jaxton has not painted the background or the sides of the mounted canvas, so it was not difficult to transport the wet painting to his car; Ferrari 488 Pista Spider, that his mother also bought him.

Jaxton didn’t mind his parents buying him lavish things as he did enjoy the elite lifestyle, but he would have given it all up to have their time instead. He knew his parents loved him, but they have never been too affectionate. Jaxton didn’t remember how it felt to be hugged by his mother.

‘I wonder if she is a cold person or affectionate?’ Jaxton thought as he drove home to his Penthouse; Eighty-Seven Park Miami Beach, bought and furniture by mother dearest, but his own style; black wood finishes with smooth black on black finishes.

Like usual Eighty-Seven Park was buzzing with socialites and rich people that had nothing better to do than to party their parents’ money away. Jaxton was no stranger to the night scene either.

Up in his penthouse Jaxton placed the painting of Lexi upright against the wall. His walls had a couple of large paintings, non by himself.

Jaxton made himself an Orange Creamsicle Smoothie before making dinner. He added two oranges, a cup of plain yogurt, a dash of vanilla extract, two spoons of honey, and two cups of ice to his blender before mixing it all together and gulping it down as the last meal he had was that morning.

Jaxton started to prepare his dinner; Chicken and Bacon pasta and every now and then the artwork of Lexi caught his eye.

‘I never got her name,’ he thought, pulling up a chair in front of the artwork with his bowl of pasta in his hand. While he ate, he looked at the painting, lustfully admiring every part of her.

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