She's A Virgin

AFTER TWO weeks, Andrius received a call from Mr. Johansson’s secretary. According to Marcy, Mr. Johansson’s secretary, the old man wants him to do something. It’s a portfolio of his pictures. Andrius was surprised by the news that Mr. Johansson had a child. And he wanted to ask Marcy about it, but it seemed like the woman was in a hurry.

Since his girlfriend, Beatrice, was no longer busy, Andrius flew with her to Las Vegas a day after Marcy called him. When he met Mr. Johansson again, there was a trace of happiness in the old man’s eyes, unlike before. While eating a delicious lunch, the old man told his sad love story to him. But the old man had already accepted everything and found out that he had a daughter.

When Andrius found out that the old man’s first love resembled his daughter, he was very anxious to see her.

Samantha Marie Johansson was the name. If the mother of Mr. Johansson is beautiful, then his daughter will definitely be beautiful too.

After dinner, Marcy accompanied them to the suite they were staying in. But instead of taking a break, they did something couples usually do when they miss each other—kissing. Besides, it’s been a long time since they have had quality time in bed.

When they entered their suite and closed the door, Andrius hugged Beatrice tightly. Their lips met, and they shared a passionate kiss. And he could feel the eagerness of Beatrice.

She clung to his nape and responded to his kisses with the same warmth and longing. His hands moved around the woman’s body, and when he could no longer bear the heat that enveloped him, he lifted his girlfriend and carried her to the bed.

He immediately took off the woman’s clothes as he took off his mine too. A few seconds later, he was already on top of her on the wide white bed, proving they’d missed each other. So, then, they eagerly reached heaven. And in exhaustion, they both fell asleep.

WHEN Andrius opens his eyes, Beatrice is still asleep. He went to the bathroom and took a shower; after getting dressed, he got out. He went to Mr. Johansson’s office. According to Marcy, the daughter of Mr. Johansson, will be coming late. That’s why he went to a bar to drink something that could make him warm.

While sipping his whiskey, he noticed a girl entering the bar. His eyes got widened when he recognized it. It’s Sam, the erotic lap dancer from Peregrine Club.

Andrius noticed the strange treatment of the bartender toward her, and he almost bowed his head to the woman. Knowing what kind of woman she was, he laughed secretly.

The bartender probably didn’t know the woman, so he gave respect that much to her.

The woman sat down at the end of the counter, and the bartender immediately handed her the champagne. Sam looked at him, and their eyes embraced for a minute. And after that, it seems like nothing happened. It looks like they haven’t seen each other. And they both continued drinking.

Although Sam is a low-class woman in his eyes, he admits that she is beautiful and genuinely engaging. Unlike before, she looks decent now, wearing a black printed flamenco skirt dyed with a purple sheet and a puff-sleeved top. Her hair is ponytailed, and she wears a pair of earrings and the necklace she uses to model.

He couldn’t stop himself from not stealing a glance at the woman. Since he wasn’t being careful, Sam caught him glancing at her. The woman smiled meaningfully. He then responded with a sarcastic one. The woman raised an eyebrow. He stood up and went closer to her.

“You look great.” He looked at the woman from head to toe… and stopped at her chest.

Sam laughed, and he suddenly got back to his senses. She looked at him thoughtfully.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Drinking. I supposed?” She slightly shakes the contents of her glass.

“I know. I mean, what’s your business here?”

“It’s none of your business. Besides, it’s my right to go wherever I want, not yours.”

He laughed to hide his embarrassment. The woman then joined him, laughing. He stopped. She also stopped. He sat down beside her. A few moments later, he dared to break their silence.

“I’m very sorry for being mean.”

“It’s good you know that, Mr. Andrius Novitch.”

He was stunned. How did the woman find out his full name? Yes, he had once been to the Peregrine Club and talked to the manager, Bob, but he did not remember saying his name. And it’s impossible that Dolly gave it to her. The woman doesn’t know his last name too.

The woman stood up. “I guessed we haven’t formally met.” She held out her hand, and he immediately accepted it with his cold hands. “Samantha Marie Johansson.”

“S-Samantha Marie J-Johansson?” he asked.

Sam smile. She took her hand out from his grip and left.

“I THOUGHT you were a good photographer?” Sam asked Andrius, seems insulting. The woman is lying on the soft sofa naked. “Why haven’t you taken a picture of me yet?”

Andrius still didn’t move. He was sitting in a chair near the sofa where Sam was lying. He was holding his camera, looking at the pillows scattered on the floor.

“What?” she asked, waiting.

The man looked up. “This is not what I expected,” he replied in a calm voice. Out of embarrassment, Sam averted her gaze.

Sam got up and grabbed the silk robe hanging on the wooden chair's back. She wears it. She stood up in front of the man, hands on her waist. “Why are you shy? You already saw it, and your eyes almost popped out as you stared at my body.”

“Sam…”

“Damn it!” She turned around and walked away from the man.

“What do you expect? To shoot me wearing a dress?” she laughed bitterly. She faced him again. “Didn’t you say that even if I wrap my body with clothes, I will still look naked? Now tell me the difference?”

The man stood up and set aside the camera he was holding. “I’m sorry, Sam.”

“Sorry?” she walked closer to him, clenched fists as she held back her tears.

“Forgive me,” said Andrius.

“You insulted me, Andrius.” Her voice cracked.

“I did not mean it.” The man held her on both shoulders, but she pushed him away.

“Kneel before me,” she commanded in a trembling voice.

The man blushed in anger. “So, you asked for my presence to prove to yourself that you’re higher than me?”

“Yes!”

The man shook his head. “I will not do what you want.”

“I’m paying you much, Mr. Novitch,” she said.

“I have dignity. And kneeling in front of you is not a part of my work. If you can’t forgive me, fine.”

“You’re rude!” she shouted.

“You are ruder! Even if your whole being is covered with gold now, it doesn’t change the fact that you get naked in front of me to have bread on your plate.” He suddenly grabbed her tightly in both arms. “You still have nothing to brag about to me, Sam.”

“Let go of me!” She punched the man in the chest. “Shameless jerk!”

As she wiggled, the tie of her robe was removed. They both fell. She was lying on the top of the pillows on the floor, the robe opened while the man was on top of her. Silence prevailed. They stared at each other.

Suddenly, Sam’s world stopped spinning. Her body shivered. Her heartbeat quickened. She also felt the throbbing in the man’s chest. The man put his hand on her head with all his might and kissed her on the lips.

Like a statue, Sam let Andrius’s tongue travel the rest of her body. When he reached her delicacy, she suddenly got back to her senses. But she couldn’t stop the horror that was caused then. She then hooked both thighs on the man’s head.

After sipping her nectar, the man’s tongue traveled again to the upper part of her body. He moved his face away for a moment so that his eyes could scrutinize her body. Suddenly, he took off his shorts and his pants. Then went on top of her. She buried her fingers in the man’s back and growled.

Andrius took one of her hands and guided it toward his shaft. “Sam…” the man whispered.

“Andrius…”

He parted her legs and positioned himself on her opening. He slowly entered the sky, and she groaned as his shaft brought pain to her entrance. She could feel its urge… the tickle rushing through every fiber of her being… and the flow of hot blood.

“You’re a virgin?” asked Andrius. He couldn’t believe that Sam was a virgin.

“I can’t blame you if you’re wondering.” She ignored the tears flowing down her cheeks.

‘Now you know, and you were wrong judging me in the first place,’ she thought.

“Samantha,” he muttered, wiped her tears, and hugged her tightly.

She slapped the man. “Leave me.”

Holding his jaw, Andrius slowly stood up, got dressed, and left the room.