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ARLO’S POV

The screaming of a woman’s voice caused me to jump up in shock.

“Oh my goodness, oh my goodness,” she said frantically as tears gathered in her eyes.

She was obviously in shock at what happened the night before, which made me confused.

Why was she acting weird and strange? I thought this was what she wanted? 

Women would always act in a certain way that amused me, which is why I never take them seriously. Worse, after what happened to my mum and the betrayal she got from my dad, I swore never to give into any woman.

Love wasn’t worth it.

It was a freaking façade.

There was never anyone who had given themselves deeply into love that had ever ended happily ever after, so what was the damn point? I vowed never to fall in love, and for years now, I had maintained that without falling for any woman, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t allow myself to enjoy the bliss of being with a woman.

Sex was magical, but love is a farce.

Since I couldn’t love any woman, I have mastered the act of possession and dominance. Any woman I take must be dominated by me. During sex, I always took the lead. Rarely many women had the capacity to handle what I could give, and it always gave me an edge over them.

As for me, women were built to be conquered and domineered.

The shock on her face wasn’t what I had obviously expected. Every woman I have been with before now always woke up with an intense craving for more. They always wanted more because they couldn’t get enough of me, and that was how I liked it.

But she was different.

She was different when I touched her last night. 

She was soft, delicate, and downright innocent.

From the moment my finger located her vagina, I knew that she was innocent, and more, she was the first virgin I was ever going to be with. I had often felt that women weren’t innocent, just like men. The world was filled with men and women always craving intimacy with the opposite sex, so it was always more of a bargain.

A business.

I pay for the hotel room, dominate and give her orgasm, while in return, she allowed me to have unlimited access to her body.

At the end of the game, both parties were satisfied, but that wasn’t what happened between me and her last night. 

When I realized that she was a virgin, I knew that I should have stopped, but I couldn’t. I was far too aroused to stop, and also, she didn’t make it easy for me. She kept urging me on with her tender and feminine voice. Every time she begged me to fuck her, my cock responded rapidly.

It had taken me every will power in me not to take her all at once last night.

I wanted to learn her body, make her ready for me, and see her reach her climax. 

A huge part of me wanted to make her first sexual experience a memorable and lasting one. I thought that it would be the need to conquer her as well, just like I had done to so many women, but I knew that that wasn’t the case. 

I simply didn’t want her to forget a man like me.

Although, what a virgin was doing in my hotel room should have made me question the authenticity of Hawk’s pick.

Hawk was my secret personal pimp.

He knew exactly how I liked my women, and he always ensured that he brought them to me with ease.

“You know the story about me, Hawk,” I always tell him. “Don’t bring a woman to me who is going to cause me more scandals than I already suffered,” I would always add.

The last thing I needed was a dramatic or selfish woman.

I always ensured that not only would they have a good time with me, but they would also leave with a fat check; something they would never get from anyone else. Even though they were mere women arranged for my sexual pleasures, I never treated them like whores, which was exactly what most men did.

The fact that I don’t believe in love does not mean that I women should be treated harshly, so I always warned Hawk not to give me a woman that would force me to treat her badly.

I always warned him to do a proper research, because it would be worse to add a sexual scandal to the one of being illegitimate already.

Keeping my sexual business private was something that I always prided myself in doing.

“Don’t worry about it, Arlo, I got you covered,” he would always said and I have continued to trust him.

But last night, he had had a different thing to say.

“This one I am bringing to you is a little different,” Hawk had said.

“What do you mean?” I had asked him.

“You don’t have to be worried about a scandal, because I am certain that she will not bring you one, but she is very different from the others you have had. Just make sure that you both have a nice time,” Hawk had said.

I hadn’t understood what he meant, but because we have been on this for some years now and he had proven how trustworthy he could be, I simply let him.

So when she had come into the room last night a little tipsy and calling another’s man while I touched her, I had thought that it was the ‘different’ that Hawk was talking to me about.

Usually, that would have been a turn off for me instantly, because being with another man’s woman wasn’t part of my conquest, but something about her couldn’t make me stop.

And looking at her now, I could not tell if I was regretful of last night or not.

She seemed frightened to her bones.

“Who the heck are you?” She asked as fresh tears streamed down her eyes.

I clenched my teeth, deeply annoyed with Hawk; how could he bring me a woman that wasn’t ready? 

It wasn’t even as though she wasn’t ready, she seemed like someone who didn’t know what happened to her, and it broke my heart.

“Who are you?!” She demanded hotly

I opened my mouth to explain myself, and probably tender an apology even though I wasn’t that kind of man, but she beat me to it.

“Oh, lord, you are Arlo Bronson, the illegitimate abandoned child of the Branson family!” She said as realization dawned on her.

Those words alone, which I detested hearing from anyone, ripped my ego into shreds.