Episode Seven: So Many Voices In My Head

Downstairs, Diam poured himself a glass of whiskey on the rocks.

The hand wound around the glass was shaky. He gulped down his whiskey, loving the burning sensation it gave his throat. Carefully, he placed the glass on the counter.

"A virgin." Diam mumbled. The thought of it was unnerving. Though, he was a virgin, it wasn't that big of a deal compared to hers. Damn, how he fantasized what his first time would look like! Who the lucky girl would be. Right now, he can't think of her as lucky. She'd winded up with an aloof bastard such as himself. Her luck was an ill one.

But there she was in his room. The logical reaction would be to cancel the contract and send her home. It was logical, but a thought he dreaded.

Dane Diam wasn't sure why, but the thought of letting her go scared him shitless.

She was everything he was meeting for the first time and had zero knowledge about. Fragile. Naive. Innocent. Virgin. But he couldn't kick her out. He just couldn't. What a self-harm it would be.