Chapter 4

"Remove the undergarments also." Nicholas demanded. The words were out of his mouth before he could think of them. He could see a hint of that soft, pale skin, and it tempted him.

He wanted more. No, he needed to see more, and that was why the words were spilling out of his mouth.

Mary looked at sister, Martha, in question, her eyebrows raised. Was this in accordance with the Bible? She had wanted to ask, but she knew that would earn her a slap from the good sister for being so disobedient.

No man had ever seen her in such a state, and now this man had just demanded it.

Sister Martha gave her a nod, urging her on. The sister had no idea why Nicholas wanted to see Mary naked; no client had ever asked for that. But she couldn't risk having him walk away without settling for Mary.

They were offering her a whopping sum of $50k  and she would be dumb not to accept it.

"Go on, Mary. Don't keep the young man waiting."

Mary did as she was told and began to remove the black undergarment that she had on. It was a long satin dress that stopped up to the knee.

She heard her sharp intake from the young man, whose name she had yet to know. He seemed to be having issues with his breathing. Mary thought.

"Fuck." Nicholas exclaimed as she dropped the undergarment on the floor. She was fucking beautiful. She had on a black plain pant with fucking grandma pants.

On her chest were two succulent fruits that spilled out of her too-small bra. Her breasts were full and pale and creamy, and he wondered if they would turn red if he bit them. "Fuck." He whispered again, but this time to himself. "Turn around, Mary."

This time she complied quickly and was turning around so he could see her well. Nicholas' eyes widened by half a quarter as she turned her back to him.

"This is the one for him." He had no doubt about that now. She seemed to have been blessed by the goddess herself; she was a little on the slim side, but those hips and ass he was seeing were anything but slim.

Nicholas prides himself on being a man of variety; he has slept with a lot of girls, so he knows their body shapes now. And Mary was just too perfect. She was well shaped and had a beautiful figure.

She also had full hips that could make any man lust after her. In fact, Mary was perfect. He would have to thank his father properly for choosing Mary. He knows his taste well.

The girl would be the death of him. He was going to tell her to remove her panties, but then he remembered that they were still in the midst of sister Martha, so he held his breath.

"You can cover up." He told her, and both Mary and her sister Martha sighed in relief. Sister Martha had been noticing the way the young heir had been looking at Mary, and it seemed like he was having trouble controlling himself.

She was grateful he didn't decide to act on his impulse, or that would have ruined everything. "So what do you think, Nicholas?" She asked him, and he sat up, straightening himself.

"I think I will go with Mary. My father already made the choice, and I see no need in disobeying him." He replied, still eyeing his wife-to-be as she put on her habit.

When she put on the long dress, she looked innocent, unlike the person he had just seen. The habit does have a way of hiding people; no one would have imagined that under all that dress she had a body to die for.

"Alright. I will get her ready for you. Your father has already made a down payment, and he said that if everything was successful, he would complete it. So I would assume that he can go ahead, right?" Sister Martha said, and Nicholas nodded awkwardly.

He didn't find it right that they were discussing the mode of her payment while she was still in the room. He may not be a saint, but he didn't think that was right.

He looked up at Mary in a bid to apologize for or excuse the sister's behavior. But she had her head bowed to the ground, trying to appear invincible. At that moment, he felt pity for her.

But that was when Nicholas's eyes caught the scarves that she had on. He had been so distracted by her body that he didn't know that she had her hair in a hair tie.

"May I see your hair, please?" Nicholas asked, and Mary looked up sharply, almost spraining her neck. She didn't know if it was the request itself that she found ridiculous or the fact that he asked politely to see it.

But either way, she took off the scarf and shook her hair free. One thing she has always been proud of is her hair. It was unusual, especially given that she lives in a convent. But she liked it. She had always been forced to cover it because apparently it was not decent for a woman's hair to be exposed.

"Wow." Nicholas exclaimed as Mary's hair fell down to her shoulders. It was long and looked so soft and silky. He could imagine dragging her hair as he pounded into her from behind, and that got him drooling. But what surprised him most was the color.

She had blonde hair, and he was surprised because he knew that having bleached hair was frowned upon in the convent, but he wouldn't see any dark roots. Either her hair stylist was very good or she was a natural.

But he wasn't one to jump to conclusions, so he found himself asking her, "Did you dye your hair, or is all this natural?"

"I have never..." Mary started, but sister Martha interrupted her rudely.

"Dying of hair is highly frowned upon here, so this is all natural. Thank you, Mary; you may go now." Sister Martha interrupted, dismissing Mary.

"Yes, sister," Mary replied as she scurried out of the room. As she ran past the corridor to her room, she wondered if the man liked her hair like that.

There have been several attempts for her to dye her hair a more natural color, but that was one thing she was firm about. She refused no matter how they threatened her, so eventually they left it altogether and let her be.

Meanwhile, back in the room, sister Martha and Nicholas were still there, trying to finalize all the plans.

"What about her family? What are they saying about this?" He didn't know who her family was, so he would at least like to get in touch with them so they could start preparing for the marriage.

He doesn't think he can wait any longer. He needs to have the girl right now.

"Aren't you aware? Or did your father not tell you?" Sister Martha asked Nicholas in puzzlement.

"No." He replied, shaking his head. His old man hadn't said anything to him. He had just told him to go check out his wife and given him an address.

"Oh." Sister Martha shook her head. "She is an orphan, as are all the girls that have been here. A lot of them, including Mary, have been dropped on our feet since she was a baby, and this is the only home and family they know.

"Oh, that is sad." Nicholas said in a soft voice, feeling guilty as he asked. No matter how much he didn't like his father, he couldn't imagine growing up without him in his life.

"Yeah, it is. That is why we preach abstinence because young girls would go get themselves pregnant and be dumping it on the sisters to take care of their bastard child."

Nicholas looked sideways as she began her sermon. He wasn't innocent in this case, so there was nothing he could say. "Well, look at them; they all turned out good." He countered, trying to find a middle ground.

"All thanks to the sisters here and, of course, Mary, our mother. That is why we are very strict on discipline and abstinence."

Nicholas didn't want to aggravate her any further, so he just kept quiet and allowed her to talk. He couldn't wait to be out of here so that he could go enjoy his singlehood before he became a married man.

"Alright sister. I will have to take my leave." He glanced at the watch he had just gotten last month. It was another of his new collections, and it cost about $500 and was a limited-edition Rolex. It's definitely one of his best collections.

The short hand was at 5, and the long hand was just a little shy at 6. He had spent nearly two hours here.

"Thank you, Nicholas. Do greet your father for me, and tell him that we would be expecting the balance."

Nicholas rolled his eyes as he heard that she didn't really care about Mary. She was just in it for the money.

"No problem; I will inform him." Nicholas bade her goodbye, and with that, he entered his car and drove off the highway.

"Yo Cam. We need to talk." He sent a message to his best friend before he drove through the highway, blasting music from his radio set.