Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold To Maxwell Barlow: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Raya POV “Wait here and don’t move until I call your name” he hissed in my ears. I nodded silently. The room was icy cold and I was shivering. I wished he would at least throw a shawl or a blanket over me. The thin silky gown that he had wrapped around me did nothing to cover me. Neither did it shield me from the cold nor cover my modesty. This flimsy gown only managed to cover my arms and draped around my back. The front of my body was not covered by the gown. A thin semicircular cup in the bra managed to cover the underside of my boobs and my nipples. The top of my black bra was lacy and see-through and did nothing to hide my milky curves. A lace panty was the only other piece of clothing on my body. Thankfully it had a nude lining and covered my lady parts well. I was cold and hungry and had no idea when I would get to eat anything. I remember hurriedly gobbling down a peanut butter Jelly sandwich before my stepfather shouted at me

  Raya's POV   Did someone just buy my virginity for a million dollars!               I could not believe it. I was not sure if I wanted to laugh or cry. I was happy that at least my mother, stepbrother, and stepfather were free of debt now and did not have to worry about being evicted from the house. But at the same time, my heart broke at the thought of my father. I had made a vow to him that I will remain pure for my husband. I even wore the chastity ring. I looked down at the ring finger with a thin silver ring having a delicate bow engraved with the words “True love waits”               “I am sorry Papa. I could not keep my promise to you”               Oh, how his heart would break if he could see me now like

  Raya's POV   The wine is making me feel relaxed. I do not remember a time when I had a birthday celebration like this. There was no cake for my birthday after my father had died and Mr.Barlow had just ordered me the prettiest and tastiest cake I had ever eaten in my life. He even sang the happy birthday song for me. The appetizers and the main course had been delicious too. I had never eaten such scrumptious food before in my life or been to a restaurant as fancy as this one. I hope I am not looking like a complete idiot by gorging on everything that is put in front of me like someone who hasn’t eaten in a week. And oh my God the wine was so good. I used to always wonder what was the big deal about alcohol and why people drank so much. I had even taken a sip of the beer that my stepdad keeps drinking so often and I hated how it tasted. But this was delicious. I couldn’t compare it to anything else. It was not just about how it tasted. I was a bu

  Maxwell Barlow's POV   She looks at me with a seductive smile like the naughty little girl that she is. She unbuttons her shirt slowly. Her nimble hands worked on each button, it worked me up more. When she takes her shirt off and lets those juicy melons into view. They bounce with a perkiness that sets my body on fire. I put both my hands on the top bar of my four-poster bed. My hands are tingling wanting to touch her boobs, feel the softness. My eyes linger on her boobs and I lick my lips. They instantly respond by tightening the nipples, standing at attention. Two pink marbles on top of two milky white chocolate balls. She looks delicious. She takes off her shorts and to my surprise, she is not wearing any panties. She throws them to one side and crawls to me on all four.   Her hands undid the knot on my joggers. I grasp her wrist in my hands and run her palms up over my abs and move them up to my chest. I grab her hair a

Maxwell Barlow's POV             I look at the beautiful girl sleeping next to me, assuring me that last night was real and not a dream. I am still in a daze. I didn’t know if I wanted to kill or kiss Charles for last night. Who am I kidding? I should call Charles and thank him for doing what I would not have done. He saw right through me. I had felt an instant connection to Raya when she had walked into the spotlight. But I had convinced myself that my ex was the one and was not ready to move on even though it had been a few months since our breakup. Charles had tried to set me up with girls multiple times. Arranged double dates with friends of his girlfriend, tried to set me up with his friends, he had been my wingman and had tried to chat up many girls to try to get me to date again. I had never shown any interest. He had even taken me to brothels as a final resort and when I had not caught the bait h