All Chapters of MY VIRGINITY FOR A THOUSAND EUROS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11Sofia's point of viewI had just crossed the threshold of the house, my arms still loaded with market bags. A smell of freshness and waxed wood floated in the air, mixed with that of a few flowers that Paolo had recently added in a vase near the entrance. I put the bags on the kitchen table, happy to find a semblance of calm after an eventful morning. Everything seemed normal, peaceful, but in my head, it was another universe that was. Every step I took in this house brought me back, a few hours earlier, in Julien's arms. I smile when I think about it. His lips on mine, his serious laugh that still vibrated in my ears ... He had this way of making me feel unique, desired. What Paolo was no longer doing, or was not enough. Julien had been able to fill this void, this loneliness that I often felt despite everything the comfort of this house. I shook my head to hunt these thoughts and opened a bag filled with fresh vegetables. "Come on, Sofia," I whispered with myself by ta

Chapter 13. My day as a servantAllysa's point of viewI woke up early, long before anyone in the house got up. The sun was just starting to caress the curtains of my room, and the sweet light of dawn reminded me that I had to get back to my place. No way to let anyone guess what had happened that night. I got up, a slight pain reminding me of the intense events of the day before. I shook my head to hunt these thoughts and headed for the bathroom. In the shower, hot water flowed on my skin, taking fatigue and memories that still burned in my mind. I spent my fingers in my wet hair, detailed it carefully while thinking about the day that awaited me. Once washed and fresh, I got out of the shower, hooking up in a soft towel. I opened my little wardrobe, recently filled with clothing purchased with Paolo. My gaze stopped on a very specific outfit: a short and adjusted dress, a little too sexy for a servant, but that was exactly what he loved. I put it on gently, the fabric marrying my

15: I miss youSofia's point of viewThat morning, when I had just finished my breakfast, my phone vibrated on the table. I caught it and, seeing Julien's name appearing, a smile escaped me. Each call of him was like a breath of fresh air, an escape from my monotonous life. I got up slowly to get away a bit, not wanting Paolo or Allysa to hear our conversation. "I miss you," whispered his soft and warm voice as soon as I won. My heart has warmed these words. Julien had this gift of making me feel important, desired, as if I were the only woman in the world. "You too, I miss you," I replied, lowering my tone, my gaze staring at the living room door to make sure that no one listened to me. "Could you spend this afternoon? Just for a while, for me."I smiled. How could I have told him right? "Yes, I will spend. But only an hour, okay? I don't want to arouse suspicion."He laughed slowly. "I will be satisfied with what you give me, Sofia. See you later."The call ended, I stopped for

Chapter 17: You are specialThe point of De AllysaThe house seemed larger, more empty, and quieter when Sofia was not there. However, between Paolo and me, there was no room for silence. We had this strange dynamic, a mixture of childish complicity and adult desire that made every moment as light as it is intense. That morning, after Sofia's departure, Paolo had changed in mood. He was like a kid on vacation, relieved of all responsibility. I was sitting on the living room sofa, pretending to read a magazine when I saw it come back from the corridor. A cushion in hand, a mischievous smile on the lips. - "You know, you shouldn't look so concentrated. It makes you even prettier, and me even more distracted. »»I laughed slowly, but before I could answer, he threw the cushion to me. At the time, I was surprised, but quickly, a wave of fun took over. - "Ah, do you want to play this?" Very good, Paolo. Prepare. »»I got up, catching a cushion in turn. What was to be an innocent game qu

Chapter 19: He doesn't love you anymore! Sofia's point of viewThe journey to Julien's house had been a mixture of apprehension and excitement. When he offered to come to this place which he called "special", I had hesitated for a long time. But, as always, Julien knew how to convince me. He had this way of finding the right words, of playing on my emotions without ever being insistent. So, in the end, I gave in. Perhaps I needed to escape, to flee my tumultuous thoughts which constantly brought me back to Paolo and to this marriage which seemed to me a little more empty every day. When I arrived, I was struck by the beauty of the place. The house, in light wood, was nestled by the lake whose surface mirrors under the rays of an end of the afternoon sun. The surrounding trees formed a green setting, cutting the outside world and making the place almost unreal. Julien came out of the car and stretched out my hand with a bright smile. - You see, I told you you were going to love. I