All Chapters of MY VIRGINITY FOR A THOUSAND EUROS : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21: At the storeSofia point of viewI had decided. It had been days that I felt this weight on my chest, this bitterness that infiltrated my thoughts, in my nights. Julien was right, I couldn't pretend. Paolo and I had to speak. It was now or never. I found it in the living room, installed on the sofa with your phone in hand. His gaze was fixed on the screen, his fingers sliding quickly as if he were responding to important messages. I moved forward, my heels gently resonating on the parquet floor. He didn't look up. Already, it annoyed me. - Paolo, we have to talk. He dropped a slight sigh, still absorbed by his phone. - We will talk afterwards, Sofia, I'm busy there. I planted myself in front of him, arms crossed. - No, not "after". It's been "after" for weeks. We have to discuss now. He finally looked up, his frowned eyebrows. - Sofia, I told you I have an urgent business to settle. Now is not the time. - And when is the moment, Paolo?! I replied, my voice rising

Chapter 23: The discreet meetingAllysa's point of viewSofia asked me to wait in the car, just in front of a building that was not familiar to me. I hadn't dared to ask questions, but I found it all strange. Usually Sofia was not one to deviate from her way without clearly informing me. There she just said that she wouldn't have long. I looked around. The area was quiet, with high residential buildings. Some trees planted on the sidewalk were trying to bring a little greenery, but everything seemed so dull. The walls of the buildings were slightly touched, and the balconies, filled with plants or disorderly objects, gave an impression of life which contrasting with the surrounding silence. Through the windshield, I could see Sofia walking until the entrance to one of the buildings. She looked in a hurry, but her gestures betrayed a certain nervousness. Why did she seem so tense? I was wondering where she was going, but more, why she didn't tell me the truth. I sighed and adjusted

Chapter 25: Her face radiatesAllysa's point of viewI was always in my thoughts, playing distractedly with a wick of my hair, when I finally saw Sofia out of the building. To my surprise, she seemed completely different. Her face was bright, almost radiant, as if she had left behind everything that brought her. It was such a striking change that, for a second, I wondered if I did not dream. She was walking with a light step, her silhouette swinging with a natural grace, and I noted the little smile that danced at the corner of her lips. Wherever it was, it had done her good, it was obvious. But why such a mystery? I straightened up in my seat as she opened the door and settled behind the wheel. She put her hands on the wheel, throwing me a warm look. - "I didn't make you wait too much, I hope?" she asked her light and sincere tone. I made an end to my shoulders, a smile polished. -"No, not at all," I put on gently. "I had time to relax a bit."She glanced at me, almost as if she

Chapter 27: one stolen nightPaolo's point of viewThe silence of the house reigned like a heavy blanket, barely disturbed by the regular tick-tac of the corridor clock. I sat on the edge of my bed, throwing a last look at Sofia who was sleeping deeply. His calm and regular breathing filled the room. For a moment, a wave of guilt tried to try me, but I swept it almost immediately. I had made my decision. I got up gently, making sure not to cringe the parquet under my bare feet. Each step was measured, each movement calculated. I approached the door and slowly turned the handle, praying so that it made no noise. When the door opened without a sound, I slipped into the corridor, closing behind me with a delicacy that I had never thought possible. The corridor was weakly lit by a night light hung on the wall. The atmosphere seemed suspended, almost unreal. I took a deep inspiration before I advance, my bare feet on the cold ground offering me a welcome contrast with the stifling heat o

Chapter 29: Dinner between partnerSofia's point of viewIn the kitchen, I was watching the last dishes with a simmer. The table was already set in the dining room, elegant and refined as Paolo loved it. The impeccably ironed white tablecloth, the candlesticks on, and each plate placed with an almost military precision. It was one of those dinners where Paolo received his associates. For him, everything had to be perfect, and I took care not to leave anything to chance. Allysa was there, silent but effective. She helped me transport the plates and adjust some details. However, something in his attitude challenged me. She seemed nervous, avoiding my gaze, and her gestures were a little more hesitant than usual. I didn't pay too much attention to the moment, focusing on my tasks. I breathed deeply, throwing a last glance at my dress. An elegant, black room with lace touches, perfectly suited. Paolo had insisted that I was present, saying that an evening without me would not be complet