All Chapters of MY VIRGINITY SOLD TO THE LORD OF THE MAFIA : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12: The House of SilenceFrom Alaya's point of viewThis manor is magnificent ... And yet, I never felt so foreign somewhere. The silence that reigns there is not that of rest, or even respect. It’s a tense, icy, suspended silence. A prison silence. Each corridor seems to be observed. Each piece judges me. Everything here is too clean, too perfect. The stairs are so polite that I see my reflection there, but it doesn't look like me. The walls are dressed in old paintings, gilding, memories that do not belong to me. I am a foreigner in this golden cage. Since my arrival, I feel their eyes. Invisible, but constant. Someone, somewhere, observe me. I understood it very quickly: nothing here is left to chance. I discovered the cameras hidden in the walls of the walls, the ceilings, sometimes even behind the plants. Some have this small, barely visible red flashing ... as if they made me a sadistic wink. The guards are everywhere. Silent. In black. Law as statues. Their gaze

Chapter 14: I face fateAlaya's point of viewAs soon as the door closed behind him, I blew a long time. My legs were still flaring, but I was standing. Alive. Angry. The first thing that came to my mind is a mom. I had to go see her. Talk to him. Hear your voice. Touch your hand. Make sure she was fine. I rushed in the shower. Hot water rolled up on my skin, chasing my chills. I rubbed with rage, as if to erase the words of Santino from my body. Then I went out, I wiped the fog on the mirror, and my reflection fixed me. Alaya's eyes were no longer the same. They were no longer those of a fragile and broken girl. It was the eyes of a woman who slowly regained control. I opened the huge dressing room. A light has turned automatically. Luxury dresses, carefully aligned. Heels that surely cost more than a year of rent for my mother at the time. Claw bags. Fabrics that I would never have dared to touch in another life. I stayed there, mouth ajar, my heart drumping in the chest. And aga

Chapter 16: Disorder in the waiting roomElias' viewing point of viewI stayed at the door of the care room, straight, my arms crossed on my chest, trying to keep the mind clear. The sifted light of the institute, the scent of essential oils floating in the air and the muffled murmurs of the masseuses made the atmosphere almost unreal. She had entered a few minutes earlier, with this light step and this nonchalant insurance that always did something to me. Alaya. When she got out of the hospital room earlier, I tried not to let anything appear. My face had to remain neutral, professional, as always. But his perfume followed me so far. Where was she just? I settled on the small armchair in the area, keeping the door in my field of vision. Through the depowed glass, I vaguely distinguished moving shadows inside. She was massaged. No doubt almost naked. My mind betrays me immediately. I imagine her curves under the masseuse's fingers. His golden, satin skin. His suffocated sighs. I g

Chapter 18: We have sinnedPoint of view: EliasShe sleeps there, against me. His soft, hot breathing, vibrates my chest. My arm has passed around his bare shoulders, and his skin against mine gives me the impression of being suspended between dreams and reality. Alaya. The wife of my boss. And yet ... mine tonight. I know I should leave. That a word, a look, a camera, would be enough to sign my death stop. But I can't do it. I look at her and I am unable to move. His leg slides slowly on mine, in a half-sleep, and I feel his foot going back against my calf, gently. She says nothing, but she knows. She knows I'm still awake. That I burn for her. And then, his voice rises in the dark, hoarse, barely a breath:- Elias ... A thrill travels to me. - Yes ? She doesn't answer right away. She just turns around, faces me. And his gaze, despite the darkness, is clear like water. She puts her hand on my chest, palm open, and lets her fingers slowly go down to my belly. My heart is so hard

Chapter 20: Tell him, he must know. Alaya's point of viewI walk silently behind Marisa in the corridor that leads to what she calls "the gym". I didn't even know that it existed. This house is huge, full of secrets, corners, and above all ... temptations. -He must be in there, she said, designating a door at the bottom. I leave you, I have to go back to the kitchen. I nod, thank her for the gaze, then wait for her to disappear to approach me felled. I open the door, just enough to slip into the framing without being spotted. The room is large, bathed in soft light from a large window. The air is lukewarm, almost humid, and a slight smell of sweat mixed with the leather of equipment floats in space. And there ... he's there. Elias. Back to me. Shirtless. A simple black sports pants, which perfectly marries its hips. His skin shines, humid for effort. Each muscle in his back contracts under the charge he raises with almost feline ease. My gaze lingers on the line of his shoulder