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I didn’t want to. His bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly I was on his bed, beneath him, hair fanned out across the pillows. He paused, forehead resting against mine. “I need to ask you something,” he whispered. “Okay.” “Are you sure?” I looked up at him. “I’m a virgin,” I said. “But I’m not afraid of you.” His hands shook slightly as he touched my cheek. “You don’t have to prove anything.” “I’m not trying to,” I whispered. “I just… want you. Not because of the contract. Not because of the baby. Just you.”

I bet it’ll be fun,” Maxine said. “No, never. I can’t,” I said with a strong tone. “Yes, I’m open minded person and I’m not against into premarital sex yet it doesn’t mean I’m into it. I still want be pure to my future spouse,” I added. “That’s why you’re the only virgin in this room,” Maxine said. “As if I am, aren’t you? I rebutted her. “What do you think the reason why I was dumped in the convent— you idiot,”

“Cresh, I already told you I only fucked once. If you want a cock to hang on your pussy then might go to the bar and search for a hungry cock that will satisfy you.” “Why would I even do that when I have you?” I chuckled insultingly. This is one of the reasons why I don’t want to fuck a virgin woman. They think men like to fuck them because they are in love with them but the truth is they just want to get laid and because they’re horny. Nothing special. “I don’t love you, Cresh. I don’t even like you.” “What?! But you told me last night you like fucking me! You even told me that I’m unique from all the girls you’ve fucked before! You gave me mixed signals, Rockwell!”

Chapter 2 Juliet She stared at the report, speechlessly. Her eyes were wide in saucers staring at the paper like it was a call from Lucifer . “I am a virgin, then how can I be pregnant, why are you accusing me with a false report? The people started gossiping. They stared at her like she was the resident of a mental asylum and came there by mistake.

OLIVIA'S POV My eyes fluttered open as I stretched out on the soft sheets beneath me, yawning loudly. This room looked unfamiliar. I gasped, sitting up in a flash and letting my eyes roam through the room. The fragments of my memory pieced together, and it all came back to me. Yes... Last night. Christian's room... My steamy first sex. I had eagerly given up my virginity to Christian Blackwood, joining the long list of women who had been intoxicated and enraptured by his looks and had toppled into his bed.

He said in between laughs "There are no fucking virgins Max. That shit is old." "I'm telling you that she could be a virgin." Andre shook his head "Not a chance Max!" "How about I have a taste to confirm?" Max insisted and Andre's face flares up in anger. "Cool down big guy. You don't do nuns and you hate virgins so how about I take that problem off your hands." Max offered with a wide grin on his face. "No!" Andre replied sharply. "Come on dude. Don't go all greedy on me now. You don't even want the bitch."

His touch made me freeze. Then I said it ....the only thing I could think of. “I’m a virgin.” The words slipped out, sharp and frightened. Everything stopped. Christopher’s hand froze midair. His expression changed. The smirk disappeared. The room went quiet. He blinked once, as if the words had slapped him harder than I ever could. “What?” he asked, his voice suddenly low and unsure. “I’m a virgin,” I repeated, my voice shaking. “You’re scaring me.” For a moment, he just stared at me.... no words, no movement. The air between us felt heavy.

Don’t go there. But it was too late. The memory of his hand gripping my waist. The roughness in his voice and the heat between us. I felt it again. My body was betraying me. “How can you be this stupid?” I whispered harshly to myself. Anger surged through me, I felt hot, reckless and desperate. Sex wasn't one to bother me before when I was a virgin but since I lost it, it seemed like I had gone mad. I kicked off my shoes and dropped onto the bed, my heart racing for reasons I refused to admit. I needed it gone; the tension, the ache and the memory of him.

Kissed down her body. "Again?" she asked. "Again." I made love to her slowly. Thoroughly. Celebrating. When we finally finished. Both utterly spent. We lay tangled together. Sheets twisted. Bodies sticky. Happy. I reached for water on her nightstand. Knocked something. Her laptop. Screen lit up. I glanced. Couldn't help it. Document open. Title visible. "Teaching My Virgin Lover: A Memoir by Dr. Delilah Santos" I stared. Read it again. Making sure.