The Virgin Vs The Chad Novels & Stories

“Oh, come on, sweetheart—don’t be shy.” Chiara raised her voice, shrill and defiant now. “Get your filthy hands off me! Do you even know who I am?” She said it loudly, deliberately—because she knew Alexander Vanderbilt would never let anything happen to her. Not after everything she’d gone through for him. “Alexander, help!” She barely got the words out before Alexander moved. In one fluid motion, he turned, his foot snapping out with the precision of a soldier. The nearest thug flew backward, crashing into a table with a sickening thud. Blood sprayed from his mouth as the crowd screamed and scattered.

I said and Mr Levinson laughed cheerfully. "With such a man I am going to be rich beyond my wildest dreams. haha haha!" Mr Levinson yelled on top of his voice. The conversation between us was obviously over so there was no need to sit next to him. I am his pole dancer and also his prostitute and yet I am still a virgin. It is all thanks to that stranger but he can't possibly keep this up.