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"I know what you need—" Grayson smirked. "Oh, here we go—" "A virgin!" Carlton smiled triumphantly. "Yeah, right! I need that like a hole in the head." Grayson downed his drink and was ready to bolt, but Carlton stopped him. "No, wait! Hear me out!" Grayson silently lifted an eyebrow. Carlton moved a bit closer. "There's a site I know of, Snow White Escorts, that specializes in virgin trysts."

“That’s not the point! I treated you like a wh*re, like a bitch—and you’re a fucking virgin?” Ram spat out the words, his anger evident. Lexie remained silent, offering only a bitter smile as he turned and walked away from her. She slid down against the wall, quietly enduring the pain between her legs. “Y-you’re a virgin… How the hell could you just give yourself away like that?” Ram muttered, pacing back and forth. Still, Lexie said nothing—she didn’t even know what to say. “You don’t know how special you are. Don’t you fucking know your worth as a woman? Is that why you thought giving away your virginity was just some game? What kind of woman do you want to be, Lexie? A fucking prostitute?

Then she turned, holding out a folded piece of paper. I didn’t take it at first. She waited. Eventually, I stood — stiff and unsteady — and accepted it. There were five bullet points typed in perfect block font. Meals are delivered at 8 a.m., 1 p.m., and 7 p.m. sharp. Delays are not tolerated. 2. Phone access is internal only. Outbound calls require written approval. 3. The east and south wings are off-limits without escort. 4. All guests are expected to remain within the estate walls unless authorized.

“Today.” My stomach sank. “Vera-” “I have a project,” he cut in smoothly. “A very special one. Maison Calyrex. Private luxury line. Discretion. Power. Money.” There was a brief pause, deliberate. “They asked for you specifically.” That got my attention, no matter how loudly my instincts screamed no.

it will be over. I am no longer a virgin. And what it means for him ... could well cost my life.

far? This part was different. It was quiet. Almost deserted. No other houses. No other estates. Just this one, standing alone by the sea, its tall walls cutting through the beauty of the environment. A beach stretched a few feet after the gate, waves crashing faintly in the distance. At the top of the massive black iron gate was a name carved in bold, black letters: VELVET ESTATE. The driver slowed to a stop. A security guard appeared beside the car, knocking lightly on the driver’s window.

she grabbed the bottle of chartreuse, Nicolas snorting next to her as she emptied the rest into her glass. "Then, I found myself envisioning what it'd look like if you just took my spot instead. Reason being, you, my love, have shown yourself as worthy, and I... just really need a fucking break." She circles the rim of her glass with a finger. "All I know is I've got a plane ticket booked next week and a visa to New Zealand." She looks at me, a tinge of what might be worrying, maybe even doubt in her face. I shake my head, shutting down any reservations she might be feeling.