Vincent Purple Guy Novels & Stories

Warning for r*pe Damian's pov ********************* The only good thing about being the head of the Mafia is the power. People fear me which means I can do anything I want. The best thing I've done with that power is get myself a whore. He's called Vincent and he'll do just about anything for the lavish lifestyle he lives now. I get great sex whenever I want and all I have to do is let him live in my mansion and buy him nice things. I take him with me when I go abroad to meet people or just on holidays on my yacht which he loves.

Since then, Vincent had disappeared from public view. Rumors suggested that his life had fallen apart—once a carefree and privileged man, he had become a destitute debtor, despised and avoided by everyone. The Winthrope Group and the Kensington Group had a long-standing partnership in the past. Vincent had frequent interactions with Joseph's predecessors. However, after Joseph took over, he discovered that Vincent had a serious gambling addiction and owed a significant amount of debt to the Kensington Group. Unable to repay it, acquiring the Winthrope Group was a reasonable move.

He’s just sitting in the corner with pursed lips. “Hey bro,” Chaylen called the stern-looking man. “You haven’t introduced yourself.” The guy who already styled his hair early in the morning lifted his eyes onto them. 'I can sense that he is not a friendly type,' Kyle thought inwardly, ‘Why is he not answering?’ Sylvester asked silently. ‘Somehow, my guts tell me that he’s a red flag,’ Chaylen believed. Vincent lifted his tea. As he took a sip, he thought, ‘An arrogant playboy and an anti-social. I wonder what will happen to the five of us. Ahh, I was wrong. There is also one in this house, I almost forgot about that.’

However, I am flattered that they think so highly of me. …………………… It was nearly enough for the day before Vincent found something rather, interesting. He tripped over some bags, “Dave, I told you to put this bag back up there! It shouldn’t be on the floor, now look I’m tripping over it!” “Look at me closely and tell me how you think I can reach that high!” Vincent decided to avoid Dave, he pulled the belts that spiralled around his ankle. He looked closely at the piece. It roused concern, “Mpumi, what is this doing here? You go to strip clubs? These are belts and chains. This looks kinky…”

I opened my mouth, he spoonfed me the ice cream, I opened my mouth again for a second spoon and a third one, halfway through I decided to ask who this guy is. "What's your name?" I ask him first, not that I'd know if he's an important person or not. "I'm Evander Violet, it's a pleasure to meet you" he says with a wide smile on his face, I had no idea who that guy is but since he's feeding me ice cream, I don't mind him. "Pleasure to eat ice cream with you" I answer him opening my mouth for another spoon, he chuckled and gave me what I wanted.

No Nike posters, no starting spot, just me watching from the sidelines while everyone else played. I spotted him at the corner table with his nerd friends. Vincent. The TA for Hawkins’ class. Tall, lanky but with muscle in that quiet way, with those wired glasses and ruffled hair that always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. He was wearing a black shirt and grey sweatpants, arguing about video games like it was life or death. To everyone else, he was invisible. But I’d noticed him during lectures. The way he explained stuff at the board, calm and sure, like the complicated shit actually made sense to him.

Her breasts look like a huge perfectly round pearl covered by the satin fabric of her neon green bikini that complimented her ivory white skin. He felt his jaws clicking as he follows one of the guys eyes staring at Gabrielle's bum before licking his lower lip. "There's only three of us, you can join us, princess. Let's all get wet." Says the ugliest one that has a full beard covering his face making him look like a gorilla. That was it and Vincent felt his blood boiling and he found himself grabbing the neck of the guy, making the rest of the crowd gasp and the staff holding him.

When he remarried, he left a statement that made people in the circle shake their heads - "Having a child is a waste for Mina Maria, and she should be bound to paintings forever" Yet even with Mina Maria’s thriving artistic career, they broke up three years ago. Shortly thereafter, Vincent announced that he was going to be with his new assistant, the one who is now getting a divorce, Violet Stone. Violet Stone failed to study art, and turned to the path of business management. She was less than 30 years old when she became Vincent's assistant, and she is only in her early 30s now.

Liz leaned in and whispered in my ear, “It’s showtime, Tate. Make him believe it.” Vincent stopped a few feet in front of us, eyeing the two of us up and down. “Well, well, look at what we have here, a washed-up, mediocre infielder and the PR Queen herself, who will obviously work with anyone if the price is right, even her ex-boyfriend.”

He leaned against the cubicle's partition wall with a charming smile on his face. It seemed he had ventured out of the digital department once again. Vincent was an Igbo man. He was quite good-looking too with smooth dark skin, inviting eyes and a clean-shaven head. Not a strand of hair was to be seen on his head, apart from his neatly trimmed full beard which framed his jaw along with full eyebrows. Imagine Banky W but with dark skin. "Hello to you too." I smiled politely. We spoke a few times during the previous week whenever we came across each other but this was the first time he sought me out.