Virgin for Sale

Chapter 13

Faye.

The angel with the tempting body and tight cunt finally has a name, and it’s a pretty one. I’d tried to find her. Even gone so far as to try to use an artist to listen to me so I could sketch her.

Of course, it didn’t help.

She fucking fired my blood, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

I need her more than I need my next breath.

Tapping my fingers on the counter, I recall the way her lips felt around my stiff cock. I’ve not been with another woman since, and fuck me, I want her. Seeing her step onto the damn elevator, I thought she was a fantasy, that I’d been hallucinating. She’d been so real.

The moment she caught sight of me, I knew.

She tried to escape, and there was no way I’d let that happen. She’d already escaped once, and there’s no way she was doing it twice. Her soft body, her scent, it drove me crazy.

Six months it had been.

I wonder if she’s been with many men since then?

have an email, and I quickly open it, reading through all the

Twenty years old.

Fuck me, she’s young.

I’m fifteen years older than she is. Sitting back, I don’t like that feeling. I’ve never been a man who cared about an age

sole guardian of her younger sister. I read through the details of why she dropped out of college and the few pieces of information,

a new message, I pull up the private investigator’s email address and send him a list of

about having a lot of wealth is information is so easily

the top of what they

lean back to stretch and to get rid of the crick my neck. Leaning over a desk all day is not what I was made to do. Being in the boardroom, negotiating, making

work has

be one, I have to

They are the main managers of each department,

and so far I’ve

got

never been a believer in office

always ends up suffering from the fallout. Not to

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