Commissioning His Virgin by Jamie Knight (read the beginning after the end novel TXT) 📗

attributes. Intellect drew me to people, and Emilia didn’t strike me as an intellect. Coming from a wealthy family had taken its toll on her. Arrogance and pride came attached to most women living in her world. By ‘her world’, I meant growing up in riches, getting spoilt for choices.

There was no way I was doing business with the Maximo family. I prioritized passion over money. Probably that’s why I never accepted investors since I started my business nine years ago. It’s always about the money with most investors, and that often puts me off.

“So, you conduct business meetings in private residences?” I asked sarcastically as I made my way back to the living area, then took my seat.

“I heard you prefer business meetings to be scheduled prior,” she answered in quick response. She poured herself some more gin and took her seat opposite mine, so we faced each other.

“That is correct, Miss Emilia, my private residence is private,”

“I don’t really like playing by the rules, Mr. Fillmore. I hope you don’t mind.”

“You came here for business, so you said, fire away,”

“My father wants to invest in your business, Mr. Fillmore.”

“So, I figured,” I responded affirmatively.

“He wants to invest a sum of nine-million in your cryptocurrency firm. If you were to agree, then he’d have his lawyer and yours draft a deal pending your signature and his.”

“And he sent you because?”

“Because he thought it would be a good idea.”

Annoyed by this nonsense, I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry you had to drive all the way here, Miss Emilia, but I’m not taking on investors at this time.”

“Is that how you address all your lady friends, Mr. Fillmore?”

I swear I didn’t know what she meant. The question caught me off-guard. Lady friends? I wondered. I didn’t have any lady friends that I entertained, let alone in my home. I came close to dating a woman once in my life, but things didn’t work out between us. We ended up going our separate ways.

I ended up growing an interest in fucking girls I met online. At least I didn’t have to deal with any attachment afterward.

Lady friends? Where the fuck did she get that notion? What gave the impression I had lady friends?

“I believe this meeting is concluded, Miss Emilia,”

“I told my dad coming here would be a waste of time. I was right. He should have listened to me,” she said as she got on her feet, ready to exit my house.

“That he should have done,” I responded in agreement as I rose to my feet, ready to walk her out of the house.

“You can do with a better catalog, Mr. Fillmore, for the art, I mean,” she said as she waved her hand almost in a dismissive way. She was right, I had been planning to revamp my art collection, but I was yet to find an artist that impressed me. Maybe it was time the house needed a woman’s touch. Maybe.

“It was nice meeting you, Mr. Fillmore,” Emilia turned to take a look at me one last time before embarking in the parked Ferrari. The men in suits had been standing outside all the while.

Damn.

The engines roared to life; the convoy exited my property. The sun was now entirely below the horizon. Darkness was fast creeping in.

Lady friends? Fuck her.

I made my way through the main hall, took the spiral staircase back to my master bedroom with one thought in mind— Freshpussy.com, the virgin buying website. I’d made it a habit to visit the website to find women to satisfy my needs. I needed to get a proper life, but that could wait.

I logged into my account, searched through the site until my attention was drawn to one, Gina Blake. She was stunning in the black dress she donned in her display photo. I quickly clicked on her profile. From her description, I could tell she was an artist. I quickly made a five million bid for her virginity, hoping she’d accept. They always did.

I unzipped my trousers, pulled out my fully erect cock, and stroked it gently to the sexy display photo of Gina Blake. Soon, she would be mine.

Chapter Three - Gina

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Someone was actually interested in me. My face lit up the moment Carrie turned the laptop screen, even before my eyes saw a bid of five million dollars for my virginity. I was astounded. Someone was actually attracted to me so much that they would go to the extent of paying five million dollars. What a world we’re living in.

“Well, what are you waiting for, Gina? Accept the bid,” Carrie almost screamed in my face with excitement.

I quickly accepted the bid and awaited further instructions from a certain Elijah Fillmore. The display photo attached to the name drew my attention. The name and the face sounded familiar. Especially the name.

“Oh shit, it’s almost seven o’clock. My fiancé is going to show up any minute now,” Carrie cried out.

My roommate’s sudden declaration brought me back to the land of the living. We packed some more boxes then hefted them outside our apartment. Carrie seemed overjoyed to be moving out. She was glowing from the prospect of sharing a home with her fiancée. It almost seemed like she’d already forgotten about me, about us.

Was I really concerned about Carrie forgetting about me, or was I just jealous of her? I couldn’t figure it out. Maybe I was just sad, afraid of the idea of having to live without her. We stood outside our apartment in silence, neither one of us gaining the courage to say goodbye. We were done with packing. All of Carrie’s stuff was outside, ready to begin life in a new home elsewhere. We both avoided eye contact and stood there weirdly.

“So, this is it, huh? This is where we say goodbye?” I could almost feel the tears building up inside my eyes, but I pulled myself together to put on a brave face.

“I’m going to miss