Selling My Virginity (Selling My Virginity)
My Virginity Ch 13.
After much consideration. It's not wrong if we get to know each other, after all I don't intend to see him again. I grabbed her outstretched hand and said, "My name is Beby."
"Beby's? No name like that makes you proud." He smiled which made me squeak up not understanding.
"Pretty what do you mean?" ask me.
"Because everyone calls you affection. Beby oh Beby? Just like they're calling each other's lovers."
"I never thought that way."
My cheeks were hot again, I turned my face towards the window. I don't want him to see a red hue on my face. Where does he know if I'm proud to have that name.
Of course I lied. I will be honest and admit that stupid thought. That's very unlikely. He'll laugh at me.
"It's wearing, you're cold."
I looked at him as he thrust out the jacket he was wearing on me. I took it and put it on to cover my cold body. I shivered until my body shook.
"I'm going to turn on the heater" he said, pressing one of the buttons on his car. Instantly the air in the car became warm, and the longer the warmer.
"Thank you" I said still awkwardly.
He did not answer and just smiled. Sometimes I wonder why he always smiles at me. Was it his weapon to make all the women captivated to him. From the beginning I've judged him as a depraved man. Because of what, because he alone could buy a woman's virginity. That means he's done that to every woman he pays. I really don't like bad guys like that.
He began to gas and drove a car sweeping the wet streets drenched in rain. Suddenly, his phone rang. I looked back at her who was talking to someone on her call.
Her jaw was perfect and her nose was so sharp. Moreover, her shakes and dimples formed when she was talking. Making the bright light on his face dazzle my eyes.
Suddenly I woke up from that strange daydream. "Beby, what the fuck are you? Stop staring at the man, and don't be fooled by his good looks." I muttered softly while shaking my head.
"Hmm, I'll take a stay at my mansion not far from here," he told me.
"What?" I looked at him for a moment in surprise.
"Look, this is no longer ordinary rain. But it's a storm, almost every road to your campus is flooded." He pointed out the window.
I stared out the window. It is true that now is a storm, and does not rule out the possibility. The whole road to my campus and my hostel must have been flooded.
"And one more thing, do I look like a jerk who would leave a woman on the side of the road. In the rain and alone like this" he said. But now his tone is a little high and full of pressure.
The deg!
I don't know why I immediately remembered the figure of God. She is my boyfriend and the person I love so much. But why did he leave me alone, when he knew it was going to rain soon.
Unlike the man now in front of me. She insisted on not letting me in the rain let alone be alone. Why do strangers feel more warm and attentive, compared to those closest to them.
My chest tightened again, my breathing was also heavy. My eyelids could not hold back the tears that slid down my cheeks. But I quickly rubbed it.
"Why are you crying?" ask her with a wrinkled eyebrow.
I knew she must be confused and felt strange, wondering inwardly. Why did I suddenly shed tears.
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Bonuses.
🌺Beby🌺
🌺Agil🌺