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. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

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?

My inbox finally beeps that I have an email, and I quickly open it, reading through all the details.

Twenty years old.

Fuck me, she’s young.

Younger than I thought she would be. 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 gap, but this, knowing she sold her virginity, I need to know more.

Not only that, she’s the sole guardian of her younger sister. I read through the details of why she dropped out of college and the few pieces of information, but it’s not enough.

Copying the details into a new message, I pull up the private investigator’s email address and send him a list of what I want.

One good thing about having a lot of wealth is information is so easily purchased.

With that in mind, I go through the list of files that have made it to my desk. Most of them are contracts that I’m already aware of. When Faye spilled them on the floor, she messed them up, so halfway through I get the note Emily placed on the top of what they were. She is from my contract division of my company who deals with the hiring of several clients but also dealing with outsourcing what we can’t do. I run a business with many avenues. It’s how I’ve been able to make it on top and stay on top.

After getting halfway through the pile, I 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 people work hard to become part of my company, that’s what I crave.

Desk work has never appealed.

To be one, I have to handle the other.

Glancing around the office, I see a few of my closest staff. They are the main managers of each department, where their staff reports to, and they are all busy.

My PA quit a few months ago, and so far I’ve been able to handle everything. I’ve only met incompetent PAs.

Seeing Faye got me thinking.

I’ve never been a believer in office romance. I don’t allow it.

When someone gets romantically involved and that relationship ends in disaster, my company always ends up suffering from the fallout. Not to mention the drama. The only problem is Faye didn’t start out as being just another woman in a long line of them.

She is the only woman I’ve been able to think about for the past six months. I’ve been on a couple of dates, but none of them appealed. I didn’t even kiss them good night. My dick stayed completely still, but one elevator ride with a little ex-virgin, and it’s like he has a mind of his own.

Tapping my fingers on the desk, my impatience grows as I wait for the PI to get back to me. The reason I went to him was because he promised to have results within an hour or at least give notice that it was taking longer than needed to get the information.

This isn’t good.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, my cell phone rings. I don’t recognize the number.

“What do you have for me, and why are you calling me?”

“My findings have turned up some interesting details, but I’m not sure you’d like them in email.”

“What do you have?”

“A Miss Faye Carter, twenty years of age, became the sole guardian of her sister nearly a year ago. During that same time, their stepfather was arrested for the rape and sexual abuse of a Kerry Carter.”

I sit back, shocked.

“What the fuck?”

“Kerry Carter was sick in the hospital. She had depression and complications. Those details I’ve not looked into. The files are closed. I will have to go deeper for why they’ve been kept secret, but seeing as she’s a minor and not who you originally asked me to look into, I waited to confirm with you first.”