1. Did I Sleep with a Virgin?
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1. Did I Sleep with a Virgin?
Daxter
I open my eyes slowly. My mind is disoriented. How did I end up here? I sit up in bed and search for any sign that might remind me of what happened last night. My head is pounding, but suddenly, a chain of events quickly flashes through my mind.
An angelic laugh and a doll-like face. Fiery red hair with blue streaks like flames. Green eyes with black specks. Who was she?
I stand up, and as I pull the sheet, a noticeable mark in the middle of the bed catches my eye.
Did I sleep with a virgin?
I head straight to the shower to clear my head and recover all my memories. This memory lapse isn't normal. It's like someone drugged me on purpose, but why?
When I finish showering with very cold water, I dry myself off and wrap a towel around my waist. I need coffee.
I walk to the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker, but something catches my eye. A glint in the corner of my sofa makes me look over there.
I stop what I was doing to investigate because my computer is open, on, and tossed aside like something disposable. A shiver runs down my spine.
Yes, I have very important information here that I don't even have at the office. Could it be possible that someone did this on purpose?
I hurry towards it and the message on the screen tells me that my suspicions are true. The person who was with me came for information.
Damn it! I fell for it like a naive, horny teenager.
I check the cameras and realize that the footage from when I arrived up to two hours ago is erased. I was hacked.
And it wasn't just any hacker. It had to be someone very experienced because the password I had couldn't be easily breached. Maybe they made me say it with whatever they drugged me with.
Lucifer!
It had to be him. He has been after me and my company for over a year. And he finally managed to get into my domain. Bit by bit, I start to recover some of my memories. The bastard used that girl who came out of nowhere. I can't deny that when I saw her, something in me succumbed to her. That innocent look in that sensual body. My body craved her from the first moment.
Flashback
"Oh, excuse me!" While I was standing and chatting with an Asian investor, someone bumped into me, spilling something down my back. Fury surged through me, ready to punish whoever dared to disrespect me. No one in their right mind would. I’m Daxter Jacobs, son of Valdemar Jacobs, a man who taught me never to show mercy. No one deserves it. He once did and nearly lost what he loved most in life—my mother.
"Who dares?" But when the person behind me lifts their face, another wave of heat crosses my body. Who is she?
"Are you okay?" I ask without recognizing my own voice. I see that her heel is broken, that's why she stumbled.
"Yeah, I think so. Even though my shoes are ruined. I guess I should just leave." She's wearing a waitress uniform. She probably won't be able to keep working and they'll fire her.
"But... are you really going to quit your job?" I point to her uniform and she smiles.
"There's nothing else I can do. After all, they pay after the event here. I just won't get today's pay. But if you accuse me, they might never hire me again. I'm sorry again." She makes a slight bow in an oriental style and my companion smiles.
"Come on, buddy, the sweet girl isn't at fault. She just had the bad luck of this happening right in front of you, but look, she's an innocent girl. Let it slide this time."
I smile at my colleague's words. It's true, it was unexpected.
"Don't worry, but now, I need to go change. Maybe you can come with me and we can get you a new pair. I'll pay you for the day."
The blush on her cheeks makes my heart skip a beat. What's happening to me with this girl?
"I can't accept it. But thank you for not complaining to my boss. I'll go now". She turns around and tries to leave, but I grab her arm and don't let go.
"I won't report you if you come with me." There's some confusion in her eyes.
"I'm not an escort, if that's what you're thinking," she tells me with pride, looking me in the eyes.
"I’m not looking for what your dirty mind is thinking, hahaha." I move closer to her and whisper in her ear. 'But I wouldn’t say no to being with you… if you want. Besides, I can make a good recommendation to your bosses."
"Where do you want me to go with you?" she asks me cautiously. I smile.
A hotel? No, it's too obvious. I'm in my city, so my house is here. I don't usually take anyone there, but the young woman looks harmless. Maybe there I can convince her to have a pleasant time. I'd really like that.
"Let's go to my house. First, we'll buy your shoes, and then you can keep me company for a while... what do you say?" I see her hesitate. So I offer something more. "Besides, as I offered, I'll give you what they would have paid you tonight".
I think she needs the money, as she's considering it.
"Alright. Let's go. But nothing else is happening". I smile cynically.
"Only what you want to happen will. What's your name?" I ask my beautiful stranger.
"My name is Sara". She answers, and I think her name is very pretty.
"Nice to meet you, Sara. I'm Daxter." I extend my hand for her to shake, and when I touch her, my body feels a shiver. What-the-heck-is-happening-to-me?
After leaving the event, we went to the store inside the hotel, and she chose a pair of very simple shoes. I thought she would take the opportunity to choose the most expensive ones, but she didn't. I found that gesture quite charming. I'm not used to people not asking for the best from me. The women I usually hook up with are pretty demanding. Not to mention Casandra, my self-proclaimed future fiancée. But this girl seemed satisfied with the purchase. We left there, and I took her to my house. It's something I don't usually do. But she looked so young, so pretty and innocent, that I just wanted to have her in my space. I wanted to see her reaction to my place. It's a place equipped with all the latest technology.
When we arrived, I helped her get out of the car.
"Do you live here?" she asks, and I nod. She smiles. "Then it's an honor. I hope you don't regret bringing me."
End of flashback
Well, Miss Sara, or whatever your name is. I'm going to find you, and when I do, you're going to regret having deceived me.
Fury overtakes me, and I hurl the computer to the ground, where it shatters.
«No matter where you hide... I'm going to find you»
- Writer
