Page 5 of Sweet Virgin

I punched him. He's already got his headline.

And I'll probably have a lawsuit hanging over my head.

Besides, that certainly wasn't the type of behavior the world expected to see from its most famous virgin.

Because. . . That's who I was.

I hated the title those stupid tabloids made for me. But I hated that my father put me in that position to begin with. My virginity wasn't his to sell, especially for some stupid reality television show.

Nowadays, that was all it took to get noticed. My father wanted that, he craved that. He spent years trying to build a name for himself in Hollywood. . .

And sadly, he played me to get it.

I had no clue, not one fucking clue that they wanted it to be real.

A show, a fucking show was going to expose my most personal, intimate moment.

The sharks at his studio ate up his pitch, they offered him more money than he had ever seen to get the rights to his idea. And when he brought me the contract, I honestly didn't think they expected me to have sex with the winner.

I signed it blindly, trusting him.

If I had only known what the ink I was laying down in that moment meant for me, I would have torn that shit up.

“I don't know, but I'd figure something out.” I tried to play it cool, like it was no big deal. But just having this man standing less than a foot away was torture on my nerves.

The butterflies sped up in my gut, spinning and fluttering in a frenzy. It was like they had just downed an energy drink and hit warp speed. The handsome man's eyes licked my body, his teeth shining brightly as he smiled down on me.

That wasn't a feeling I was used to, but I was enjoying it. The dancing in my belly and the fire coasting up and down through my body was a rush.

Holding out his hand, he said, “I'm Kealen.”

I stayed static, fiddling with my fingers as my knees grew weak, and I tried desperately to keep myself upright.

His face grew hard, arm stiff. “And you are. . .” His words trailed off as he bounced his hand. “You realize this is where you shake my hand and tell me your name.”

For a second I had to replay his words in my head.He doesn't know my name? Seriously? No, he's screwing with me.

Holding my palm up, my brows crinkled into the bridge of my nose. “Wait, you don't know who I am?”

“Should I? Have we met before?” Scrunching his lips, his eyes slit tight. “Did we sleep together and I never called you back? Because if I did, I apologize.”

“What?No. No.” Shaking my head, my hair whipped across my face. Giggling, I suddenly felt lighter, like there was a chance that maybe I could create a new life for myself. “You really don't know who I am?”

“Look, I'm sorry if I should, but I don't. Did we go to school together, work together? Help me out here.”

Quickly I latched onto his hand, the spark of his skin against mine sizzled up my arm. It was an intoxicating sensation, making me feel numb. “Allie, my name's Allie.”

His grip was strong, his fingers speckled in small rough patches and coarse scars. He had the hands of a working man.

I suddenly found myself wondering if they would hurt if he ran them over my ribs or up my back. Would he hold me close and still tender, would his hands take what they wanted and not be forgiving?

“Well, Allie, you have yourself a nice day.” Letting his fingers loosen, his thumb grazed the top of my palm.

His smile was incredible, drawing me in. I wanted to smell him, feel him, taste him. Shaking my head, I glanced at the ground, afraid that I might kiss him if I stared at him any longer. “Yeah, you too. Thanks again.”

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Kealen strolled off down into the sand.

And I was left with this heavy pressure on my chest as my lungs struggled to regain control and take in a breath of air.

Taking one last glance over his shoulder, a slight smirk hitched at the corner of his lip. I couldn't stop the smile that plastered itself across my face.

There could be a chance for me.

I can make it.

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