A Different Love Story

As I was about to open the door, a cold, bitter feeling-guilt-was overwhelming me. I was unable to get rid of it, so my brain automatically went into panic mode.

| How can I sell my body and my virginity to a man I don't even know? He might even kill me for all I know. But I have to do it for them, because that's what love does to you. I don't want to see them suffer, so I will do it. |

I open the door and I see a man on the bed. He was waiting for me in a pair of boxers, laid on his back with his elbows carrying his gorgeous body - probably disappointed when he saw me. He looked good, both physically and financially. I was unable to read him. He gave me a thorough examination, head to toe. The most stunning blue eyes I had ever seen caught my attention as I was fixating on him and second-guessing every reason why I was doing this. For a while, I believe I just stood there in awe before he began to speak.

"Are you okay?" he murmurs in a low, quiet voice.

I apologise, "Yeah, I'm alright, sorry," fearing that he could do something to me that would leave me permanently scarred.

"It's okay, just close the door and come in," he says, aware of my fear of him. I follow his instructions and take three steps forward, closing the door behind me. I couldn't do any more steps even if I wanted to, which I didn't. He gets to his feet and gives me a thorough once-over.

"You look stunning," he says, his masculinity rising. I began turning all shades of red. I try to move forward, but I hesitate, knowing what was about to happen.

"Try it, I don't bite all that bad," he jokes. I tried again, but this time I was unsuccessful. He giggles quietly. He gets closer to me as the cruel thoughts in my head heat up my blood.

| He will fuck you, kill you, and you will only make their suffering worse. This won't work, I guarantee you! |

"I'm sorry, I can't do it," I say, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I thought I could help them, but this is not the way. You may kill me if you wish; I do not wish to suffer any longer," I say, as I sob louder. He meets me and places his warm hands on my shoulders.

He bursts out laughing. "And why would I do something like that?"

I think for a moment. "Because I'm not providing you with what you came here for...?"

He chuckles as he looks down. "Thank God, because I didn't want to be here to begin with,"

I dragged my face up from my feet, surprised, and looked at him. "What?"

He rules over me, with his blue eyes. "Aha. My friends and I played a game. We made a bet, and they sabotaged me in order for me to lose," he laughs, realising how stupid he sounds.

I burst out laughing. "So do your friends just trust you that you're here now?"

He laughs. "No, they're in the next room, waiting for me to perform something,"

"Would they be aware of what you are really doing?"

"No, but they would now.." He begins moaning loudly, pretending to be extremely pleased. I burst out laughing, while turning all shades of red. Something happened at that precise moment. Something passed through my body and came to a halt between my thighs. I knew what it was because I had felt it before, but this time was different. It was him.

"Wait, what about the money?"

He chuckles softly. "After all, the mental effort you spent just to enter the room is significant. If you don't mind me asking, why are you doing this?" I look at my feet, trying to come up with a good lie. But lying was worthless at this point.