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"You didn't know?", Dylan looked at me, surprised.
"Vince is a virgin. Literally and figuratively. He didn't even have feelings for anyone until now.", Ace stated matter-of-factly.
My mind froze to a standstill at his words. An overwhelmingly heavy weight pulled my heart down while my stomach twisted with a suffocating churning, turning my breathing uneasy as a huge lump formed at the base of my throat.
Vincent is a virgin.
That was the only thought occupying my mind at the moment, entirely tuning out the cheery chatter of the kids, a muffled silence enveloping my conscience while a storm raged in my brain.
My gaze slowly drifted to Vincent in a daze and he was already looking at me. I couldn't take my eyes off him and he held my gaze in place, an unrecognizable look swirling in his eyes.
Looking into his eyes that didn't waver from me even for a moment, I felt shame surge through me, forcing me to look away.
"Ren, why aren't you eating?", Theodore's question startled me out of my daze.
I shook my head slightly and tried to continue eating. However, my appetite was gone and I couldn't stomach the food with restlessness twisting my stomach into a painful knot. I picked at the dish on my plate for a while as everyone was engrossed in teasing each other, but I managed to complete my plate, not intending to waste food.
Soon, everyone dispersed from the dining room and asked me to join, but I left with an excuse of an important online meeting.
A few minutes later, making sure that the girls were nowhere near the dining room, I walked in and closed the door behind, realizing everyone was in the living room, waiting for the clock to strike 12.
Walking into the open kitchen, I fished out the ingredients for baking a cake and started with the procedure.
All the while, my thoughts revolved around Vincent while frustration grew within me at the shame surging through me.
"Do you now have a count of how many men f**ked you?"
The all too familiar despicable voice flashed in my mind for the first time in the past few weeks and I felt disgust jolting me up and I took a step back on instinct, pushing the creme container off the kitchen counter.
I was startled when I saw Theodore catching it and placing it back on the counter.
When did he come?
"Are you alright?", he asked gently.
Composing myself, I cleared my throat.
"Yes, thank you. I was just distracted for a moment.", I replied politely.
He nodded and poured me a glass of water which I accepted gratefully.
"Wow, the batter tastes great.", he commented, tasting it.
Gulping the lump in my throat, I forced a smile.
"You really didn't have to do this.", he said, leaning back on the kitchen counter.
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MELTING A FROZEN HEART
Roman d'amourRaelynn Baker A woman who escaped the viciously blinding nights of forced prostitution. Snatched from the embrace of a comfortable life, she had to hold onto herself for survival. A true warrior who persistently fights against the dark memories of h...