Deflowering The Virgin Smut Writer (Man X Man) COMPLETED

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

*tip tap*

*click click*

The tapping of the keyboard and the clicking of the mouse is the only one to accompany me throughout the night. The stillness of the surrounding and the beauty of the moonlight peering on my window help me relax as I type the words flowing freely from my mind.

I am an author. A book author that doesn’t have enough confidence to go outside but have all the strength to use myself as one of the seductive characters that plays in my books doing all sorts of my twisted fantasies that I couldn’t imagine acting up to.

If I use my words to sway someone into believing who I am, you will find me saying something like this line: I am just your shy neighbor that writes fantasies as per the request of my readers.

I am only here to satisfy their wants because I find pleasure in doing so, even if it means writing smuts and overly spiced scenes. Very creative and safe to use right?

However, in reality, I am just one of your regular guys who hides from the world and because I hide from the world, I don’t have enough time (or courage at that) to look for someone.

Being lonely is a huge thing as a bachelor when you’re supposed to be thinking about getting laid every night but as you can see, I’m too shy to do that so I find opportunity in putting all my libertine thoughts into words and selling it to the public, gaining a few blings to support my independence.

I get up and went for a nearby coffee machine I keep in my bedroom.

Pouring myself a cup and adding a hefty amount of creamer and sugar, I went back to my working table after stirring my drink and picking up a piece of toast which remind me, I need to go out for grocery for the next 3 months.

I’ve been stuck with coffee for a while because I ran out of chocolate tonic drinks maybe 2-3 weeks ago.

I sigh at the thought. I really hate going outside, I have been a misanthropist since I was 16 after a group of bandits jumped me during my stay at Italy with my parents. They even kidnapped me when they knew I am a son of a multibillionaire businessman.

I was held captive for two days and it was the worst. Since then I was homeschooled as I refuse to go to school.

I finished my college degree in business management and accountancy but my heart always reached for writing so I took a degree on it and now, here I am at 25, a successful writer and a shareholder of my father’s empire.

I look at the clock hanging near the ceiling. 11:07 pm. It’s still early then. I began to type at my laptop again my phone sounded, groaning, I pick it up.

“Yes?”

“Hello Jed!” My manager’s voice came. Excitement is evident in her voice. Oh no. I think I know what this is.

“No. I will not come. I’m busy; I’ve got manuscripts to finish and things to do.” I say knowing well that she is trying to bribe me into attending this ceremony what-not.

“But Jed, this also an awarding ceremony, you already refused to attend the Red chrysanthemum awarding night. Also, you need to expose yourself, the new CEO’s order.” She fights back.

New CEO? Well, I didn’t know about that. What’s new anyway? Only my manager and the last CEO have ever seen me.

“New CEO? You mean old geezer Mr. Markesan stepped down?” I take a gulp from my cup while cutting a piece of my toast.

“That’s what I’m talking about! At least update yourself. Anyway, come to the party tomorrow, 7:00 pm. The invitation should be delivered there first thing in the morning along with a new suit,” Damn, now I have no excuse not to go. I was about to open my mouth to reason out but then, she talked.