Virginator (HERO FIENNES-TIFFIN)

Chapter 11

I've been through hell. Life changed. The days went in a haze. All four fucking weeks. Every passing day is torture.

The office is my inferno. I'm burning, suffering. It's getting more difficult each day that goes. I don't know how to move on from all this.

Sometimes i wish i haven't seen her. None of this would be happening. I'd still be hunting virgins. Life is way more manageable then. Now, I'm so lost and in pain when she's gone. I'm suffering from things i don't understand.

But i wouldn't get the chance to feel those things she made me feel. I don't regret the time we shared. She made life exciting for me. She helped me see the different side of me. I don't care about anyone in this world. I didn't. Except my parents. I remember them suddenly.

My father living his days in the home of the aged. How is he now? I don't really contact him daily. I grew up making my own decisions, my parents made sure I'm alive and eating well. It's similar to Delilah in some way. Maybe that's one of the reasons we get along so well.

I'll pay him a visit one day.

I wish i could introduce a girl to my dad. He'd be livid. I asked him to join me  in New York many times but he chose to stay in that stinky house of the aged. He has friends around to entertain him in this miserable world, he'd often say.

As an only kid, I did things my own way most of the time. My mother, she passed away when i was young. It's just me and my dad. I miss him dearly.

Delilah is in the hands of that jerk. Sleepless nights are a killer. She haunts me with her smile, her moans, her beautiful dance moves, its getting harder to sleep undisturbed. Losing her is a total nightmare.

What is she doing right now?

How is she?

I miss her scent. Everything about her is driving me crazy.

I miss her body.

I miss her pretty pussy. I know she'd be tight and she'd scream for my name.

Fuck.

I hate the thought of that mother fucker.

I can't believe myself for acting this weird. She's in my every waking hours, it's annoying.

I can't focus.

Fucking James Franco.

It hurts. I won't deny it hurts like hell. I miss her smile, when she teases me, her mouth taking all of my cock making her gag, her eyelashes batting.

What are you doing to me, Delilah?

I am not liking any of this.

This workplace is boring me to death, to see her come in would greatly make this place so much better. I really wished she'd just barge in.

It's been weeks since fucking Mr. Franco took her away from the party. How stupid of me to let her out of my watch.

"James, bring her back you mother fucker," i shouted at my phone.

His laughter is ominous. Fucking monster.

I don't know why i can't defy that fucking monster.

He used to be my mentor. He did teach me a lot about so many things. Despite this bad blood we're having, i can't get myself to punch him until his nose break. I want to kill him, strangle him until he stopped struggling. This thoughts are dark.

He must be enjoying her right now.

Fuck!!

I got out of my windowless office to find some air.