Club of Virgins 3 - New Ault Romance
Last book in the Club of Virgins Trilogy.
Synopsis
The Phoenix is present on Natan's back as an open proof that a feeling can re-emerge from the ashes or else fade away with the flames.
Petalouda still loves t...
One of my hands quickly pulled down the hem of my short Black dress. I tried to walk faster and more easily, even on my high-heeled sandals. Although, I still felt my legs were stuck, but I tried to get faster to my destiny soon I had seen someone.
"Natan, it's good to see you here because we need to have a moderate long talk.
My voice was haughty there.
After that, he stopped in the middle of the hallway and almost pressed his wide back against a clear wall behind him. He kept his dark gaze on my serious, sharp image. Somewhat ready to challenge him to an adult conversation.
If this dialogue between us could settle the happiness of my friend Peta, so I was doing the right thing at that moment.
"If you want to try to change my mind about your friend Peta, then I can definitely declare at your gracious face that you're wasting your precious time with me, my dear Denise." He made a pause in his short, unhurried and ironical voice. "We have nothing to talk about." His dark eyes rolled for some seconds. "Not that I have anything in mind."
"Not necessarily, my dear Natan." I tried to be ironical as well. "But I'm here to say in your face that you behaved like an idiot child. Being clearer, I'd say you're a daddy's little boy! A spoiled little playboy who thinks the world spins like you always wish."
"Okay, I deserve to hear all those insults from your mouth since you and your damn friend are the real whores in the history!" He grimaced more seriously in my front, where his countenance acquired countless lines of expression in the direction of his forehead. Then he kept saying with an arrogant voice. "As far as I know, I've never been at a prostitution club to sell my own body for money."
Embarrassed, I looked quickly at the floor. His last words had hit deeply my ego. But I tried to sound natural and this way giving continuity to the conversation that was very bad of the legs.
"Natan, please, believe Peta was not whoring that night. She had only gone to the Club of Virgins to take me away from there." I paused honestly. "That is the great and only truth in this story and you must believe it!"
He shook his head softly, looking a bit confused and conceivably determined not to believe in everything I was saying at that moment.
Natan looked like a stubborn bull, obstinate and blind only to believe in what he wanted and only that.
"No, Denise, I refuse to believe in your words." He stared coldly into my eyes. His lips quirked as he spoke with more courage. "Because they're as dirty as your curvy body!" he continued, with more force and disdain. "I'm sorry, but I cannot believe in the sordid words of two luxury prostitutes!"
With nothing else to declare, he turned his back to me and walked away. His footsteps were quick and wide. And at that moment I had the impression that the floor of the long hallway was not enough for his steps.
In the meantime, a vast anger began to devour my being. I just wanted to dump all my fury in one direction only. In other words, in one unique creature that had legs, arms and cerebrum.
"Go away, you papa's little boy!" I continued to watch him from behind. Natan wore a traditional jeans and dark green knit shirt with a huge dark design on the back. Something deciphered like a skull full of flowers and birds. He also held some books under his left arm. "Do you really think you're better than two luxury prostitutes?"
Ready. I tried fucking the little playboy with my sarcastic words.
Even then, he pretended not to hear my rebellious shouts on his back. At that moment some college students passed by me and stood looking at me in amazement. They probed not to understand what was really going on there and why I was so angry at a guy who had just turned his back to me.
