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  “That is correct, Miss Emilia, my private residence is private,”

  “I don’t really like playing by the rules, Mr. Fillmore. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “You came here for business, so you said, fire away,”

  “My father wants to invest in your business, Mr. Fillmore.”

  “So, I figured,” I responded affirmatively.

  “He wants to invest a sum of nine-million in your cryptocurrency firm. If you were to agree, then he’d have his lawyer and yours draft a deal pending your signature and his.”

  “And he sent you because?”

  “Because he thought it would be a good idea.”

  Annoyed by this nonsense, I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry you had to drive all the way here, Miss Emilia, but I’m not taking on investors at this time.”

  “Is that how you address all your lady friends, Mr. Fillmore?”

  I swear I didn’t know what she meant. The question caught me off-guard. Lady friends? I wondered. I didn’t have any lady friends that I entertained, let alone in my home. I came close to dating a woman once in my life, but things didn’t work out between us. We ended up going our separate ways.

  I ended up growing an interest in fucking girls I met online. At least I didn’t have to deal with any attachment afterward.

  Lady friends? Where the fuck did she get that notion? What gave the impression I had lady friends?

  “I believe this meeting is concluded, Miss Emilia,”

  “I told my dad coming here would be a waste of time. I was right. He should have listened to me,” she said as she got on her feet, ready to exit my house.

  “That he should have done,” I responded in agreement as I rose to my feet, ready to walk her out of the house.

  “You can do with a better catalog, Mr. Fillmore, for the art, I mean,” she said as she waved her hand almost in a dismissive way. She was right, I had been planning to revamp my art collection, but I was yet to find an artist that impressed me. Maybe it was time the house needed a woman’s touch. Maybe.

  “It was nice meeting you, Mr. Fillmore,” Emilia turned to take a look at me one last time before embarking in the parked Ferrari. The men in suits had been standing outside all the while.

  Damn.

  The engines roared to life; the convoy exited my property. The sun was now entirely below the horizon. Darkness was fast creeping in.

  Lady friends? Fuck her.

  I made my way through the main hall, took the spiral staircase back to my master bedroom with one thought in mind— Freshpussy.com, the virgin buying website. I’d made it a habit to visit the website to find women to satisfy my needs. I needed to get a proper life, but that could wait.

  I logged into my account, searched through the site until my attention was drawn to one, Gina Blake. She was stunning in the black dress she donned in her display photo. I quickly clicked on her profile. From her description, I could tell she was an artist. I quickly made a five million bid for her virginity, hoping she’d accept. They always did.

  I unzipped my trousers, pulled out my fully erect cock, and stroked it gently to the sexy display photo of Gina Blake. Soon, she would be mine.

  Chapter Three - Gina

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. Someone was actually interested in me. My face lit up the moment Carrie turned the laptop screen, even before my eyes saw a bid of five million dollars for my virginity. I was astounded. Someone was actually attracted to me so much that they would go to the extent of paying five million dollars. What a world we’re living in.

  “Well, what are you waiting for, Gina? Accept the bid,” Carrie almost screamed in my face with excitement.

  I quickly accepted the bid and awaited further instructions from a certain Elijah Fillmore. The display photo attached to the name drew my attention. The name and the face sounded familiar. Especially the name.

  “Oh shit, it’s almost seven o’clock. My fiancé is going to show up any minute now,” Carrie cried out.

  My roommate’s sudden declaration brought me back to the land of the living. We packed some more boxes then hefted them outside our apartment. Carrie seemed overjoyed to be moving out. She was glowing from the prospect of sharing a home with her fiancée. It almost seemed like she’d already forgotten about me, about us.

  Was I really concerned about Carrie forgetting about me, or was I just jealous of her? I couldn’t figure it out. Maybe I was just sad, afraid of the idea of having to live without her. We stood outside our apartment in silence, neither one of us gaining the courage to say goodbye. We were done with packing. All of Carrie’s stuff was outside, ready to begin life in a new home elsewhere. We both avoided eye contact and stood there weirdly.

  “So, this is it, huh? This is where we say goodbye?” I could almost feel the tears building up inside my eyes, but I pulled myself together to put on a brave face.

  “I’m going to miss you, Gina,” Carrie finally looked at me, opened her arms for a hug as tears streamed down her cheeks. I hugged her tightly, crying softly on her shoulder. Ever since she pitched the idea of moving in with her fiancée, I was always hoping that day would never come, and maybe, just maybe, I’d spend another day in Carrie’s company.

  “He better be worth it. He better make you happy always, or I’m coming for him,” I said sternly as we both burst into laughter.

  We hugged for a few more seconds, then let go when we were interrupted by a van pulling over across the street. Carrie’s fiancée, husband-to-be, stepped out from the passenger seat then made his way towards us. Carrie was beaming with excitement all the while. She deserved to be happy. If this was the man to make her happy, then I wasn’t going to stand in her way.

  With the help of her fiancée, we quickly loaded the van. Carrie was good to go.

  “Promise me you’ll visit.”

  “I promise, Carrie, I promise.”

  She took both my hands in hers, looked me straight in the eye, and hugged me one last time without uttering a word. She got in the van. They drove along the street into the dark.

  I stood outside the apartment in thought for a little longer. Was I going to find a new apartment that I could afford? Or was I going to find a new roommate? The thought of living with anyone else other than Carrie was not welcome. I turned to look at the street one last time before going in and locking the door behind me.

  My thoughts quickly drifted towards Elijah Fillmore and his five-million-dollar offer. Where did I see that face? Or was it the name? I wasn’t sure. I reached for my phone in my bedroom and typed in his name on Google. Images of him dressed in suits showed up, additional information about him was also on display. What really caught my eyes was his financial status. Damn! He was a billionaire, the CEO of a cryptocurrency investment firm.

  It was then that I figured out from where I’d heard his name. A couple of months back, I read from a blog post about self-made billionaires that were single and sexy. What really caught my attention was the headline that read: Sexy, Single Billionaires That You Don’t Know About.

  A million questions raced across my mind as I lay on my tummy on my cozy bed with my phone between my palms. Why was he interested and willing to pay all those millions on a nobody like me? Given his billionaire status, it was easy to imagine how women threw themselves at his feet. I kept scrolling through the additional information that Google provided and was shocked at how old he was. He was too fine for a 41-year-old man. Was he too old for me?

  I drifted into a world of fantasy, imagining how I’d be able to afford my own place once I had the money deposited in my bank account. I’d be able to finance my art, pay for my rented apartment, maybe go for a vacation. I giggled at the thought of relaxing on a beach in the Caribbean, not having to worry about my life for a second.

  Then Carrie crossed my mind. The thought that she got a better deal than me agitated me. Was she better looking, or was I just miserable, and life gave me what I deserved? I wasn’t
going to let Carrie spoil my mood. Not today Carrie, not today.

  I got out of bed, heading straight for the kitchen then logged on to the website using my phone. I had a message in my inbox that stipulated all the details about my meeting with Elijah Fillmore. I was going to meet him in a mansion just outside of town, an address was provided. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to go through with this whole thing. Everything was bittersweet, considering what I had to do to get the money, but I was okay with that.

  I fixed myself a snack before retiring to bed to dream about money.

  ***

  The date set for my meeting with Elijah Fillmore was finally here. I could have sworn time flew so fast since I accepted his bid of five million dollars for my virginity. I don’t think I slept well enough in anticipation of the day. I was too excited.

  I jumped out of bed, hit the bathroom for a cold morning shower, dried myself, and came to the puzzle of what I was going to wear. I didn’t really have a problem with picking my outfit before today, but today was special. The pressure was getting to me. I tried and then dismissed several dresses before settling for a black and white sundress that perfectly fit me. I looked myself in the mirror then turned to my left so I’d see my hips. I was satisfied. Carrie’s words about being the most beautiful woman she’d seen echoed in my mind. They gave me confidence. I put on black flat-heeled rubber shoes and a pair of sunglasses to match. I loved the outfit. It showed so much of my character.

  I left my once shared apartment with Carrie, got into my red Mini Cooper, turned on the radio, and set off for the destination. I was in the mood today. The sun was up, clouds were clear, all signs of a good day ahead, or so I hoped. I sung to Rita Ora’s Body On Me, shook from side to side in the driver’s seat in happiness.

  About ten minutes later, when I pulled up at the planned address, my eyes were in disbelief. It was an abandoned warehouse about three miles off the main road. What is this? I wondered to myself as I got out of the car. I took off my sunglasses, taking in the scenery of the warehouse. I couldn’t understand what was happening. Did I get the address wrong? There should be a mansion here. The website said I was to meet Elijah Fillmore in a mansion at the address that was provided.

  My heart started beating profusely against my chest. Something was not right. I took a few steps towards the warehouse’s entrance but then changed my mind, starting to walk towards my car. I was just about to reach for the door handle when a deep voice called out my name from behind me. I dropped the keys to my car, turning around to see who it was.

  “I’m sorry if I startled you,” Elijah Fillmore spoke calmly and composed as he took long strides towards me.

  “I was just, uh, umm,” I stammered in hesitation, not knowing what to say.

  He was right in front of my eyes, in the flesh. Well over six feet tall, he was in a white long-sleeved shirt that was neatly tucked in blue denim jeans held in place by a black cowboy belt with black boots to match the outfit. He also wore a brown cowboy hat and a wristwatch. This was not what I was expecting from a CEO or a billionaire. It was too casual.

  By now, he was about two feet from me. As he bent down to pick my car keys, I caught a glimpse of his eyes. They almost matched the hat. Standing again, Elijah extended his hand in greeting and offered me my keys at the same time.

  “I’m Elijah Fillmore. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gina Blake,” he said as he shook my already extended hand.

  “I know who you are,” I said to myself, almost in disbelief that he was right in front of me, blushing to myself at the same time.

  “I know this is not what you expected. However, I have a little surprise for you inside,” he said sternly, almost authoritatively, but calm enough to calm my nerves. I could feel his left hand almost tapping my back as his right hand motioned me to follow him into the warehouse.

  “Where are you from, Gina?” he asked me as we walked towards the warehouse.

  “I’m from Maine, right by the ocean.”

  Elijah had a lopsided smile that lit up his whole face. “What a coincidence. I also grew up by the ocean too. Learned surfing when I was thirteen years old,” he said almost to himself. He was in total control. I could feel the energy around him being transmitted to me, and I grew to like it instantly.

  “Your profile said you were an artist.”

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Well, I have a job for you,” he explained as he opened the warehouse door to lead me in.

  There were wall-sized canvases inside, hundreds of them all empty waiting to be painted. My heart was exploding with excitement. This was what I wanted to be doing with my life, painting. And here he was, offering me what I couldn’t refuse. Paint brushes, paints of different colors lay all over the floor. This was heaven for me.

  Elijah noticed my excitement but said I could only paint on the canvases if I agreed to do a special painting with him first. He took my hand in his, leading me to the middle of the warehouse to show me what he had in mind.

  Chapter Four - Elijah

  I took Gina’s hand in mine, leading her deeper into the warehouse. The softness of her hand in mine when my skin came into contact with hers was divine. Ever since I read from her profile that she was an artist, I had this fantasy that we’d do a painting together, naked. I wasn’t sure she’d agree to paint with me, but I decided it was worth a try after seeing her in person.

  Gina easily followed my lead deeper into the warehouse. This turned me on. She was submissive and let me take control of everything. I liked being in control. I fed off of it. She hadn’t objected to anything I had proposed. The girl seemed calm and relaxed. It was natural for her. I really liked that. Unlike most experiences I had with women before this meeting, my experience with Gina didn’t seem rehearsed. Everything unfolded naturally. She wasn’t trying too hard to be someone she wasn’t. She was herself.

  Gina was everything I wanted in a woman. Outgoing, beautiful, but also reserved in her own way. The way her smile lit up the warehouse when she saw the canvases, the way her big blue eyes touched my soul every time she turned to look at me, the way she talked, the way she walked and carried herself with demeanor. Oh my God, she was heaven-sent. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. No, I couldn’t. I had always hoped to find a woman I could look at, see myself settling down and starting a family with. Gina was not just a beautiful woman but a woman of substance. A woman who’d seen and lived through a life that was different from mine. A life she could inspire our children with. Maybe this was my opportunity to turn my social life around, plus my whole view about women. Maybe she was the change I needed in my life. Maybe.

  From the moment I saw her getting out of her car, I knew this was going to be a memorable day. Gina was dressed simply but elegantly. Her choice in her outfit spoke volumes. She knew exactly how to compliment her sexy body; I could quickly tell she was confident. I loved confident women.

  “You’re full of surprises, Elijah,” she remarked as we made our way past all the canvases and brushes that lay scattered on the floor.

  Elijah? She called me Elijah. Most women I had been with didn’t dare call me by my first name. For some reason, they just called me ‘Mr. Fillmore’. I kind of got used to being addressed as ‘Mr. Fillmore’. Hearing her call me by my first name turned me on. Her voice was soft, soothing. I couldn’t help but imagine what her moans would sound like. The thought of taking her virginity never left mind, not for a second.

  “Here we are,” I said as we arrived at the middle of the warehouse, and she could see the enormous canvas that I had prepared for our special painting. Tubs of paint of different colors lined the small vicinity around the canvas.

  “Do you have an idea of what you want us to paint?” Gina asked, staring into my eyes suggestively as she bit her lower lip. I could have sworn she was teasing me, but I quickly realized she bit her lower lip whenever she was uncertain about something.

  “I must say, Gina, I hadn’t thought that
far,” I answered truthfully. This was not typical of me. I had always been proud of my ability to calculate every possible outcome of every move I made; I was a master at it. But every dog had its day. Today was mine.

  “But I hoped you’d have an idea of something, sort of, you’re the artist here, blow me away.”

  I couldn’t afford to not look in control — not before the most beautiful woman my eyes had ever seen.

  Unexpectedly, Gina dipped her left hand in one of the tubs of red paint. Instead of hitting the canvas, she touched my right shoulder then ran through the tight space between the canvas and me. That the hand soaked in paint brushed across the canvas and my shirt. The imprint left behind on the canvas as a result of her touch was a thing of beauty. I was blown away by her innocent but bold deed. She didn’t care who I was or the fact that she’d ruined my shirt. Instead, she giggled and kept running in circles between the tight space, brushing her paint-soaked hand against the canvas and me.

  “Oops, I’ve ruined your shirt!” she exclaimed amidst giggles, looking at me with her sexy blue eyes as if challenging me to follow suit.

  I liked that very much. I wanted to feel young again. I wanted to let loose, have fun, and forget about how miserable scheduled life was. Gina was the break in life that I craved for so long. In the few minutes we’d been together, she’d made room for me to express myself without having to worry about who I was or her judgment. I loved every bit of that.

  I dipped my hand in blue, ran across the tight space between Gina and me, bumping into the canvas. Her face glowed. She giggled even more. I could tell she was enjoying every bit of our experience.

  We repeated this for about thirty seconds before I ripped my shirt from my body, the paint splashing all over my abs and chest. Gina couldn’t help but stare at my bare, muscular torso. I could tell she loved what she saw.