DEFLOWERING THE VIRGIN SMUT WRITER

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“…ladies and gentlemen, good evening and enjoy the party.” Loud applause was rounded after EGG’s speech. I didn’t know his name for now so he’s EGG (evil gorgeous guy).

I began to pace nervously. What mess have I gotten myself into? I just told him that I would do whatever he wanted as a catch for not giving me away to my evil manager. What if he wants money? Yes, good going Jed, he will definitely want money when he has a ton of it. What if he wants to torture me for fun? Then goodbye cruel world, I hardly knew ya. Endless list of things went around my mind, swirling and twirling me my brain until it turns into a soupy mess.

To make matters worse, from what I’ve read from the magazines about him, he’s the one of the players that didn’t show mercy to any gender. He dates anyone who seem to grasp his attention, now, it was me.

A waiter pass by me carrying a tray of whatever drink is settles in there, I halt him and grab a glass, drowning in it before asking for another. He points me to a nearby bar, and I unconsciously sat in a stool, asking for a shot of that amazing blue drink.

“Oh goddess. There you are!” An obnoxious voice of a woman, also known as my manager drifts onto my ears. “How dare you ditch me and hide when it was time for you to receive your award!”

Huh? Ditch her? She f*****g ditched me to mingle with his friends! “I didn’t ditch you, Ms. Beatrice. I went to get air and use the restroom but by the time I got back, the new CEO is already giving his speech.” I shrug at my lie and casually drink my blue something.

“Well you better straighten yourself up, the CEO is asking for you in his office.” She said, as if annoyed by my mere presence. I huff in return. I always knew I wasn’t right in the head when I chose her to be my manager. She’s an evil devil witch. She asks for a shot of vodka, straightly downing it in one go. “Jed, we actually don’t have the luxury of time, let’s go.” She deadpans.

“Mmkay, get back to me after a few minutes, I need to compose myself.” She rolls her eyes but got up and mingled again. I stuck my tongue at her back before finishing the rest of my blue drink and asking for another and another and till I lost count before she approaches me again.

“There, I gave you a few minutes.” She crosses her arms across her chest. I stand up to follow her but waaaait, the world is spinning. Thank god for all the practice of composing myself when I have a panic attack, I could definitely use it now. Ugh, I feel drunk; maybe that blue thingy has alcohol. I shouldn’t have drunk it. Well, too bad, so sad, I did and there’s no use crying over spilt milk, maybe I could use the crying later when I embarrass myself by spilling my vomit.

With a slight wobble and the use of my full will and strength, we eventually reached a double door that is elegantly carved with a dragon figure facing each other, like a Gemini or whatever. “There you go.” Ms. Beatrice said, preparing to leave.

“Wait, you’re not coming with me?”

“Of course not, you’re old enough to handle it Jed.” She left m behind with my mouth hanging. How could she! She knew I feel wary about people given the fact that I don’t attend events like book signing.

Fuck s**t, what to do? What to do? I couldn’t stay like this for the whole evening can I? I swear, I will fire her after this. I tipped forward due to the drunken state I am in; I hit my head on the door twice before stumbling back and falling on my butt. Thank god, the floor is carpeted; otherwise, I’ll definitely have a bruised butt tomorrow.

“Come in.” A familiar voice sounded, sending shivers down my spine. Where did I hear this voice?

 I push the double doors open by stumbling forward yet again. This time, I feel face first on the carpeted floor. “Oh God, I sweat the floor wants to hug me.” I groan, standing up rather easily due to a hand helping me to my feet. “Oh, thank you.” I face the owner of the hands groggily; I need to squint my eyes to adjust it to the lighting above before facing the creature in front of me.

Oh holy night, he’s the guy from earlier! The one who tricked me into something and gave a speech thingy on a stage! “Wait! You’re EGG! The one who tricked me! I thought I would be meeting the CEO in this room- oh wait, are you the CEO? I’m so so sorry!” I apologize, dropping on my knees, like a samurai begging for forgiveness.

“Are you drunk?” EGG said and scoops me up. “No way! I’m not drunk nor I’m light so put me down or you’ll break your arm due to my fat ass.” He puts me down on a sofa. Hmm, I can smell his cologne on my suit, delicious!

I suddenly flinch when he cup the globes of my ass and pinch it. “Yeah, you’re right, it’s a fat ass.” He says while licking his bottom lip.

“You-you p*****t evil gorgeous guy! I haven’t given you permission to cup my bum!” I shout at him.

“I apologize then, now, can I touch your bum?” he asks politely, bowing his head playfully. I feel my face heat up at the thought. “I guess so,” I reply, not really thinking.

 He laughs loudly instead and sits on his chair, opening his laptop in the process. “Are you a virgin Mr. Walker?” he asks, looking at me intently.

“Definitely; I haven’t had any boyfriend in the past. Tell me, am I not hot?” I ask desperate for an answer to why I don’t have any relationships in the past.

“Yes, you’re not hot.” He says, smirking at me. I frown at him, he could’ve lied you know to boost my ego or something. “You’re not hot Mr. Walker, you’re blazing.”

I smile at him widely and stand up, stumbling a little. “Thank you! Can you be my boyfriend now? You can have my virginity!” I lean on his desk and he looks again at me.

“Sure, but I need you to sign a contract. Here, let me print this.” He quickly types on his laptop and prints a document. Grinning widely, he hands me a copy.

August XX, 20XX

I, Christian Jed Walker agree to the following things stated as a compensation for the favor given by Mr. . Derek Wesley Markesan.

1.       I will agree to be his slave for the whole six months.

2.       I will agree to be his boyfriend as well.

3.       I will reserve my virginity to his awesome self.

4.       I will tend to his every need.

5.       I will follow everything that he will add in this contract.

As a sign of my sincerity, this document that I will sign will take effect fully and shall not forfeit unless I want to see my name in every news publish as a fiancé of Mr. Markesan and expose me as the author of the e*****a stories that I had published.

Signed by both parties,

CHRISTIAN JED WALKER

DEREK WESLEY MARKESAN

I signed the document and kiss it before giving it to him. Derek Wesley Markesan, what a sexy name. I thought before I see darkness engulf me.

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Waking up is the most dreading thing I’ve experienced with a pounding headache threatening to split my head open. f**k, I promise to god and my country, I will never drink any alcoholic drink for the rest of my existence.

I clutch the black sheets of my bed and pull it up to cover my head, as well as my naked torso. Hmm, it smells good and the sun is shining on my blinds-wait, when I had black sheets on my bed and blinds on my window? I shot up almost immediately but regret doing so. Now my head will definitely fall of. I spot an Advil on the bedside table and a glass of sweating apple juice, indicating that it had been set there for a while.

I search for a shirt and found a large one on a chair near the window. I must admit the room is made to perfection, no single spot of dirt and disorganized things except for the unmade bed I just got out of. I sighed and follow the trail of bacon and eggs lingering in the air, whoever this person is, he must be truly awesome when he can cook and can organize his things well.

The sizzling of the pan as I enter the kitchen and dining area makes my stomach grumble. The pristine white counters are cleaned thoroughly, leaving no mess behind as the man behind the stove cooks.

“You” I point at him, I can remember him clearly from last night as the CEO of the publishing company but if he’s the owner of this flat, then why the f**k am I here? “What did you do to me?”

“Feisty in the morning aren’t we? Aren’t you supposed to have, umm, a hangover or something you know?” He says, not really paying me attention while stirring the bacons, flipping them occasionally.

“I took the pill. But why am I here?” I sit on the stool behind the breakfast bar. “Don’t you remember? You came to me last night drunk and offered me this,” He reached for a folder on the top of the counter. “Read it.”

My mind suddenly flashed back into a certain scene, leaving my mouth hanging.

…“I think so; I haven’t had any boyfriend in the past. Tell me, am I not hot?” I ask desperate for an answer to why I don’t have any relationships in the past.

“Yes, you’re not hot.” He says, smirking at me. I frown at him, he could’ve lied you know to boost my ego or something. “You’re not hot Mr. Walker, you’re blazing.”

I smile at him widely and stand up, stumbling a little. “Thank you! Can you be my boyfriend now? You can have my virginity!” I lean on his desk and he looks again at me.

“Sure, but I need you to sign a contract. Here, let me print this.” He quickly types on his laptop and prints a document. Grinning widely, he hands me a copy.

Oh my ass. I definitely did signed a contract last night but I didn’t think that it was this kind of contract. What have I gotten myself into?

“You-you tricked me you evil gorgeous guy!” I shout at him.

“I did not; you’re the one who seduced me into agreeing to a contract, now you got to pay the prize!” He beams at me and smirks maniacally.

“I’m letting your grandfather know about this you blackmailing jerk.” I glare at his face and huffs. His face is so not helping him. Gorgeous or not I will castrate him.

“Sure, go ahead. Let me phone the media and release the coverage of your seduction first.” He waves his hand to emphasize the word seduction. I frown at him. I don’t have a choice in this argument. He’ll have his way. Curse this Manipulative bastard with his sexy self.

My stomach grumbles loudly, much to my annoyance and embarrassment. Goodbye dear pride, you’ve been shattered over and over again. I must admit, it was partly my fault. If I didn’t drink that stupid drink, none of this would ever happen. I could be at home right now, basking in my solitude.

He chuckles at me and flips the last batch of the pancakes, plating it in a large plate. f**k that fluffy goodness, I want them. I pout at him when he didn’t even ask me to sit down with him in his dining table.

“I’m a guest you know, aren’t go gonna feed me?” He raises his brow at me, looking handsome for the nth time.

“You’re not going to be treated like a guest. Our contract takes effect today and you will be spending most of your time with me so,” He says and grabs a plate for himself. “help yourself. The juice and other drinks are in the fridge, the plates and kitchen utensils are in the drawers.”

I have never obeyed someone’s order before but I f*****g did. I grab a plate on a cupboard and opened a new carton of orange juice, pouring it in a glass before making my way to the table. I watch him put a hefty amount of strawberry syrup in his pancakes. Ew? Disgusting.

“Where’s the maple syrup?” I love maple syrup. It tastes like honey. He points his fork towards his pantry. I sigh; of course he doesn’t use maple syrup, he’s into strawberry, as odd as he can be.

After retrieving a bottle of maple syrup, I settled down comfortably on my chair opposite him. if he want me to act at home, then I may act like I’m in mine then. I sit Indian style in the chair, thank God cause  my legs does fit, imagine my struggle if I can only barely fit my ass in a tiny chair with all the Indian sitting I’m doing.

He looks at me funny and I continue eating casually. I put the bacon in between to pancakes and reached for a mayo after putting some scrambled eggs in. Hmm, yum! (a/n: don’t mind his eating, I eat weird things like that and I find it great.lol)

“What the f**k are you doing?” He asks confusedly. I am making myself at home you ass.

“Eating?” I state which came out as a question before taking a big bite of my pancake sandwich and preparing another but with a butter and maple syrup filling.

“Well… it’s its… fine, do whatever you want.” He ended up sighing and eating his food. Good, if you don’t want to have problems with me then don’t try to change me ‘cuz I won’t do you any justice.  I continue eating my food, pouring a bit more maple syrup than intended.

“So should I call you Mr. Markesan or plain Derek?” He looks at me and wipes the corners of his mouth with a piece of a towel. Damn him and his way to look annoyingly handsome.

“Derek is fine but if you are at home doing house chores then address me as Sir.” My jaw fell at what he just said. You mean Sir like sensei or Sir like b**m sir?

“Okay but let me clear things for you. First, I’m not into b**m. No one’s whipping my ass so no. Second, WHY THE f**k DO I NEED TO f*****g CLEAN YOUR HOUSE!? I can’t even colonize my own flat let alone clean yours you d**k head!?” I shout at him, fed up by his annoying orders. If I will survive the whole 6 months I’m partying and mingling with people.

“Who said I’m into b**m? If the cleaning is what you’re pouting about, then it’s not my problem anymore.” Derek stands up, loading his dirty dishes into the dishwasher. “And also, you get to cook and clean the dishes; I’m just giving you a head start. Chop chop, we need to get your things from your apartment.”

I swallow the pancakes and bacons that fill my mouth and wash it up with the orange juice. “Why do I need to get my things?” I ask confusedly. He just looks at me annoyed and kneed both of his temple with the thumb and index of his left hand.

“You’ll be staying with me from now on.”