All Chapters of Taming The Virgin CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

23rd February 2019The last time I was ever crusty on a Saturday. I had attended a party... Not my kind of party, a search party actually for Charlie who was forcefully taken from our home by a bunch of big muscled men without any explanation. He left the house with bruises and probably unconscious. So one can imagine the panic fuelled by over thinking on what actually happened to him. Luckily... Or unluckily, he turned up alive on that Saturday after a Friday full night search in the woods. He was in the hospital though, and when he finally could speak, turns out money was not the issue. Another human was, female to be exact. Charlie is far dumber than Patrick, SpongeBob's best friend. I'm sure Patrick will know not to cheat with Plankton's wife. Charlie cheated with the wife of a crazy gang loan shark idiot who only "forgave" him because his wife begged for mercy. The entire story is a mess honestly. But that was the last time I was unlookable on a Saturday... Until today. Whoeve

"Oh wow, you look," Gary's eyes dropped down to my exposed thighs, "stunning as always." His said smiling, taking his sweet time for his eyes to finally meet mine."Thank you, you don't look bad." I waited on him to open the car door for me before making acquaintances with his car."So, where are we going?" He settled into the car and started working around the GPS."Harleys! The best ribs making restaurant ever!""I will take your word for it, I do love me some ribs." He started the car,"What?" I asked when he took the key out of the ignition switch."Don't ever do what you did today.""Why not, you couldn't keep your friend down?" I leaned towards him, my breasts threatening to come out.Without speaking, his right hand was around my neck, and he crashed our lips together. His left hand went down in between my thighs, grabbing tight enough to probably leave a bruise.Who knew IT specialist guys could be this dominant?He caught my bottom lip in between his lips and pulled back, hand

#SundaysAreForLoversA new trend that has been spreading around on social media, Facebook mostly.Being a person that never groups my days for a specific occasion, I always find this stupid because Sundays are for anything. Until today...I was so high on a drug forcing me to forget Mr Zwide that I allowed Gary to fu-... Apologies, wrong use of language... I allowed him to blow my brains out, the problem? The condom broke. And now Sundays are for me praying to a non-existent God that I do not fall pregnant. I pray no sperm is swimming towards my egg, or eggs... Imagine if it's more than one baby..."Did you drink the warm water with salt?" Rebecca brought me my morning pill during my state of panick, on the bathroom floor. "Does that even work?" I swallowed the pill, not even waiting to be assitstated by water. "I don't know! Why didn't you take your morning pill?" "I don't know! I didn't think such will happen."How could I have been this stupid? I was just an idiot believing I h

Never fall for the targetNever fall for the targetNever fall for the targetNever fall for the targetNever fall for the-Candice-target Never fall for the targetCandiceNever fall for the target"Candice!" I snapped out of my zone when Delroy placed his hand on mine, "I think you need to go home, you've been working all day long.""Isn't that what I'm paid to do?""Not if you're working like a robot. It's six pm, you haven't eaten because the food I brought you are still in the plastic bag untouched." He pointed at the plastic bag laying on my desk that I did not know was there in the first place.I have this ability of just focusing on one thing, and shutting out everything around me no matter how insane I might look.The method has definitely helped out in killing whatever "feelings" I might have started to develop for people that were supposed to be targets. And now, it has helped me to kill and bury whatever that was starting to brew when interacting with Delroy. In other wo

The clock on my bedroom wall read 02:15, and I was still up and painting. My curtains were still pushed open, granting me a great source of light from the moon. The silence of the streets helped me not to start pulling my hair. From the outside, it was peaceful. But the inside was in havoc. My brain was a train wreckage, that just kept on burning and burning. I wanted to let everything out but one canvas was not enough. So I was on my third one, this time I was using dark paints.The first one, is all colourful. I could see the painting just dancing whenever I glance at it. It's happy. Very happy, just like how at most I've been feeling. I don't know but I'm just tasting happiness, true happiness, without it being forced and it's amazing. But, there is something holding me back.And I just had to put that in my next canvas. It's... It's a mixture of both. The happiness that comes with the doubt. That comes with wall strong and high as that of Jericho. So, I painted myself being pulled