Chapter Seven : V Card???
Chapter Seven
Grant Pov : V Card???
I’m a lot of things in life, but one thing I’m not is allergic to moans or any sound of sex.
And I’m damn sure what I just heard was a moan. She didn’t speak. She probably isn’t even aware it slipped out of her mouth.
Talk about ‘Yes, sir.’
“No, I didn’t,” the pretender lied.
Ever since I saw her at my birthday party, pretending not to know me or have any memory or anything to do with me, I’ve been wary of her.
But then I started to think that maybe she’s just shy. With her love for oversized glasses, baggy sweaters, and a novel always glued to her hand, it would fit.
But what really made me doubt that image was how she’s hot one moment, and then the next she’s like a turtle retreating into its shell.
Too contradictory.
Too… fake.
It has to be a mask, one of her many little facades.
Now she’s giving me more weapons to add to my arsenal of suspicions about her.
“You actually did moan, Nova.”
“No, I—”
“Can you just stop lying and be yourself? Stop pretending to be what you’re not.”
She’d literally forced that out of me, pushed me to the wall.
I don’t do outbursts. I’m not a fan of losing control.
gods don’t lose control. And since she’s already knelt in my temple to worship a part of me, I’m definitely her god, and she shouldn’t have the power to push me over the walls of my own emotions in my own kingdom.
Who the hell is she, and why do I keep getting out of character around her?
First, she’s my daughter’s friend, as she so tightly pointed out the other day.
Second, I don’t relate with women outside my family unless it’s to: Release my cum or Exercise my authority as a Dom while they scream my name and beg for mercy. I’m their god after all.
Third, I don’t share my space with people. I even had my daughter stay in a hostel, even though her school is barely a twenty-minute drive from the house. That’s how much I hate people breathing around me. My personal guard doesn’t even stay on the same floor of the same building as me.
But Nova, tempting, infuriating Nova has been toying with my boundaries like they’re a dildo for her to play with.
For the last week, I’ve avoided her on purpose, hoping she’d fade into the background where she belongs while I focused on more important matters in my kingdom.
But her perfume, her clumsiness, the sound of her flipping pages… they’ve all been nagging at the edges of my mind.
I hate that she destabilizes me this much. And it’s time I returned the favor.
“I… I wasn’t lying.”
Now she’s back to her default setting, the shy nerd.
What was I saying before she distracted me? Something about… rules, right.
“We’ll have this discussion another time. When you’re more stable and not… distracted.”
I put weight on that last word for me as much as it was for her and felt a spark of satisfaction when she reddened like a ripe tomato.
I headed back to my study. Minutes later, while working on a pending contract, I realized something… the occasional buzz of my phone was missing.
That’s when I remembered leaving it on the dining table while talking to Nova earlier.
She was still there, but now she was gesticulating wildly while speaking into the phone. I caught a glimpse of my daughter’s face on the screen just before I heard her voice.
They better be talking about schoolwork.
I don’t know Nova well, but I’m sure she’s smart enough not to tell Lena she kissed her father. My daughter may be sweet, but she’s got the Irish temper of her late mother, and she wouldn’t hesitate to put any “flirty” friend of hers in her place.
“Tyler is cool, and honestly, it’s time you lose your V-card, Nova.”
I’d been walking over to grab my phone, but that statement froze me mid-step. I slipped back into the shadows.
V-card. Last I checked, that meant virginity.
Don’t tell me Nova is a virgin. The throat goddess who worshipped at my temple looked far too skilled for that.
“You’re twenty-two, and you’ll be twenty-three before summer’s over. It’s high time you let someone show you what it means to get an orgasm.”
I didn’t want to hear my daughter talk like this again… but I did appreciate her pushing Nova. And I was enjoying this.
“Orgasm is the least of my worries and I’ve experienced it several times. Thanks for your overwhelming trust in me.”
“Okay, fine. But you’re still a virgin, and it’s more embarrassing to say out loud.”
Wait. Does this mean Lena’s no longer a virgin? I had her aunt give her the sex talk at thirteen. She’d better not get pregnant for some douchebag.
“No, Lena. What’s more embarrassing is you talking like being a virgin is bad. It’s my life, my pussy, my virginity.”
I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall. So much passion, so much dedication to her virginity. Does that mean she doesn’t want to have sex yet?
“No, it’s not.”
That sounded like their third roommate… Stacy? Katie?
“It is my pussy and my v card, Katie. Don’t be a bully.”
Okay, her name is Katie.
“I’m not doing this with you anymore, Nova. I’ll forward your contact to Tyler and have him message you directly.”
Lena’s voice had that authoritative edge I recognized. My daughter really is like me.
Shame she’s not a son.
“And if you love yourself, your privacy, and me as your best friend, you’d better treat him well. If not, I’ll put you on Tinder,” Katie added.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Nova angrily tapped the red button, ending the call before screaming into her sweater.
Her muffled frustration and the way she tugged at her ponytail was… a beautiful sight. Definitely something I’d enjoy remembering.
I filed all the information I’d just gathered into a private mental folder definitely for future use.
“…and no matter what, Nova, you are not a failure for being a virgin.”
So now she was giving herself pep talks as she hugged herself out of the room.
“Self-pleasure orgasms are still orgasms.”
Her voice was fading down the hall.
“And unless you find someone ready to take you roughly and forcefully, you’re definitely not getting fucked by a boy who barely knows what he’s doing.”
That last bit was delivered with passion and sounds like a promise.
So… she likes it rough.
I knew the nymph I saw at the club was hiding somewhere inside her.
I’m ready to play the long game for as long as she wants to pretend. But before she leaves my house, I will take that pussy and every other one of her wildest fantasies will be sacrificed at the altar of my Red Room.