Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

Claire’s POV

“Miss Dawson.” A deep voice sounded behind me.

I turned around only to find a tall and buff man with a buzz cut standing before me and behind him stood a black Bentley.

My eyes widened at the sight of the shining Bentley but thankfully I didn’t say something stupid to the intimidating man before me. Most of the guys in my school had already left and it was almost empty now. I’d been waiting for the past 20 minutes at the back entrance of my school.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Miss Dawson, my boss would like you to visit a couple of spas and dress shops before I take you to him.” The buff man, who I assume is Ross as the man who made me unravel yesterday told me.

“But why should….” I started but he cut me off.

“My boss also instructed you not to ask questions, I assume.” The buzz cut man said, leaving me annoyed as he opened the car door for me.

Frowning at him, I stepped in, laying back on the comfiest seats I’d ever sat on.

The whole ride, buzzcut doesn’t say anything at all, his mouth set in a grim line, it was like his face had been sculpted so that he couldn’t ever smile.

What a buzz kill !

I was only making these dumb jokes to prevent myself from hyperventilating.

A number of questions were running through my mind, what if my stepmother found out what I was doing…..she would burn me alive. I knew she’d been looking for a reason to throw me out of the house anyway.

But the thought that after all of this, I would be able to do whatever I wanted, that thought had me pacified.

Ross stopped the car outside a very expensive-looking spa.

“Just go in and tell the woman at the reception your name.” Ross said, handing me an appointment slip which had Claire Dawson written on it in jet black letters.

The kind lady at the reception smiled at me and led me to one of their VIP rooms.

What I thought would be a peaceful experience turned out to be really painful, having the most private parts of mine waxed after having my legs go through the same dreadful thing. That’s why I never waxed. It was so painful.

This man was going to extreme lengths just to spend a night with me. But I had to admit, I was certainly growing fond of his chivalry.

Ross stopped outside a dress shop and just like at the spa, he didn’t accompany me inside. I was intimidated by the headboard which read Ralph Lauren in huge letters, it screamed dresses worth thousands of dollars.

This guy had to be rich…..I mean filthy rich. Well, I did already know he was loaded. Because I’m pretty sure a broke guy couldn’t spend 10 million dollars for a night with a virgin !

The girl who received me at the 5-storey Ralph Lauren shop looked at me so condescendingly like I was some dirty thing who’d lost her way and mistakenly stepped into this pretentious store.

But I completely ignored her disgusted frown and just gave her a taunting smile when she handed me my dress, as if to say, “Hah ! You’re not the one getting 10 million dollars, bitch.”

When I slid on the dress in the changing room, I gasped when I saw myself in the mirror. This dress was perfect, no other dress would have looked better on me. The red fabric clung to my body like second skin, accentuating my breasts, making them look much bigger than they actually were. The neckline dipped down to just the middle of my chest, showing classy cleavage.

There was a slit in the dress which ran up to my upper thigh, completely exposing my right leg. The dress was held up on my body only by two thin dark red straps. I was so turned on just by the thought of him thinking about my body when he chose this dress for me, thinking about how hot it would look on me.

I had to admit, the man had excellent taste. The dark red color of the gown-dress looked great on my pale white body. The dress fit so perfectly that it made another question rise in my mind……how did he know about my measurements ?

But before I could mull over that question, I was whisked away to a salon where the beauticians did my makeup and gave my unruly hair the most stylish hairdo I’d ever seen.

“Ok, now you can look, milady.” The nice woman who did my hair told me. Grinning at me, she turned the chair so I could have a look at myself in the mirror.

I almost had a stroke at how good I looked, I looked like those actresses when they walked down the red carpet. My lips were a maroon red and my eyelashes were perfectly plucked and curled. The makeup gave my cheeks a rosy glow.

I just looked so elegant.

When Ross finally said that we were done with my makeover, it was at 7 in the evening. It’d taken 4 hours to turn me from a typical school girl to an elegant…..woman. The word itself seemed so foreign on my tongue.

“We’re here.” Ross said, stopping outside a vintage restaurant.

As he led me inside, my eyes almost popped out at the way the restaurant was decorated, it looked more like the insides of the palace of King Charles. Sparkling chandeliers hung from the ceiling, people dressed in clothes which must be more expensive than my family’s house sat around on circular tables covered by a royal red cover with golden lining.

The waiters here must be earning more than my family….I idly thought as Ross led me up.

With shaking legs, I followed buzzcut up the stairs as unpleasant thoughts crossed my mind. Would he be disappointed when he saw me ? What if he expects me to look better than I do right now ?

Ross stopped outside a private dining room which I assumed was kept reserved for the VIP.

“Miss Dawson, please turn around.” Ross says, making me raise an eyebrow at him.

“Why ?” I asked, my eyes widening at the sight of him slipping out a blindfold from his back pocket.

“No questions, Miss Claire.” Ross says.

Wrapping my hands around my exposed arms which felt colder than an iceberg, I turned around as Ross slipped on the shiny black fabric onto my eyes, completely blocking my vision.

Why did I have to wear a blindfold ? What was he a mafia or something that I couldn’t know of his identity, I jokingly thought. But when the possibility of that thought being actually true occurred to me, it didn’t seem so funny anymore.

Ross took my hand and led me inside the private dining room.

“You can leave now, Ross.” A deep, husky voice sounded not far off. Wait……that didn’t sound like the voice of the man I talked to last night.

Or maybe it’s just my imagination……God! Not being able to see anything just added on to my nervousness. What if the man was a creep?

I heard a chair creak, making my body slightly shiver as I realized the mysterious man had stood up, I heard his footsteps nearing towards me.

I felt a warm, muscular hand engulf mine. “Come”. He said, very close to my ear, all I could do was nod. All my usual sassiness evaporating into thin air.

He pulled a chair out for me, his hand on the small of my back as he helped me sit down.

The naked skin of my back tingles from his touch.

But there just seemed something off about him. The man I talked to last night had a hot voice but his….his just emanated sexuality. It had a certain dangerous edge to it.