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“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.
