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Buying the Virgin

The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Nineteen

My Master lays a hand on my knee. “Charlotte, this is a no strings offer. I’ve more than had my money’s worth from you. I won’t expect you to get back into bed with me, or anyone else.” He pauses and winks, “Although, I’d not be likely to refuse if you offered. I think Michael would agree with me.” His head points to our friend sitting in the back.

I blush and look down.

“It’s alright,” he says. “I understand. You’re back in real life again now. No longer part of the fantasy world of the last week. And I don’t doubt, with your looks and er…skills, it won’t be long before you have a real relationship again.”

“Master…I…”

“I’m only your Master for another five minutes. Our time is almost up. Don’t worry. Here...” He passes me something, a card. “That’s my business card. Contact me any time…”

Michael’s hand reaches forward, passing me another one. “And this is mine. The same applies. If you need anything, call.”

We pull up into the station car park and I get out. Michael and my Master also get out. “Let us carry your luggage. Let us be gentlemen for you.”

I smile. “Thank you, Gentlemen.”

Outside the station. My Master shuffles his feet and looks down. “This is it then.”

I nod. “This is it. Thank you for everything Master. And you too Michael.”

He looks at his watch. “Our week is done. I am officially no longer your Master. I am simply ‘James’.”

He leans forward and kisses me on the cheek. “Thank you, Charlotte.”

As he kisses me, I curl my hands around the back of his head, whispering into his ear, “No matter what life brings me - college, success, relationships, marriage - you will always be my Master. Thank you, for what you have done for me.”

He pulls back, standing tall and straight in front of me. I continue, addressing both him and Michael. “I know I was lucky, getting you, both of you.copy right hot novel pub

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