I Sold My Virginity

Trust

"Why don't you trust me?" He asked.

I shouldn't have said that now he's going to ask me a butt load of questions I don't want to answer . "Because I just don't" I answered truthfully. "I don't know you all that well, why should I share a part of myself with you when you keep yourself so reserved"

He had a serious face, like he was mad at me but didn't want to show it. He adjusted his tie and walked toward the door. "Come with me" he said before he walked out.

I was about to say something but
I just followed quietly behind him.

He opened the door for me and I walked in.

"Take a seat" he said as he walked around his desk to sit in is chair.

I obeyed and put my hands in my lap.

"I don't want to sound rude saying this, but what I do, honestly, is none of your business. I payed for something and I expect to get it with no questions asked. So you have no need to worry about me and anoth-"

"Then take it" I cut him off.

"Don't interrupt me!" He raised his voice.

His assertiveness is turning me on. It's making me hot for him and I don't know why. I like when he's mean. I meant to be quiet and let him speak but I kept talking. "No. You're right you payed for something, so take it. Be a man and take what you want" I said through my teeth. I don't want to cry in front of him. I want to look tough.

He didn't say anything. He just gave me a look. A look that said 'if you don't take back what you said I'll rip your throat out' but I kept my mouth shut and my eyes peeled on him. "I won't tell you anything you don't need to know, Joshua, it's for your own good"

He slightly moved his eyebrow, making me realize that I now have his attention.

"I don't need you to tell me what's good for me. That's not why you're here"

I looked away from him and started looking around. At all the picture frames with no pictures. Why would he have no pictures? "I don't feel like arguing, I just want this to be over with" I stand up and walk over to one of them.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Why don't you have any pictures?" I picked it up.

He sighed. "Can we stay on task please?"

I turned around to look at him. "I'm done discussing, are we gonna get this done?" This meaning sex.

"No we have a lot to discus-"

"Okay then" I cut him off again. I turned back around and did more looking through his things.

I heard him stand up and I felt something pull me back. "Valentina, why are you being difficult?"

I shrugged. "I'm not, I just want this over with" I slightly yelled. "I don't wanna be here forever" he just looked at me. I sighed.

"What do you have to go back to, Valentina?!" He shouted. "Your little apartment? Your abusive mother? Your pathetic job?! I'm trying to help you, why can't you see that? You just don't know the things your mother has put you up to!"

He's right I don't have much, but so what? And what does this have to do with my mother? "What is she doing?" I asked.

"You should talk to her, Valentina, be with her before she dies" his eyes are getting soft again. He's still hiding something from me, what is it?

"What? She's not gonna die, why would she die? She's going through the treatments" he didn't say anything. He just stared at me. "Why would you say that?" I yelled and pushed his chest. "You're a dick!" I said before I walk out the room and out of the house.

I saw Nate the driver pull up and he opened the door for me. "Where to miss?" He asked.

"My moms" I pulled on my seatbelt and  looking out the window while he drove.

I saw him look at me through the mirror a few times but I didn't speak. I don't want to talk right now, there's too much on my mind. My mothers not going to die. She may be a bitch but she deserves to live.