Vince was dreaming of a beautiful face that was sweetly smiling at him when his body jerked and his eyes flung open.
Where's Diadem? She was the first thing that came to his mind.
He looked at his side, hoping to find her, but she was no longer there. He woke up alone in his bed.
Something tugged in his heart. Was it a feeling of emptiness?
Disappointed, he hovered his eyes around the room. A deafening silence welcomed him.
He propped up on his knees, eyebrows cocking in mixed emotions. He quickly brushed his hands on his face, and after hissing a silent cuss, he clambered out of the bed.
The nagging emptiness after he woke up without her in his arms poked his heart. It did not feel good, but he willed himself to stay unaffected. It was not a big deal.
His eyes dropped to the bed, and his eyebrows knitted when he saw the crumpled bed cover. The color of the cover was pale cream, and he could clearly see the red stains on it.
Curious, he edged closer and looked closely. The red stains appeared like dried droplets of blood.
What?
He wanted to make sure so he ran his hand over the stains, feeling them in his fingers.
They were really dried droplets of blood. He couldn't be mistaken.
Where the hell did they come from?
He checked on himself to see if he had a cut in his skin. He couldn't find any. And he snapped his fingers when a thought crossed his mind.
He could only think of one thing. The dried droplets of blood surely came from Diadem. No one else.
Oh, shit! He snapped again when realization hit him.
Diadem bled when he claimed her. The stains on the sheets told him so.
She was still a fucking virgin?! Holy mother of God!
His chest suddenly tightened when mixed emotions rushed in his heart. He swallowed hard, amazed by the discovery. Diadem was still a virgin when he took her. He was the first man in her life. Whoa! It was unbelievable!
That explained why she was tight and small when he claimed her. He thought that she was just not used to his big size, but it turned out that she was still really untouched.
My, how lucky could he get?
He grinned at the thought. He wasn't expecting that, but it was a great honor to be the man who had the liberty to pop her super crunchy cherry. He could take that as an achievement and also a big bonus to his plans.
The thought invigorated the iron in his blood.
The smile on his lips remained even until he was inside the bathroom, taking a quick shower. He was really over the moon with how things turned out so well between him and Diadem. He only wanted to score on her, but he was given an awesome bonus. Her virginity was surely a treat.
Oh, how exciting it was thinking that he had already successfully claimed his first base against Diadem, and he couldn't wait to hit a home run.
Ah... he could already smell the success of his plans in the air this early.
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The Billionaire Bastard Is The Man Of Her Dreams
General FictionNOTE: Full English Edition WARNING: Contains scenes and language not suitable for minors. Recommended for ADULTS ONLY! The queen of the boardroom only has one golden rule in life - never marry for love. Unlike many women, Diadem was a hardcore non-b...