Virginity Sold (Book 1)

When we reach the small school, we all were asked to take a pavilion to draw and paint children’s things, I have touched landscapes, that will be easy.

“Well, how long have you known how to speak Italian?”

Hearing what Randon asked, made me laugh, “well, all my life, and this pasta you will not eat, so stop looking at ass and get to paint, do not try to ruin my drawings or it will go very badly for you.”

He looks at me smiling, “the aggressive expert.” He said to himself, I’m not surprised he called me that, everyone who tries me ends up saying the same.

Bored, I turned on the music on my mobile to lighten the mood. The teacher arrives at the right time ”Putrate” by Ricky Martin started playing.

“EEEAAAA COME PROFE TO DANNING,” he start to dance and all applaud, the way dance and the way he was moving his hips kept everyone entertained.

“Aaaa ... EAAA ... EAA,” everyone joined in the chorus while the teacher dances with me, the laughter and the applause was fun and I forgot for a few minutes, everything that was happening in my life.

“Veive fabric, I can’t remember the last time I danced like that,” said the agitated teacher, panting really hard.

“BAILAR IS GOOD PROFE,” Ricky says.

Again, we focused on work and we strive to the fullest so that the work is impeccable. Tired and with our arms hurting, we look satisfied at our creation in a medium to finish.

“Young experts, next Thursday we will end,” the teacher said before leaving to talk to the school principal.

“Did he call you?” Carla asked.

Surprised by her question, I shook my head, “no, he hasn’t. I have checked my phone and I do not have calls or messages.”

My friend looks at me seriously, “can you show me the contract?”

This time, I was more confused, I frowned and asked, “why?”

She rolled her eyes, “just give me the contract.”

Annoyed, I opened my bag, I take out the damn contract and stamp it on her chest, “here is the fucking stupid contract, I do not want you to tell me anything about Mr. Hamann, I don’t want to think about him nor do I want to be with him.” I turn to leave but I stopped to look at here again and she looked furious.

“Take a look, he’s on whatsapp,” she showed me her phone. Frowning, I take a look on what displayed on the phone.

‘Appearances deceive and in many occasions the sweet is acid.’

Reading that caption confused me but when I opened the photos, my heart stops. What is this?! Destroyed and betrayed, I covered my mouth with my hand and my eyes crystallize. Ian is fucking a woman, she looks very excited, each photo shows a different position and it is appreciated too well, I can see how he carries his cock inside her, also having anal sex. I looked at my friend confused. “Who took this?” I asked in a whisper.

“I don’t know, here, look,” she showed me the contract.

“What?” I look at it, she shows me the last sheet and in the back is something written, I did not see it that day because I didn’t bother to check. I gave her the phone and I hurried to read.

‘Miss Cook will spend every weekend of the next 6 months with Mr. Hamann, the days will start from 00 on Saturdays, until 00 on Mondays. The signed agreement has the possibility that its terms can be changed, in the sense that the days are extended per week and years, giving way to a life contract. Miss Cook belongs to the buyer once he decides.’

“This is serious Marili,” Although hearing that, against all odds, anger invades me.

”That damn unfortunate man bought me,” I screamed even though we were surrounded by our classmates, “I will pay him, I swear, every word he ordered wrote in this contract.” The pain for my boyfriend’s deception and impotence of being so careless surpassed me.

“If you want to cry, cry,” Carla said in a whisper.

“I’m not going to cry, I do not have to do it, I cannot blame Ian, he just sought what I did not give him and I remind you that I also did the same,” I tried not to scream, “I also cheated, but of course he could have hear me out,” I shut my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, “I don’t want to talk anymore, I need to think.” My friend nods and finally, the teacher arrives and we left that place.

“Give me your phone,” she gave it to me, I write a message and send to myself, returning it, I changed her name on my phone.

“What are you doing?” She asked, confused.