Chapter 34
I fucked up.
Somehow, despite my well-crafted ability to control myself, I managed to tell Adalaide that no other man was allowed to touch her but me.
Where the fuck did that even come from?
I’ve fantasized about having her in my bed. I’ve dreamed that one day she’d look at me and say she loves me as much as I do her. But never, not once, did I think I’d dictate her sex life.
I have no excuses. She was drunk and shared the fact that she’s a virgin with me, and instead of being a good guy and helping her home like I should’ve, I told her that her virginity belongs to me now.
Fucking hell, what do I do?
I need to take it back. I should apologize and tell her to ignore what happened. She’s free to do whatever she wants, and I won’t say a word.
But I don’t want to do that.
The way she looked at me after I demanded she save herself for me had me harder than I’ve been in years.
I imagined her saying, “Yes, Sir,” and now I can’t get the fantasy out of my head.
The woman of my dreams wants me to take her virginity.
How does a man say no to that?