Selling Her Virginity. BWWM

Chapter 2

Tuesday ,

29 January, 2019.

12:20㏘.

MORGAN DREW MILTON.

"Mom, I'm okay". I said to my mom who's hand was on mine from across the table. 

"You don't look like it". Her hand poked my face as she was examining me, gaining stares from other customers at restaurant. "You need a chef. She took a sip of her lemon tea. And a woman". 

I choked on my iced tea. "Mom, really?".

"Yes Drew, good s*x is everything". I smiled at her logic. "At least Jennifer knows it".

"Mom, can we not go there?. Let's just enjoy a Jennifer free lunch". I pleaded. She nodded. 

"Hi, good afternoon. What can I get you?". I heard the waitress say the voice familiar. I already had the menu detailed in my mind.

"I'll have what you're having Drew". I placed the order not looking at the waitress.

*Ten minutes later and still no food*. 

"What do you mean you want another advance?!". Me and my mom turned our heads to the manager's office just staring at the door. 

"Your grandpa, is sick again. He barked again. Is that enough reason for another advance Marie?". 

The waitress approached our table. "Here's your order sir". But her voice was different, I raised my face to see a blonde black girl. 

"What's happening in there?". My mom inquired as she took a look at the fresh salad. 

She scoffed flipping her hair, "Marie's always on the manager's nerve. Ever late to work, ever complaining, always asking for a raise or advance. Can I get you anything else?".

My mom shook her head clearly disgusted, by the girl's intuition. "Some people need education Drew"

I chuckled at her. She stood up straightening her satin sleeve shirt. "I'll be back". She headed in the direction of the manager's office, I didn't say anything. It was always her thing to help. 

I picked up my phone my tip hovering Jennifer's number. I shook my head stashing it away at my pocket. Three minutes later, my mom was out with a big ole smile on her face. 

"Think I just found a solution to your problem". My forehead creased, as my eyebrow raised up. "Sorry, my problem".

"What do you mean?"

"Meet miss Brooke Clayton, your new chef". She sat down revealing virginity seller. 



I choked on my tea, almost spitting it in my mom's face. "Drew, baby are you okay?". 

"Yes, mom. "And I don't think I need a chef, especially one you just met". 

"Nonsense!". She chided. "Its God sent". I opened my mouth. "I don't want to hear anything else. You know my judgement about people are still spot on". Her phone went on. "I have to go". 

"Brooke, he'll tell you everything that needs to be known". She nodded as my mom walked out. 

She sat down, taking a fork eating my mom merely touched steak. 

"So I'm off right now". She said with her mouth full of meat. "So what do you need me to do, I got zero lectures today". 

I looked at her as she was eating and drinking clearly not caring if it was someone else's food or excuse me leftover.. 

"So you're going to pretend you don't know me?". I questioned. 

"It's better this way, Mr Milton". She burped,. "I mean I don't know you, you don't know me"

"I'm sorry, I can't do this". I opened my wallet paying the bill and leaving a huge tip for the waitress.. 

"Oh, no you don't!". She screamed banging the table, the spoons clattering. "One time a mistake, two time shame on you" 

"You're crazy".. 

"You have zero idea buster". She said standing up and putting her hands on my shoulders . "I have your mom's card and I can give her call. You don't want to break her heart do you?". 

I sighed, digging my hand through my thick hair. 

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BROOKE CLAYTON. 

7:30㏘.

I was looking for ways to take my bags outside my grandpa's room, but to no avail. 

"You found a place to stay?". 

"Yeah, grandpa. I got a job with free accommodation". That is true right, at this point I could do anything, other than sell my body. Not again. 

"Okay, be very careful Marie". He said caressing my face. "You know I've always let you make decisions by yourself". I nodded. 

I got both my bags outside, I kept the rest stacked at my only friend dorm room. 

I got out telling Natasha about my new job, boy was she happy for me. I took a cab to the address given to me for the house. I'm met with a security guy, ago was really rude and mean. 

I had to wait outside for Morgan because he hasn't gotten word about me. I had to wait in the cold for about an hour, I was about to give up and just leave when a white Bentley pulled up to the gate, I knew he was wealthy but not this wealthy. A freaking Bentley. I mean he almost paid me four million dollars for my virginity. So he sent the right message, I just didn't grab it. 

"Micah, it's okay". He said to the guy as he took a look at me. "I'm sorry". 

I smiled as he drove in and I picked my bag wiping my hair in the guards face as I walked past him. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the house in front of me. It's the biggest and most beautiful house I've seen in my twenty year existence. It was a deep Mediterranean style two storey house with a roundabout fountain, flowers that I didn't know their names planted neatly all around. Making the air smell delightful. 



       "I'm really tired. He said walking up the grand stairs. So just take a look and help yourself, take any room you like, except the one down the hall". I nodded as he walked away. 

    I walked to the kitchen, looking at the utensils that are still brand new and so are the appliances. I thought about the glorious things I could make in the kitchen. I opened the fridge clearly not seeing anything but snacks, picking a box of Oreo cookies heading for the rooms. 

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