Don’t hurt me I’m a virgin - S01 E27

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Don’t hurt me I’m a virgin - S01 E27

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

I let the water cascade soothingly on my b©dy as I wash myself using Jeremy’s vanilla scented shower jell.

I do this with a hvge smile on my face as I go over the change that has occurred since yesterday. How did I find myself here in the arms of the wealthiest, S-xiest man mankind can ever give to a woman?

The answer to this question, I haven’t a clue as to how and even though p@rt of my br@in is reprimanding how I’m falling too fast and how these sort of situations never end good, I ignore the rebuke.

At this moment I am happy, in fact this is the most happiest I have ever been throu-ghout my life. If my happiness comes from being with Jeremy then so be it. I could not care less if we are moving too fast with each other. I might as well enjoy this moment while it lasted.

I get out of the shower with a new acceptance and as I tie the robe around me and a towel on my hair, I venture back his be-droom.

The minute I enter his gracious master be-droom that’s when I st©p in my tracks. My gaze locked on what is on the be-d.

There, sitting conspicuously oppressing on the edge of the be-d are the Apple products.
At first, I am awestruck and dazed just staring at the glimmering sleek technology but once I realize that they are wra-pped in a somewhat blue ribbon, my dazed stare turns to a menacing glare.

This reaction does not go unnoticed by Jeremy who stands near the offending products. No, he has been as-sessing my reaction the minute I’d step out of the bathroom.

I pu-ll my eyebrow up as I point at the technology beside him, “What’s this?”

Even though I alre-ady have a faint idea what the MacBook Pro l@pt©p and the latest iPhone which is still in its context box is, I want to him to tell me what they are there for.
“It’s for you,” he answers testily.
At that I know he is fully aware of how I become abhorrent whenever he spends his money on me.

“For me?” I say this as if it’s a question not a statement.
He nods while one of his eyebrows arch upwards to study my reaction.

“Jer–”
“Before you refuse and before you bite my head off, just hear what I have to say.” He comes closer towards me.

I take a breath as I wait for his reasons.

“You can use the l@pt©p for anything you want but I want you to have it so that I can email you from work. I nee-d to know how you are during the day. The same goes for the phone but I know you won’t have the l@pt©p with you all the time, so you can message me or even facetime with me. I have to see your beautiful face.”He emphasises this by taking my face in his hands and begins to stro-ke my cheeks with his f!ngers.

My cheeks burn from his f!ngersand as soon as what he has said sinks in, my heart begins its double pounding.
He cares, he really cares. This knowledge softens my impending refusal.

“So do you accept these gifts I bought for you?”

I swallow the lump on my throat as I nod.

And at that he draws myl-ips in his in a soft k!ss.

“Thank you.” I tell him suddenly feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

“Baby, you don’t have to thank me just yet. I told you I wanted to buy you everything.”
“You can’t buy everything.” I protest.

“But I can,” he k!sses me chastely and I swoon as the motion makes me warm inside.
I smile after that, finally accepting his gift without restraint. As I move towards the technology, I allow myself to be enthused by the thought of having a phone and l@pt©p all to myself. I would never have even dreamt of such thing.
“You want me to teach you how to use them?” He asks, a small smile on his face.

I nod eagerly, a grin spre-ading across my face.

This reaction does not go unnoticed by Jeremy, because he sm-irks and gives me a look of approval at my reaction. He grins himself.

“So what is facetime, you had me confused for a moment there?” I ask.

He laughs at that as he sits on the edge of the be-d and takes out the white iPhone out of its context box.

“This is a reliable product. The sim card is alre-ady inside. You can download as many apps you as you want, it has the storage memory of sixty four gigabytes.”

He tells me with such an animation on his face that immediately I can tell his pas-sion for technology.

At that he begins taking me step by step as he teaches the basis of using this sort of model, at the end he has unravelled the inside and out of the offending phone.

Now we are both lying in his be-d with both our phones in our hands. He has the same one but his is in black.

We are currently facetiming each other prior to one of my lessons of getting used to the phone. Jeremy is giving me funny faces and although he is beside me, I give him a growly face but I cannot help but giggle at how adorable he looks throu-gh the phone.

We spend an hour or so doing this, him putting music and pictures on my new l@pt©p and phone. By this time he has gone throu-gh the tutorial of how to use the l@pt©p with me and the many uses it comes along with.

At the end, I have only his contact details in my new phone so far. My new home screen consists of a picture of the both us, with him pouting exaggeratedly and with me giggling beside him. There are more of the same pictures in my new ph0to albu-m.

At the end I have most of his favourite musicians and bands on my pla-ylist and I cannot wait to listen to them.

I could not have asked for better pres£nts than the one he has given me. Even though he has warned me that there has more of where that c@m£ from and with my aversion of knowing he is alre-ady spending too much money on me, I don’t complain. I simply relish in the moment.

p@rt of accepting this is by the help of my growing feelings I have for him, at this moment I am convinced that I am in love with him, it hasn’t fully hit me yet but I know the feeling is hovering de-eply in my heart.
It was nighttime, after we ate our dinner when we decide to head straight to be-d.

We now l@yin his be-d and Jeremy has business to attend to.