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*Isabella POV *

The first day went well and I guess my plan showed signs of success. I knew it couldn't end well though. This was just a start; a dangerous step that might send me to hell. It definitely hadn't made things easier when she discovered that Dr. Dawson was sexy as hell. He was, as the book of beauty described, the god of sex.

I know that I'm a virgin, but I'm not innocent at all. Being a virgin doesn't mean that I'm a nerd or that I don't know how sex works, or how to resist a hot man. On the contrary; what I have faced and lived with almost all of my childhood, up until my teenage years, gave me enough experience to play the playgirl who turns on every single guy, without ever being penetrated.

Yes, I'm smart, and I have always had control over myself and my body. I haven't allowed any guy to fuck me because I didn't want them to, not because I was searching for a man like my father, as I'd told Dr. Dawson. It was because I have suffered, theoretically and emotionally, from having a cheating mother.

I found out that my mother is a slut when I was almost eight. So, yeah, that was too early to learn such a thing about one's mother. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't true. It wasn't until I saw it with my own two eyes that I accepted it as truth. She'd been spanking another man passionately. I'd just turned eleven.

Since then, I decided to stay a virgin. I wanted to take out my revenge on every man I met; every pig who, above all, wanted to fuck me. The hilarious thing is that I used to be the popular girl at school. I'd casually break up with a new guy after dating him and using him emotionally, and then I'd move on to the next guy.

But none of them won my body or my heart. I kept myself pure, but I did enjoy touching myself, and being touched, all over my body. I let the boys lick my pussy, and I sucked a lot of dicks. The blowjob was one of my specialties. I wanted to show how much I could satisfy a guy without giving him my pussy, and I succeeded every time.

I left them with a shattered and broken heart as part of my defense mechanism, recreating what my mother often did to my father. I thought that he didn't know that my mother cheated on him, but I was mostly wrong. He knew, but he refused to process the information.

But by the time I figured out that he was deceiving himself, I was almost fifteen. He'd kept the truth at bay in order to protect our family, and I came to respect him for that. Furthermore, he loved my mother unconditionally, which is rather romantic.

I remember when I was fourteen, in high school. I was dating a jock at my school. He asked me for a date to a fancy restaurant that his father co-owned. When we walked in, I saw something that made me freeze. I saw my father sitting on the lap of another man.

I was so angry that I had to excuse myself. I went to the washroom and, as I sat on a toilet, I closed my eyes and, in my mind, I fucked the man my father was with. I tortured him sexually and mentally and, when I opened my eyes, I realized that I was masturbating – it was my first time.

I broke up with my date after a couple of weeks. There were tears rolling down his cheeks. We were in the middle of the hallway and it was embarrassing. I said that he was a lousy lay, loud enough for people to hear, and then I walked away.

After that, all of the jocks in the school chased me. They had heard rumors that I liked older men, and that I was a porn star. I didn't care though. I continued to do what I'd always done, and it had worked for me.

I started to date a few guys, but no one made me feel special. Not one of them was attractive to my eyes. It must have been fate then, when, on the day that I turned twenty-one – on the day of my graduation ceremony – everything changed.

My father was in another country because of a very important meeting, but he had promised to come home early to celebrate my graduation with me and my mother.

I came home early to search for my mother, who had totally ignored me over the past few years, while I'd been in college. Just as I arrived though, I spotted a man coming out of our house and she was kissing him, and she was squeezing his dick in the parking lot.

She kissed him for the last time and he stormed out of the parking lot with his car. My eyes watched him until I realized that he'd parked only a few meters away. I hid where he couldn't see me and, stealthily, I followed him. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized he was our neighbor, Dr. Dawson.

I barged inside our house to face my mother who, like a complete bitch, laughed with a smirk, without any feel of regret. She said, "I'm in love with another man, and guess what? His dick is better than your father's."

I told my father, but he barely said a word. I guess that he had gone numb. He had known all along but, if people knew, it changed things. It was at that moment that I decided something. If my father wouldn't take revenge on Dr. Dawson, I would do so on his behalf.

I made a plan to make this man mine, to make my mother face her worst nightmare, to have her feel just one drop of the pain that she'd inflicted on my father over the years. I collected data about Dr. Dawson, but I didn't see him until that first day, in his office. Things had gone well then but, to be honest, I'd felt scared.

I'd known that he was touching me inappropriately, but I didn't show him that I knew. I didn't want to scare him off. That being said, his affection for me and my body scared me half to death – but there was no way to go back. I had decided to make him mine, and that was still the plan. Even if I had to lose my virginity to him, I would do it. Even if I had to marry him, I would. In the end, my mother needed to drink from her own glass and pay for her sins.

As it had been the day before, I was his last patient. I blew a long breath. I waited inside my car for a long time. I wanted to be the last one; to be able to take my time with him.

I took the elevator, encouraging myself that I could do it. For my father.

My mother had said recently that she would ask my father for a divorce for that man. I can't imagine my father getting old so early, and all because he had married a whore like my mother. He had worked hard to give her a luxurious life. He didn't deserve any of this.

Even if he was secretly a homosexual, he didn't deserve this.

Finally, I stepped inside the clinic. The nurse greeted me and I did the same back, faking a polite smile. A minute later, she asked me to go inside. She didn't open the door for me. She was obviously getting ready to leave.

I knocked on the door first, and then I walked in. Dr. Dawson stood up nervously. He gave me a blank look as if he didn't imagine that I would've shown up – which was fair. He was definitely not acting ethically.

I smiled. "Hello, Dr."

He nodded. "Hello, Ms." He emphasized my title, Ms.

I walked inside and sat down in the patient's chair. "Dr. Dawson..." I began, but he cut me off.

He raised his brows and said, "Call me Ace, please."

I nodded and smiled lightly. "Yes," I said. "Ace, could you please give me some time. I've been talking with one of my friends and I got scared of what you did during my checkup."

He cleared his throat and said, "What did you tell her?" he asked curiously and stood up in shock as he walked closer to me.

I scrunched my nose. "Well," I said. "Almost everything, I suppose. She told me that you checked my anus and my breasts because you wanted to check if I had cancer because, apparently, it can hit girls my age."

I explained everything to him shyly, but it was all a lie. I hadn't talked to anyone except myself. I can't let anyone know that my mother is a whore.

I could see the relief all over his face and, with a deep sigh, he said, "Oh! That's good."

I stood up and his eyes didn't leave me for a second. "I need more time," I said. "I mean, I'm a virgin but... I have never been..." I trembled.

What's wrong with me?

I was pretending, but his eyes made me nervous, and suddenly everything felt very real.

I tried again. "I have never been..." I paused, struggling to find the right words.

"You haven't been touched before?" he asked. "Is that what you're trying to say?"

I shook my head. "No," I replied. "I have actually been touched everywhere, and I'm the best at giving blowjobs." I smirked and shot him a confident look.

His eyes narrowed, and he appeared shocked and angry, but despite that, he still loved me because I am a virgin.

I stepped closer and leaned on the desk in front of him, posing seductively. I ruffled my hair and said, "I give the best blowjobs ever. But no one has affected me with their touch the way you have."

Leaning closer to his face, I continued, "That's why I have to go now. I can't let myself lose my virginity to someone I don't know, even if it means I never learn how to masturbate properly..."

I stood up and slowly walked towards the door, waiting for his reaction. Suddenly, he locked the door with his hand and said, "Let's talk at least. How about dinner?" He raised his eyebrows and waited for my reply.

I chuckled lightly. "Yes, sure. I would love to," I said.

He grabbed his jacket and suitcase, and we walked to the elevator together. Once we reached the parking lot, he saw me to my car and asked, "Is that your car?"

I nodded. "Yes, it is. Do you like it?"

I had forgotten that my mother used to use my car and he might have recognized it. To distract him, I said, "Can I ride with you? I'm so tired and I don't want to drive."

He nodded and walked ahead of me towards his black Porsche. When we arrived, he opened the door for me like a true gentleman, and I could suddenly see why so many women fell for him!

As I sat down, I caught a whiff of his shirt, and my hormones went crazy. "I like that smell," I said. "I can imagine you on top of me... But..."

He cleared his throat and pulled back. "But what?" he wondered.

"But it's too bad," I said. "I'm scared that I might fall in love with you, and I have no interest in relationships, let alone love. For now, I just want to be me—a confident virgin with a touch of attitude."