DISVIRGINED BY MY FUCK BOSS.

~ NOVA POV ~

I gripped my small bag tight, the one with all my essentials and a flyer I'd picked up on the plane on my other hand.

The flyer had a picture of a city that looked like a dream, lush green trees, busy streets, and huge houses that seemed fit for royalty. "Florida, Miami" was emblazoned across the top in big, bold letters.

I had no idea what to expect, but something about the image drew me in. I felt a spark of excitement and curiosity, and I knew that Miami was where I wanted to be.

As I stood in the queue after the plane stopped. The air outside was filled with hope and the smell of a new start. This place was a dream I'd had all my life, thanks to Sir Thomas. The memory of my escape from the orphanage was still fresh.

I recalled Lila's words as she handed me my bag: "You don't have to leave, Sister Nova. We can talk to Mother Superior Angela and explain that you don't want to be transferred." She spoke out of clear ignorance.

Lila and I had grown up together within the orphanages walls, nurtured by the sisters who portrayed the outside world as a treacherous place.

Which is why she is reluctant to see me go, making me feel like I was abandoning a haven for a den of lions. Despite her efforts to persuade me to stay, I remained resolute.

I longed for a change, yearning for a life beyond the orphanage's walls. The prospect of being adopted into a family that might be harsh and unloving filled me with unease.

The rumors of exploitation and illicit activities that supposedly lurked outside the orphanage's gates only added to my anxiety, making the idea of being adopted into the unknown even more daunting.

The fear of the unknown and the possibility of abuse hung over me like a dark cloud. Stories of girls being mistreated and exploited after adoption sent shivers down my spine.

I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd be trapped in a nightmare if I were adopted into the wrong family. The longing for my parents, who would have shielded me from all this uncertainty, was almost unbearable. But as an orphan, I felt utterly alone, with no safety net to fall back on.

"I know you're scared, Lila," I said calmly, "but I promise I'll be fine. I want to find a better life, free from hardship and suffering.

We don't have parents or anyone to rescue us, so can't you just trust me for once?" My voice was soothing, and Lila responded with a quick nod. I've always had a way of staying calm under pressure.

"I trust you," Lila said, her voice trembling, "but I'm going to miss you so much. What if something bad happens to you? What if you don't come back for me?"

Her words hung in the air, filled with uncertainty. Despite my own weaknesses, I've always been the strong one for Lila.

Lila and I had been each other's support system since childhood, with me being just a year older. I knew my departure would devastate her, but I had no choice.

I'd always dreamed of freedom, independence, and a life beyond the orphanage's walls. My plans were to further my studies, start my own business, and be my own boss. But none of that was possible if I stayed trapped here or got adopted.

"I'll come back for you, hunny bunny," I promised, trying to reassure her.

"And that's a promise I intend to keep. Everything will be fine."

Those were my parting words before I got into the car with Sir Thomas, just as the sisters closed in.

"Hello, hope you enjoyed your fight?"

I was brought back from my thoughts by the air hostess standing outside with a warm smile.

My eyes were still moist from the memories, I didn't even know my eyes were teary

"Are you okay, Madam?" she asked, her concern genuine, noticing the tears streaming down my face.

I nodded quickly, wiping away my eyes.

"Welcome to Miami," she said, her voice cheerful, as she bowed slightly.

As I stepped off the plane, the warm sun hit me like a slap in the face. I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation.

When a man with a cab driver's grin approached me. "Need a ride to town, miss?"

I nodded, relieved. "Yes, please, can you take me here?" I asked, showing him the picture of the flyer in my hands.

"You are heading to town isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes, town." I replied like I know why he was talking about it.

He quickly grabbed my small bag from my hand and led me to his cab.

As he began the ride, I turned my attention to the passing scenery, soaking up the unfamiliar vibes of the new city.

The driver's non-stop chatter filled the air, but my mind kept drifting back to the uncertainty that was looming over me.

I had no clue where I was heading to, and that unknown was eating away at me.

We soon arrived at the city and the driver's sudden voice jolted me awake.

"Madam, we're here already." I stepped out of the car, and the driver sped off, leaving me standing alone on the sidewalk.

The sky was darkening, and people were hurrying home. I was in a new city with no place to call my own.

Panic set in as I gazed at the picture on the flyer, but the house in front of me was nothing like the welcoming place I had envisioned.

As night fell, the streets emptied, and I felt a chill run down my spine. It soon dawned on me that I was stranded in a city I hadn't been before, I had used up all my savings to get to escape the orphanage.

I looked around, trying to get my bearings, My stomach growled as the scent of food wafted from a nearby store.

I spotted a small diner across the street, Madam Jerkins Pastries, its neon sign flickering like a beacon in the darkness. Maybe I could find some help there.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, stepping into the warm light. For a moment, I felt a glimmer of hope.

~ ASHER'S POV ~

As I opened my eyes, I was hit with the chaotic sight of my fuck room. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, and it looked like a whirlwind had swept through.

As a result of my sexcapaed with the piercing blue-eyed girl, whom I'd met at Max's Club the night before,

She might have found her way out, I thought.

After freshening up and preparing for work in my main room, I proceeded downstairs.

However, the disorganized state of the room I had fucked the girl from earlier remained on my mind, and my frustration simmered just below the surface.

"Good morning, Asher," Ma Mary greeted warmly.

"Good morning, Ma Mary. I thought I asked you to get some help to assist with the chores and cleaning of my room?" My response was calm, though my tone belied my irritation.

"Ah, yes, I haven't found any prospects yet. Don't worry about that; I can handle all the chores by myself. I'll help you tidy up your room right away," she replied.

"No, I don't want you to do all the work," I clarified. "Get an assistant to help you with other things around the house. Is that clear?"

"Yes I will. Your breakfast is already served at the dinning." she said with concern.

"No I am fine, I will take my leave now I am running late." With that, I swiftly headed out.

Ma Mary had been a constant presence in my life since childhood, having worked for my parents before they passed away.

I held her in high esteem, not just as a dedicated employee but also as a trusted figure.

She was diligent and hardworking, taking care of all the household chores single-handedly, from cooking to cleaning, and even making my bed after my occasional sexcapades with my whores.

She is already growing older, so I began to worry about her workload and well-being. That's why I wanted to hire someone to assist her, perhaps a young woman who could help with the chores and give her some much-needed relief.

I also didn't want her to get entangled in my sex life, knowing that she deserved to focus on her own well-being rather than getting caught up in my relationships.

Later that day at my office, I was at my desk trying to get my head around some files I had been working on for some days. I need to sort out something with the shares investors.

My phone suddenly turned on and it was a call. I grudy picked it up as it was an unknown caller wondering who was on the line.

"Hello Mr Asher." A female voice called out in a sultry way.

I was confused at first but the voice sounded very familiar.

"Anna!" I called out.

"Yes, it's me. So you still remember the sound of my voice?" She said,

"Yes I do, don't tell me you are back to Florida? I thought you weren't going to come back again?"

Suddenly my door opened and Anna strode in with her phone in her eyes.

"Have you been in my company all this while?" I was surprised to see her.

"You miss me, don't you?" She asked as she walked to my desk and dropped herself on the seat opposite mine.

The pink short dress she was putting on cut my attention with the red heel she had.

She was looking very pretty and her lips were painted with red lipstick.

Anna was an incredibly beautiful woman and I adored her for that.

"What can I say you do better than any woman in Florida." I replied. She intentionally leaned over my desk with her cleavages exposed in my face.

"How about I make you feel better? For old times sake?" She suggested, licking my ears while my hands parted her legs slowly to reveal her womanhood. She wasn't wearing panties.

"You're the only one who gets me Anna. It's good you are here." I whisper before crashing my lips on hers.

She shivers when my hands come in contact with her virginia from under her gown. I always had a way of igniting the flames in every lady with just one touch I could see from their eyes.

She arched forward, baring her clit to my fingers for more assault. I plunged my fingers into her tight sheath causing her to pulsate. She shivered as I continued to ram my fingers into her core.

"Fuck!" She choked out a cry. Her hands on the table were trembling as she tried to steady herself.

I guessed she was enjoying it. This is more than she bargained for.

"How much did you miss me?" I asked in a hoarse voice as I brought my face down to suckle the skin just below her neck. But she couldn't reply. She cried out in ecstasy.

"I knew it, Anna. You're intoxicating there as well" I grunted in a deep voice.

"Asher!" Anna's voice came out as a plea but she should know better that I won't be stopping anytime soon.

"Tell me Anna?" I coaxed "Tell me how much you missed my cock inside you,"

"I'm-missed..." She tried speaking but she trialled with her eyes closed.

"I will stop touching you if you don't tell me what I'd like to hear" I flicked my fingers on her clit and she spasmed out of control.

As she didn't respond, I tried to withdraw my fingers but she held it in place. "Don't you dare stop! Make me wet Mr Nightshade." She commanded with a voice filled with nothing but pure arousal.

"Stop what?" I asked with a sly smile on my face as I stared at her face.

"Don't stop touching me Asher. Please fuck me!" Anna said with a quivering voice that sent millions of signals to my dick.

"That's what I wanted to hear Anna." I conceded before pushing her head back on the table, baring her pussy to my face.

I lifted her legs and buried my face into her womanhood.

"Asher!" She screamed trying to push away from me but I held her in place. Taking the little bud into my mouth and sucked on it, making sure to wipe out all the juices with my tongue. I grazed her clit with my tongue and she shivered.

"You like that huh?" I asked in a sultry voice.

"Oh fuck! Yes fuck!" She encouraged but I only fucked her with my tongue before adjusting himself on his seat.

Anna quickly straightened her dress as she looked at me with confusion in her eyes. "What happened?"

"Let's continue this at my place," I suggested with a smile, knowing it would be hard for her to resist.

"Take a cab, I'll meet you there soon." She grabbed her bag and headed out, eager to see where things would go.

~ NOVA'S POV ~

As I pushed open the door, the aroma of fried food and coffee wafted out, making my stomach growl louder in hunger.

The warm lighting and inviting decor inside seemed like a haven, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I clutched my bag tightly, noticing the sudden shift in attention as people turned to look at me.

Their gazes were a mix of curiosity and suspicion, and I couldn't help but wonder what it was that drew their attention.

Despite feeling self-conscious, I held my head high, trying to exude confidence as I scanned the room for a friendly face or a place to sit.

The contrast between my attire and that of the other girls in the diner was stark. While they wore shorter dresses that revealed more skin, I was clad in a long, modest gown that covered me from neck to toe.

Growing up in the orphanage, I was accustomed to dressing conservatively, with the sisters enforcing strict rules about modesty.

Though I had a secret desire for more modern styles, like trousers and shorter dresses, I had never worn them.

The attention I received was likely due to the noticeable difference between my outfit and those of the people around.

"Hello miss, welcome to Madam Jenkins Pastries. Can I get you something to eat or drink?" The old lady's warm smile and gentle demeanor put me at ease as she asked.

She led me to a cozy seat by the transparent wall that offered a stunning view of the twinkling lights outside. I hesitated, patting down my empty pockets and rummaging through my bag.

"I'm actually looking for a place to rest or maybe some work in exchange for food. I haven't eaten all day," I admitted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and desperation.

The old lady's expression softened, and she nodded understandingly. "Don't worry, I can get you a cup of coffee and some cookies. On the house," she said, dashing off to the counter and returning with a steaming cup and a plate of freshly baked treats.

As I took a sip of the hot coffee and nibbled on the cookies, my eyes welled up with gratitude. The warmth and kindness of this stranger were a balm to my frazzled nerves, and for a moment, I felt a sense of peace.

As I sipped the coffee, a wave of warmth spread through me, and I couldn't help but notice the old woman's gentle gaze.

"I see you're not from around here?" she asked, her eyes drifting to the bag on the table. I nodded, taking a moment to swallow the coffee before speaking.

"I'm from Germany. I grew up in a cruel orphanage with other girls like me. I couldn't take it anymore, so I used my last bit of money to come here, hoping to find work or a place to stay until I can get on my feet."

The old lady listened intently, her face a picture of interest and concern. At first, I was hesitant to share my story, but her welcoming demeanor put me at ease.

She seemed genuinely invested in what I had to say, and I found myself opening up to her in a way I hadn't expected. As I spoke, she nodded along, her smile never wavering, and I felt a sense of comfort in her presence.

"Well sorry about that, I think you should talk to our Madam, Mrs. Jenkins," she said.

"She might be able to offer you a job or some assistance. She always helped young girls like you who were stranded." she stood up and nodded toward the back of the diner.

"Let me show you the way."

I quickly followed her to a door marked "Private." The old lady knocked softly and said, "Mrs. Jenkins is in there. Go ahead and talk to her. I'm sure she'll do what she can."

I took a deep breath, smoothed my clothes with my wet hands and my bag on the other one and stepped into the unknown.

I stepped into the room, and a low, thick voice greeted me, "Come in."

Initially, I thought it was a man due to the deep tone, which made the old lady's reference to "Mrs. Jenkins" puzzling.

However, as the figure turned on a light, illuminating the room, I saw that it was indeed a woman.

She asked, "You are in need of a job, is that so?" Her voice was warm and authoritative. I replied without hesitation,

"Yes." As she stood up from her chair, which creaked slightly, she revealed her tall posture and commanding presence.

Her average build and height were offset by her slightly heavier frame, which lent her an air of confidence and authority.

She examined me closely, her well-groomed hands gently turning my face as she took in every detail. Despite her poised demeanor, her hands felt strong and capable, a subtle contrast to her otherwise refined presence.

She circled around me, her eyes scrutinizing my appearance. "You just need a bit of change to your style and some makeup to enhance your features. With those tweaks, you'll be ready to go," she said, her tone matter-of-fact.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as she examined me from head to toe. Her scrutiny made me uneasy, but I was determined to push through my discomfort if it meant landing the job. I stood still, trying to appear confident and poised.

Then, she posed a question that caught me off guard. "Are you certain you're ready for this opportunity? You have the potential to earn more than you ever thought possible, but it's not just about the money.

Are you sure you're cut out for this?" Her words were laced with a hint of skepticism, and I could sense her weighing my potential.

I swallowed hard, desperation creeping into my voice. "Ma'am, I'll do everything in my power to secure this job. I'm willing to put in the effort and prove myself. I truly can't afford to go back to living on the streets." My words hung in the air, a plea for her to give me a chance.

"Still a virgin huh?" She asked with a smile on her face as she grabbed my breast in her hand, like she was sizing it.

Her touch made me uncomfortable, and I instinctively pulled away. I had expected a straightforward job interview, perhaps something similar to the roles of the old lady.

But her question about my virginity and her physical examination of me threw me off guard. I couldn't fathom how these things related to my qualifications or ability to perform the job.

"Ma'am, why are you asking about this?" I inquired, my unease growing with each passing moment.

"What does my personal life have to do with the work I'll be doing?" I had heard stories about people being taken advantage of, especially those who were inexperienced or vulnerable. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.

Her response only added to my confusion. "You'll understand when the time comes," she said cryptically.

"For now, let me call Brian to escort you to your accommodations for the night. You'll start work bright and early tomorrow." With that, she excused herself and stepped into another room, leaving me feeling increasingly uncertain and uneasy about the situation.

With the way the woman was looking at me I knew this wasn't a safe space anymore. Just then, a tall, imposing figure strode into the office, his face creasing into a leering smile as he approached me.

His demeanor sent a shiver down my spine, and I wondered if this was Brian, the person Madam Jenkins had mentioned. The man's gaze seemed to linger on me, making me feel uneasy.

"Hmm, I like what I see," he said as licked his lips and tried to touch me in a way I didn't like.

I move back away from his hands.

"Come on, you will soon get used to it." he said as he held me tightly.

"What are you doing, where is Madam Jerkins?"

I tried to struggle with him but it was of no use. He was very strong.

The man's grip tightened around my arm, his fingers digging deep into my skin.

"Don't worry about her, she sent me to take you to your room," he sneered, his breath hot against my face. I tried to shake him off, but he held firm.

"I don't want the job anymore, let go of me!" I demanded, forcing out the words through gritted teeth.

His smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "No, you can't say that. Over here, there's no going back," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. He took a step closer, his face inches from mine.

I was ready for him. With a surge of adrenaline, I pushed him back with all my might, my bag swinging wildly. He stumbled, his eyes widening in surprise, and I seized the opportunity to make a run for it.

I sprinted through the diner, my heart pounding in my chest. As I flung open the door, I dashed into the street without looking for incoming vehicles.

The street was a blur as I ran for my life, my body fueled by fear. I didn't care about my bag or anything else, I just needed to get away.

The screech of tires and the blast of a horn were the last things I heard before I was on the floor.

As I lay there helpless, a strong hand grasped my arm. I couldn't move, couldn't speak. Fear coursed through my veins as I wondered if I was in the hands of the people I was running from.

My prayers were a jumbled mess as everything faded to black once more. Before everything went black.