The Billionaire's Virgin Saint: Trained For Sin

Ryan's pov

"You're doing it wrong, sir. The clip must be turned inside out, so when you insert it into her, it grips her pussy walls tightly", I'd never been spoken to so raw before. And worse by a woman.

I'm at the only sex toy shop I patronize, and this is the first time anyone has ever approached me, much less spoken to me.

Before I could respond, a huge figure appeared beside me, another admirer trying to impress me, no doubt. Ever since those embarrassing photos of me shopping for sex toys leaked to the media, every woman I meet seems to think they need to showcase their 'skills'.

"Here, let me show you", she said.

I force a polite smile. "No, I can do it, thank you for your help!" it was all I could say not to snap at her. I'm having a bad morning. Waking up to a random woman I'd fucked at night, still in bed with me pissed me off and that meant I had to fuck the same woman twice. I never do that.

But she persisted. "I'm only trying to help, you need to ..."

I'd had enough. "I said no. Are you deaf?" My patience had worn thin and not even the fear of being on blogs the next day can stop this outburst.

"You really don't have to shout, I was only trying to -", she stammers.

But I cut her off, my anger boiling over. "Get your fat self out of my sight! I'm losing my patience and I'd hate to do something bad to you. You're not my type. Is that clear enough?" I snap.

I know I have gone too far, but desperation drove me. I never know how to handle unwanted advances from aggressive women.

I scan the store, everyone had retreated, leaving us alone. I turn to look at her. She stood frozen, her face hidden behind a mask, but I could see the unshed tears welling up in her eyes, fear evident in every tense line of her posture. Then, without a word, she turns and run.

Just great. Another drama I didn't sign up for. I can see the headlines already 'Billionaire CEO Ryan James in heated argument with masked woman at a sex toy shop. Who is this woman?'

I finish up my shopping and head to the counter to pay, but then I catch a glimpse of her disappearing through the door. Oh, fuck... is she running? Was I really that bad?

Even Lindsey, the woman at the counter who usually flirts with me despite my grumpiness and obvious lack of interest, is unusually quiet today. Normally, I would appreciate her sudden silence but not today.

"Lindsey right? This is for you", I say to her for the first time, handing her a generous tip. It's twice the amount Taylor, my head of security usually leaves for her silence. I should've let Taylor come in with me, he always knows how to handle these situations.

"I'd like to apologize to the lady who just left. Could you please call her?" I ask.

"Yes, Mr Ryan", her voice drips with seduction. That was fast.

"Thank you".

My phone rings, and I know I'm in trouble. Caleb, my best friend and business partner, is expecting me, and I'm running late. Two hours late!

"Heyyyy", I say, trying to sound playful.

"Don't heyyyy me, where the hell are you, man? Your dad's here, and I smell trouble. She's here too", Caleb says, his tone serious. She refers to my accidental baby mama, a pain in my ass.

Of course, my father's accomplice is with him. Could this day get any worse?

"Don't worry man, I'll be there soon. I just need to apologize to the lady I snapped at. It was bad, and I think it got worse. I've gotta make it right, you know?"

"Just a lady? Or is there more?" Caleb asks, suddenly forgetting I was supposed to be in a hurry.

I know I have to shut him up before he makes a big deal out of it, like he always does. "Nah man, she's nowhere near my type. She's fat, huge and boring" he knows what I like, so I'm hoping that this will put an end to any ideas he has.

"Whatever man, get here ASAP".

I turn and see her disappear again. She's definitely running, and oh shit, she heard me. This day just keeps getting worse.

Lindsey shows up, her eyelash doing that annoying flutter thing. "Sorry, Mr Ryan, she left through the back door".

I know she is lying, but there's nothing more I can do. "Okay, please let her know how sorry I am for my outburst. Have a nice day," I say loudly, hoping she hears me from wherever she was hiding.

"Yes, Mr. Ryan. Have a great day, sir."

I let out a frustrated sigh. My phone call has definitely made things worse.

As Taylor pulls into the office, I see Dad's car, and my heart sinks. This is a disaster.

My security team- all seven of them, looks uncertain, torn between getting out of the car or staying put. I can't blame them. My father is bad news.

I step into my office, and I'm greeted by an annoying sight.

Joan, my baby mama, casually chatting with my dad like they're old friends.

"Ah, son, you're back. I thought you were avoiding me" he says in sarcasm.

"I wish I could", I mutter under my breath.

"Hey handsome, did you miss me?" Joan says, her attempt at seduction downright disgusting.

I ignore Joan, and turn my focus to my Dad. "Hi, Father. You didn't mention you'd be coming in."

"Do I need to call before I come here?"

"Considering this is my company, yes, you do".

"Won't you say hello to Joan? That's the mother of your children, you know. I raised you to be better, boy."

No you didn't.

He didn't even care that I existed until the award show with my mom. Then, suddenly he shows up the next week to 'get to know his son better'.

"What do you need this time? Why are you here? I know you're not here for the kids, they're fine with mom, I know. Another Birkin or a trip to the Maldives? You should've called Thomas. Coming here was a waste of time," I say to Joan.

I don't have time for her seduction or the energy to deal with Joan. I make sure Thomas, my accountant handles her constant financial demands. It's easier that way and helps me avoid situations like this.

"Well, I came to discuss something very important with you, son. And before you say anything, yes, it concerns her", my father says, his eyes locked on mine.

"Okay, what is it?" I ask, my tone stern and impatient.

"Joan told me you asked for custody of the kids for the holiday. Is that right?" he asks.

"I didn't realize asking my daughters to spend the holiday with me was a crime", I snap, wondering where this was headed.

"Oh, not at all. But Joan's parents think it's a bad idea. So, I've decided the girls won't be spending the holiday with you."

"What?" My anger starts to rise. I can feel my blood boiling.

I will kill him.

My father shifts uncomfortably. Good, he'll need all the space he can get to run.

"You're always at work. You need a woman at home to take care of the girls. I think you should marry Joan and maybe have another child, a boy this time. That way, the girls will have a baby brother and a stable home instead of shuttling between two countries."

Joan's face lit up with a shy smile, and I can feel my inner demons rising. Is he out of his mind? He knows I won't marry just anyone for the sake of my girls. He's trying to manipulate me into marrying Joan.

"And if I refuse to get married before the holidays? What happens?" I ask coldly.

My father's expression turns cold. "Fine, then. If you're not married by the end of the month, the girls will spend the holiday with Joan's relatives in Switzerland. If you take this to court, you'll just traumatize them. I'm sure you don't want that."

The end of the month is in a week!

Angela's pov

"Listen, just stop. I can't touch you. I cannot have sex with you", Charles repeated his usual line.

"Okay, we'll use toys, anything. Just touch me, please" I was begging now and I didn't care, I just wanted this to happen.

"You promised you'd try. Please touch me", I was crying, pressing my body against him.

"I can't. Stop this. I can't touch you", he said, pushing me violently.

"OK, fine. I understand. Will you at least be my plus one to the award show tonight?"

I feel sick.

It's been three years of trying to get Charles, my boyfriend, to have sex with me.

"Will Darcy be there? I saw her latest pictures on Instagram. Ten million likes in twenty minutes, everyone was talking about her beautiful body in the comments. She's so beautiful, like a model straight out of a magazine". His eyes lit up as he spoke.

My heart sank.

"Yeah, she is", I muttered.

"Do you have an exclusive ticket?" His voice was full of excitement, and his eyes lit up like a child given a candy, when I told him I did.

And I knew why. An exclusive ticket meant access backstage to meet, see, and talk with the celebrities. And Darcy was one of them.

"Good, okay. You know what to do. You and I can't be seen entering together. I don't want the paparazzi taking pictures of us, it's bad for me".

"Sure", I whispered, my voice filled with hurt.

"Great. We'll meet again at midnight after the event. I need to say hello to Darcy. The valet will have the car at the side entrance", he continued, completely ignoring the pain in my voice.

NOW...

"Angela, it's late," my assistant's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

I blink. "What time is it, Bella?"

"It's 10:30 p.m., Angela. Go home, I'll handle this. Your ride is outside," she replies.

10:30p.m? That's three hours after the delivery company said they'd be here. Bella and I have been waiting forever for orders for our latest collection.

I look at Bella, wondering if I can leave her here. They could take all night. "It's fine. I'll manage, I have the day off tomorrow. Go", she says.

"Thanks girl, you're a star", I reply, blowing her a kiss. I should probably give her a raise, she works so hard. I grab my coat and step into the cold night, and slide into the waiting uber.

The ride is shorter than usual, which is a shame. I could use the distraction to clear my mind from what happened with the stranger earlier. All I wanted to do was help him, he didn't have to say those hurtful things to me. He was handsome, very pleasant to look at-tall, probably 6'9", built like an athlete but with more muscles. He was perfect, until he wasn't. But hey, he came back to apologize. That counts for something, I guess.

I get home, and turn on the TV, and scroll for my usual distraction- pornography. I flip through the same videos and faces I've seen a hundred times. I want something more tonight.

Frustrated, I turned off the TV and half-run upstairs.

I need a long bath to wash away the bad energy.

I stare at my naked body, all fat and rolls.

"I hate my body", I whisper in the silence.

Just then, my phone rings. It's Shera, my best and only friend.

"Hey bitch, where are you?" She sounds excited and drunk.

"Hello to you too, Shera!" I shout over the background noise.

"Well, hello to you!", she giggles, very drunk.

"Where are you? And why is it so loud?" I ask excitedly, knowing already where she is.

"Huh Duh! Where else?" she replies, equally excited. "Our happy place, gurl!".

"I'm on my way," I say, already heading for the tub to soak.

Our happy place is an underground club that caters to the sinful desires of the city's famous and wealthy. Shera and I worked there as part-time strippers, each of us seeking something different. She did it for the money, and I did it for the validation from the men. It's the only place where I'm called sexy. No one knew my real identity in that place. Masked men handed us NDAs in a parking lot, and we were given fake names on stage. It was perfect.

I step out of the tub twenty minutes later and head to the huge walk-in closet. Tonight's outfit is all about seduction.

I choose a red revealing lace bra that did absolutely nothing to hide my gracious boobs, the men love when my breasts jiggled. And I need them excited tonight. I pair it with high-waisted thongs, knowing my stomach isn't my most flattering feature, and I need to impress tonight. To complete the look, I add sleek leggings, ankle-strap shoes, and a pair of leather gloves. My makeup is simple yet flattering: bold red lips, smoky eyes, and extra-long false lashes.

I feel good and I look good.

As I step into the club, Bozo gives me a familiar nod. I hand over my ID, laughing at his usual jokes. I head toward the routine test area, a required stop before going in. It feels pointless, honestly. It's not like anyone ever picks me for the real stuff.

I endure the poking and prodding for twenty minutes, my mind numb until it's finally over. They hand me the usual mask, the one meant to hide my identity. I put it on and head to the elevator. Shera is waiting for me, and she looks...worse than I expected. How many drinks did she have?

"Heyyy you made it", her speech is slurring.

"Oh shit!", I mutter under my breath. This is going to be a really long night. Shera is drunk drunk, and we haven't even started yet.

"How drunk are you?", I ask laughing. Drunk Shera is funny.

"Very", she's smiling mischievously and giggling. We're in for a hell of a night.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open revealing the underground floor, and the familiar smell of smoke and sex hits me. I step out first, and Shera stumbles out behind me, her speech slurring and filled with nonsense.

My night is totally ruined. I was looking forward to having some fun, but now I have to babysit Shera. I can't trust her not to do something stupid. So much for my plan to dance and let loose tonight.

She struts towards the pole before I can stop her and performs one of her signature moves. The crowd goes wild, cheering, clapping, throwing money onstage.

I roll my eyes and smile. Shera is a great dancer, even when she's drunk.

In seconds, she's off the stage and right beside me, pulling me toward the pole. Before I know it, we're both spinning and twisting together, doing our best routine.

We've practiced it for months, but we've never had the courage to perform it onstage, until now!

Okay, maybe drunk Shera isn't so bad, and my night isn't ruined after all. I'm laughing uncontrollably now. I step down from the stage, amidst thunderous cheers and applause, my pride is back. It feels good. Really, really good.

"We've been booked for an exclusive", Shera says, grinning like a child.

Wait, what? My heart starts racing. "An exclusive? Are you serious?" I ask, feeling a little nervous.

I turn to her, eager to know who booked us.

An exclusive means I get to taste the real thing tonight.

"Who is it?"

She grins wider and points towards the crowd. "Him", she says, still grinning.

I turn around, and my heart stops.

My blood runs cold. Hell no.

I feel the ground shifting beneath me, and for a second, I forget how to breathe.

What is he doing here? Did he follow me? Memories of his hurtful words from earlier resurface, making my skin crawl.

Of all the terrible luck, my abuser from earlier is my first exclusive client? Could this night get any worse?

"He asked for an exclusive because he loved our performance, right?" I ask, trying to hide my panic. Does he recognise me? Does he remember me from earlier? Oh God. Please, no.

"Right", Shera replies, applying more lipgloss, ignorant of the hell I'm in. OK, I don't like drunk Shera anymore.

I gulp.

Wait! Why's he standing?

Why's he walking towards me?

What's happening?

Before I can make sense of the situation, he's standing uncomfortably close to me. Way too close.

Our eyes meet. His cold and distant, mine confused and fearful. If he recognises me, I might actually die.

"I have a proposition", he whispers, his voice low and husky.

My heart skips a bit. "O-k-kay...", I stutter.

A smirk plays at the corner of his lips. He chose this moment to show he smirks, and handsomely too. "Marry me".

What? Wait, what? Is he serious? I blink at him in disbelief. Is this some kind of joke? Because I have a few jokes of my own.

I lean in closer, my voice steady and seductive. "Will you have sex with me?".

Ryan's pov.

Three years ago

"Joan, what are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice stern. "I told you, it was a one-time thing. Don't get comfortable."

She tilts her head, pouting just a little. "Won't you at least hug me? You're a difficult man to see, you know".

"I'm a busy man. I don't suppose you know what that means. How did you even get into my office?" I snap, losing my cool. I have meetings lined up for the entire day, and the last thing I need is to walk in here and deal with this.

Before Joan could answer, I hear a voice from the far corner of the room. "She's with me, son".

Mom? It was my mom's voice. I hadn't even noticed her sitting there when I walked in, thanks to Joan and all this drama. What's she doing here? With Joan? This can't be good. I mentally cancel my 11:30 meeting.

"Mom, what are you doing here? What's wrong?" I walk toward her, panic setting in. And sure enough, there's worry written all over her face and tears? This is bad.

She motions for me to sit, her voice unsteady. "Son, please sit. Joan has something she wants to tell you".

She sounds like she's a million miles away, as I take a seat. My mind is racing, trying to make sense of everything. Mom never shakes like this. Something's gone horribly wrong. Is someone dead? Dad, maybe?

"Well, I'm a mother now", Joan announced, beaming with an unsettling pride.

"That's good for you. Congratulations.", my voice is strained.

"Is that all you have to say?", she folds her arms, pouting again.

"What do you want, Joan?" I snap, my patience wearing thin.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in slightly. "Well, I came to see my babies daddy".

My heart sank.

Her words feel like a slap to the face. I can't breathe.

I glanced at my mom, and she confirmed my worst fear.

How? I was always careful and covered.

Joan continues, "We have two beautiful daughters Nadine and Nadia. And before you ask, yes, your mom already confirmed the paternity at the hospital".

I turn back to my mom and she nods. I'm a father? The words don't make sense. Oh God, two daughters?

NOW......

"Hey man, you good?" Caleb's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

I look up at my childhood best friend, and shake my head. "No, I'm not", I whisper.

He sighs, "I know, I heard everything. What are you gonna do now?", his voice is full of pity.

I pick up the photos of my daughters from the table beside me. I miss them so much, they look so perfect. "I don't know'.

Memories flood my mind. "You know, when Joan first told me about them, I was unsure if I wanted to be a dad. I didn't think I was ready. But then, man, I saw them... and it was like my heart was living in the bodies of two little angels, the size of a ball". We chuckle.

"I worked hard to be there for them for these last three years. Every game, Father's day event, even tea parties. I loved playing dress-up with them during sleepovers. We were planning a big one this holiday with their favorite Disney princesses ", Caleb giggles with me, shaking his head.

"You're a total mess when those two are involved", he says, still shaking his head.

"I love them so much Caleb, I can't lose them", I say, my voice trembling with emotion.

"I know, man. What do we do"?

I wipe my face with the back of my hand, my mind racing. I don't know what to do. Where do I even find a bride? Joan is out of the question. I can't lose my daughters. My world feels like it's falling apart.

"Hey man, snap out of it", Caleb says, his voice sharp, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Let's hit the club tonight".

I just nod. "Yeah", I reply dryly. "I could use the distraction".

"Great, see you by 10, yeah? He starts heading for the door in a rush.

"Sure", I shout after him.

My phone rings.

My mom. I smile and swipe to answer, but instead of her voice, my daughters' smiling faces fill the screen. Even better.

"Hi Daddy!" they chorus, their voices full of excitement.

"Hey, my loves! Did you miss Daddy?", I ask, excitedly waiting for their joint response.

"Yes!", they both chime, and I laugh. The weight in my chest lifts, just a little.

"We have to go Daddy, Grandma is here. Love you, kisses, Daddy!", they're laughing and running around.

"Love you too, my beauties", I reply, laughing too.

"Hi mom" I say, as the laughter fades and the screen shifts to my mother's face.

"Hi baby, you look stressed" my mom's voice is filled with worry.

"Don't worry about it for now, I'll tell you all about it later. Have fun at the show, Mom. I love you girls so much".

"Okay baby", she responds.

I hang up and stare at the screen for a moment. I need to do something and fast too.

It's 10pm, and I'm in the VVIP lounge of the club. A section of the club reserved for the club's top spenders.

I'm usually excited to be in this club, but tonight, I'm not interested. I'm only here because Caleb insisted I come.

The club's noise, the loud music, conversations mixing with laughter and clinking glasses fade into the background.

Until she comes on stage or is pushed by her drunk friend.

"Exotic dancer, dances like a dream", a patron beside me says.

She grips the pole like it's made for her, her body a perfect extension of the steel despite her weight. I watch as she ascends slowly, the spotlight following her every move. The moment she starts to dance, the crowd goes wild- crazy wild.

The way she moves, the way she owns that stage. It made me lose breath and burn.

I want her.

After her performance, I requested an exclusive with her and her friend. I know Caleb will be excited about the exclusive deal, but it's not about that. Not for me. I want her in a different way.

Her friend points toward me, and she looks like she's about to run.

Not if I can help it.

I move toward her quickly, closing the distance with long strides. I step in front of her before she can take off and before she can say anything, I blurt out without thinking.

"Marry me", I say, surprising even myself.

I have no idea why I said it, but I've said it.

Nothing could have prepared me for her reply. "Will you have sex with me?" she leans in closer. Her voice is smooth, like music to my ears.

My dick jerks.

Come here," I say, pulling her toward the elevator. I quickly text Caleb to take care of her friend.

The garage is dark, the perfect setting for what I have in mind. I start kissing her. My hands quickly move to her bra, unclipping it.

"Stop, please", she whispers, shifting back. I pull back immediately, worried that I might have hurt her.

"What?" I ask, breathlessly.

"Can you just... kiss me for a while? Like, really kiss me? Suck my breasts until I'm ready?" she asks, pushing her body to me .

I'm confused. "What?" I mutter, unsure if this is a joke, if she's desperate, or if she's just clingy.

What am I doing?

"Get out", I say, my voice low.

"What? No, I'm sorry. Yes, you can have sex with me. Without all that, I'm sorry", she sobs.

"Get out!" I snap.

"Please, I'm sorry", she pleads, trying to unbutton my trousers.

"I said, get out! Take your fat self out of my sight", I scream, pushing her towards another car.

I head back into the club, my head spinning. Five minutes later, I step out to look for her, but she's gone.