Can't Buy My Love: Billionaire and Virgin Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  "Yes, well, I don't know how to say it, but my father just passed away…" she says softly.

  I can feel a sinking sense of doom and sadness in my stomach.

  "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I reply.

  I meant it; the old guy was a decent guy to work for.

  "Yes, thank you."

  She clears her throat and continues talking.

  "I hate to do this, but because of his passing, you're no longer needed here anymore. I'm sorry."

  I suck in a deep breath of air, but I feel like I've been punched in the stomach.

  "Oh, well, I understand," is the only response I can muster up.

  But after a few seconds, I add, "I should go then. Sorry again about your dad!"

  I can hear the door close as I turn and walk away.

  I can't believe my bad luck.

  I decide to head home to the house I share with my host family, feeling dejected.

  Chapter 2 - Melissa

  Later I finally arrive at home. I walk in the door and am greeted with silence.

  "Thank goodness," I mutter to myself, because it means that my host family isn't home.

  I'm so grateful for that because, even though I like them, after the day I have had, I really don't feel like dealing with anyone yet. I can feel a headache starting to build because of all the emotions from today.

  I look at the clock and realize that it's still a long while before everyone else is supposed to be home. I guess getting fired today means that I got here earlier than them.

  I pull off my jacket and walk upstairs to the bathroom. I can feel my emotions taking over again, so I turn on the radio as loud as possible.

  After putting away my jacket and bag, I decide to run the water for a bath. I'm trying to distract my mind to keep my emotions in check. I want so badly to cry and scream along with the music on the radio. I probably would, but I’m afraid my host family would come home and hear me and think I’m some kind of lunatic.

  I'm adjusting the temperature of the water when the phone rings. I try to ignore it, but it just keeps on ringing.

  I sigh in frustration and turn off the water. Then I hurry to answer the persistently ringing phone.

  "Hello?" I ask, knowing that I sound a little irritated.

  "Wow, is that any way to greet your best friend?" a voice asks from the other end of the phone.

  My mood lightens a little as I realize I'm talking to my best friend from back in Idaho.

  "Sorry, Sheila, I was in the middle of something," I explain.

  "That's okay," she replies.

  There's a momentary pause in the conversation. It's been a while since we talked. I take the phone into the kitchen and sit in one of the chairs at the table.

  "So, how are things with you?" I ask.

  "Oh, I've been doing well; perhaps very well…." she says.

  "Really? How so?" I ask her.

  I’m not usually this nosy or impatient. I let her get around to whatever she wants to say. Usually. But this time, something in her voice made me curious.

  "Well, I have a reason for calling you… I'm getting married and I want to invite you to the wedding," she explains.

  I'm speechless for a second and almost drop the phone in shock.

  "Oh my gosh, I'm so happy for you!" I squeal in excitement.

  We both burst into giggles.

  “So, who’s the lucky guy?”

  “His name’s Andrew,” she says.

  I start wracking my brain for anyone named that in our class, but nothing rings a bell, until she says, “You don’t know him. He’s definitely not from here. A recent transplant from Silicon Valley. He owns a tech company."

  “Nice,” I whistle. “Sounds like our little hometown of Bloom, Idaho is really moving up in the world.”

  “Yeah, they opened a second branch here and injected a lot of money into the economy, and… oh, enough about me. You’re the one who’s studying abroad in Ireland! And I really want to hear how that’s going. Sorry I’m yapping so much.”

  “It’s fine!” I tell her, and it really is, since my life here isn’t very exciting and now I feel kind of stupid about having only bad news to share with her when she has had such big things going on.

  “I’m really glad you’re happy,” I say. “You are so lucky to have finally found love. I keep hoping that will happen to me while I'm here, but I'm having as much luck with that as I did back in Idaho."

  Sheila laughs, "Yeah, a lot of the dates back here were pretty awful."

  I have to agree with her.

  "You're right about that. I mean, I know the skating rink isn't the most exciting place to have a date but all of ours sure made it really boring," I say.

  "Yeah, remember how many times we were asked to couple skate by all those dorky guys, when you and Tammy and I would show up?" Sheila asks, mentioning her best friend from high school.

  She had a lot of friends who were close seconds, and I was one of them, but she and Tammy were always super tight.

  "Of course, there's no way of forgetting things like that."

  I laugh. My conversation with Sheila has made me forget about all my worries momentarily, at least.

  "What's wrong? You got quiet," Sheila says.

  I want so badly to cry. I take a breath, before I start telling her about my problems. I hate to rain on her parade after her big announcement.

  "I'm just pretty sad today. I got some bad news earlier that they are increasing the costs at my school. I won't be able to pay for it, so I'll probably have to go back home," I admit.

  "Oh, no. That’s a shame. I’m sorry. There has to be some way to fight this! What about your jobs? I thought they were going really well?" Sheila asks, sounding concerned.

  I sigh again.

  "The guy I was working for died, so his daughter let me go," I explain.

  I try to fight back the tears that have been building up all day, to no avail.

  "Ohhhhh…." Sheila says, then gets quiet.

  We share a moment of silence.

  Eventually, Sheila coughs quietly.

  "I should go. I have things to do before the family gets home," I say softly.

  I don't want to burden her anymore with my problems.

  "Wait, before you go, there's something I want to tell you," Sheila says.

  "Oh, ok, sure," I reply.

  I'm a little distracted now after being reminded about my financial situation.

  "I think I might know of a way that you can make some money," Sheila explains.

  This catches my attention, so I listen quietly.

  "This is sort of like my little secret. I haven't told anyone else about it," Sheila says softly. "But I found a way to get both love and money, and you can, too."

  Now I'm very skeptical.

  Was she planning to have me join some cult or something?

  "Ok," I reply, the skepticism evident in my voice.

  "Now hear me out before you start judging or doubting,” she insists. “I know this might seem like an unconventional way to do things for most people, but there is an auction club that hosts auctions in which billionaires buy virgins. This is how I met my fiancé. Obviously, I don’t tell many people that, so keep it on the downlow. But if you want, I can ask him if it's international and if any are in Ireland?"

  I'm shocked by what she just told me and have no idea what to say in response. Even though she's my one of my best friends, I can't help but feel a little bit weirded out by it all. After all, it’s not every day I hear about something like this.

  "Well, that's very interesting, but I'll have to think about it," I'll finally respond.

  "I know it's a lot to think about, and a lot to take in. I'll call you later in the week once I find out more information," she replies.

  "Like I said, I'll have to think about it." I glance at the clock, and realize I have very little time left until the family gets back.

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nbsp; "Listen, I have to get some things done," I say.

  "Ok, I'll call you later in the week?" Sheila asks.

  "That's fine, I'm really happy about your wedding and I wish you all the best!" I reply, sincerely.

  "Thanks! I really hope you can make it. I'll call you soon," she promises and then we both hang up.

  I hurry to bathe and relax before the house gets crowded. I sink into the warm soapy water and all my thoughts and concerns float away. This was exactly what I needed right now.

  Chapter 3 - Finnegan

  I sigh and rub my temples.

  I really need a break.

  It's not even the middle of the day and I'm already tired. Owning the distilleries is the easy part – it's the running of them that stresses me out. My day is only getting worse, because not only am I overseeing the training of several new employees for our new warehouse near Dublin, but I also have to listen to my manager telling me everything that is going wrong with the opening of that new warehouse.

  It is stressful because it's slowing down our distribution process and we could wind up losing money trying to fix it. I don't like losing anything, especially money.

  I sigh deeply and stop listening to him. This is just too much for me to deal with this early in the day. I wish I had thought to take the day off, but I'm the type that never likes to miss a day of business. I turn and start to walk away.

  "I'll be back later, I need to take a break," I tell him as I walk out.

  "Is everything ok, boss?" he asks, sounding a little worried.

  "Yes, I just need a few minutes to relax," I answer.

  "Oh ok. Are you going to the Love in Dublin club?" he asks curiously.

  "Maybe later; we'll see," is my response.

  I walk outside to my car. This time of year in Ireland is always cold. I've been living here so long that these temperatures no longer bother me. As I start to drive home, I debate whether to turn on the radio, but decide to be alone with my thoughts instead.

  I think about what my manager asked. Normally I would stop at the club, because taking care of my kinks and satisfying my needs would normally help me relax, but today I'm just not in the mood.

  Maybe that's what's been bothering me so much. I've been living this BDSM lifestyle for so long that it’s becoming boring. That is very disappointing. I don't know why I've been feeling this way lately, like I'm disappointed or unsatisfied with everything.

  I know I should be happy because I make tons of money from my business but sometimes, I just feel so fucking empty and alone. I wish I could shake the sense of depression that I have been having, but I just can't seem to.

  Maybe it's all that I've been through. As I'm driving, I find myself thinking about something that I haven't in a long time. My life and childhood.

  The early years, stuck in the house with my parents fighting.

  Having to put up with their abuse of me for all those years.

  I think about the freedom I felt when I turned 18. I left them and their abuse so far behind.

  I've been taking care of myself for so long, going to school, then building my business into the success that it is. Maybe that's where I lost myself. Where I started to disconnect from everything. I need something to pull me out of this cloud that I'm in, but I can't seem to find it.

  My current life hasn't been doing a good enough job of it, that’s for sure.

  What can I do to change it up, and break free from these things that I'm feeling? I wonder.

  I think back to the club, all us billionaires trying to get our hands on some hot young virgin. Each time I go, it’s the same damn thing, over and over and over again.

  I hate when I start thinking like this. I don't like having such dark and depressing thoughts. I try to think of something different.

  I wonder what I can do to relax. Maybe go to the gym or take a long hot shower. There's the usual stuff like listening to music, or reading, but nothing feels right. Maybe I'm just being too picky about everything.

  I sigh in frustration and rub my face. I hate feeling this way. I feel tired but I'm not tired.

  I think maybe I will stop by the club later. Not really out of enjoyment, but more out of habit. I don't like to stray from my normal routines.

  I finally decide to use my home gym when I get there. Maybe I’ll do a couple of laps, or perhaps playing some loud music and punching the bag is what I need to feel energized and shake off this feeling.

  It's frustrating having to deal with this. The part that bothers me the most is not being able to figure out where it's coming from.

  I seriously have nothing in life to be complaining about right now. There's no one I can ask for advice either, although I prefer to keep it that way. I mean, I have friends that I talk to and stuff, but I don't go baring my fucking soul to them. There are some things about me that I'd rather keep private. Thinking about friends leads me to thinking about work. I shake my head and concentrate on my formerly optimistic thoughts about going to my gym once I get home.

  I can't deal with any more work stress right now. I know I'll have to work out all the problems later, but just not right now. My mind can't take it, and I can't concentrate.

  My house is a bit of a drive from work, but eventually I arrive there. Though impressive to all visitors, I grew bored with it a long time ago. Maybe it's my whole life I'm tired of right now. I spend a few minutes sitting in the car, pondering that thought.

  After I get tired of that, I get out and walk around the yard. I'm hoping that breathing in the fresh, cold air will help clear my head and maybe make me feel different. Sadly, it doesn't. I feel exactly the same as before.

  "Well, that was disappointing," I think to myself.

  I look up at the sky, before pulling my keys out of my pocket. I unlock the front door and walk inside with a tired sigh. I don't even know what I'm tired from, but I just feel drained.

  Chapter 4 - Finnegan

  I finally open the door and walk inside. After pulling off my coat and shoes, I'm ready to sit on the couch and relax for a minute.

  The computer in my home office starts ringing, though. It echoes loudly in my quiet mansion. That sound can only mean one thing, I have an incoming video call request. I try not to get frustrated as I go to the office to answer it. I hope it’s not more work-related problems.

  I sit at my desk and accept the video chat. The face of Scarlett, the owner of the Love in Dublin Club fills the screen.

  "I hope this isn't a bad time?" she asks.

  I can tell from her tone she wants to talk business. I groan inwardly.

  "No, it's fine. I just got home," I answer.

  "Oh good, then you have time to talk," she responds happily.

  I can hear her shuffling through some papers off screen. I'm really not in the mood to deal with this, and I definitely didn't want to talk to anyone. Unfortunately, Scarlett isn't the type of person you can ignore.

  She looks at me pointedly and starts talking.

  “There is interest in a special auction but I need to see who all I can get to agree to participate before pushing to have it set up, because the girl is reluctant and would likely need a hefty sum to be persuaded to even show up."

  After she says this, she looks up from the papers in her hand.

  Just as I figured, this conversation is all business and I'm already bored with it. It’s not my job to fund the girls she brings to the club. It’s her job to provide them, since I’m the paying customer. But every now and then she calls and asks about special requests or “exciting opportunities” such as this. She wants to make sure there’s enough interest before spending big.

  I have to fight the urge to yawn. I pretend to pay attention but start fidgeting with stuff on my desk.

  "What's so special about this girl?" I ask, with a bored sigh.

  I know the club tries to keep things interesting for its members, but I can't imagine paying such a large amount for anything.


  "Well, she’s American, but here in Dublin. She’s a young student named Melissa, and she's a virgin."

  I can tell from the monotone voice that Scarlett is reading from her notes.

  "One second…" she says, then after a few button taps from Scarlett, the girl’s picture pops up on my screen.

  The photo catches me off guard, and I'm about to complain until I actually notice the image of the girl. Scarlett is quiet as I study the picture. I think she knows she’s got my interest, but she says nothing.

  I study Melissa's face. And then the rest of her. It's a full body shot, so I notice her curves right away. I've always been attracted to curvaceous women.

  I love her dark complexion as well as her pretty dark brown eyes. My cock jumps up, hungry for a taste of this voluptuous goddess.

  After a few minutes of staring at her picture, I tell Scarlett, without even asking the price or terms, "Okay, I'm in."

  She chuckles softly.

  "I figured you would be," she replies.

  "I'll pay her enticement fee as well," I announce, while saving her picture to my computer.

  "I knew you would," Scarlett says, while making a note of it anyway. "I'll call you back soon with more information."

  “Alright,” I say and then we both hang up.

  After the call is over, I sit there and stare at the picture of Melissa on my computer for a while longer. I wonder what type of person she is. Scarlett mentioned her being a virgin. Obviously, she's dated, everyone has. But I wonder if she’s tried anything.

  I start to fantasize about that. About her being shy, but me being able to convince her to do whatever I want.

  I take my cock – now fully hard at the thought of Melissa – out of my pants and start to play with myself as I picture her naked in my bed. She's hesitant but she wants me so bad. I want her as well.

  I start to imagine the way it would feel to touch her body. To run my hands up and down all of her curves. I picture her brown eyes smoldering with desire for me. Instead of my hand, I imagine that its hers touching my cock. I wonder if she's ever touched one before.