Virgin Lust - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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"Be my good little girlfriend, and Magnus will definitely regret ever letting you go."
The man held zero appeal for me, but out of pure spite, I nodded and laid down the law. "Uncle Vincent, this is fake. Hands offgot it?"
A dark flicker crossed his eyes before he released me, lips twisting into that slimy smirk of his.
"Emily, as your devoted boyfriend, I'll follow your every word."
Good. He was just a pawnnothing more.
I played the part perfectlyposing for staged "couple" photos, arms wrapped around each other, cheeks pressed close. But I made damn sure he never crossed the line.
Then I sent the pictures to Magnus with a sweet little caption: "Uncle, I've chosen Vincent. He's a good man."
My heart hammered, face burning as I gripped my phone. Within seconds, his reply lit up the screen: "Do you even know who Vincent really is?"
The disdain in his tone was delicious.
Got him.
I'd already guessed Vincent wasn't the saint he pretended to be.
"Uncle Vincent's the village charmerwomen adore him. I've seen his good side. We'll marry, have babies, the whole deal!"
I fed the flames, knowing Magnus cared. He'd crack.
Sure enough, he warned meVincent's brothel habits, his lack of a real job, the way he leeched off everyone.
Old news. I played dumb.
"Uncle, if you don't want me, why do you care who I'm with? People change. You can't hold his past against him forever."
Silence. Then, finally: *"Just promise me you'll protect yourself. Understand?"
I smirked. Bingo. Time to turn up the heat.
The next few days, I flaunted Vincent everywherecampus dates, amusement park selfies. The photos got riskier. One showed his hand sliding under my camisole, grazing my chest
Staged, obviously. He never got that far, though his frustration was priceless.
That night, Magnus video-called, his eyes raw. "Emily, don't do this to yourself."
His voice cracked. "Don't sleep with Vincent. You'll regret it forever."
The man held zero appeal for me, but out of pure spite, I nodded and laid down the law. "Uncle Vincent, this is fake. Hands offgot it?"
A dark flicker crossed his eyes before he released me, lips twisting into that slimy smirk of his.
"Emily, as your devoted boyfriend, I'll follow your every word."
Good. He was just a pawnnothing more.
I played the part perfectlyposing for staged "couple" photos, arms wrapped around each other, cheeks pressed close. But I made damn sure he never crossed the line.
Then I sent the pictures to Magnus with a sweet little caption: "Uncle, I've chosen Vincent. He's a good man."
My heart hammered, face burning as I gripped my phone. Within seconds, his reply lit up the screen: "Do you even know who Vincent really is?"
The disdain in his tone was delicious.
Got him.
I'd already guessed Vincent wasn't the saint he pretended to be.
"Uncle Vincent's the village charmerwomen adore him. I've seen his good side. We'll marry, have babies, the whole deal!"
I fed the flames, knowing Magnus cared. He'd crack.
Sure enough, he warned meVincent's brothel habits, his lack of a real job, the way he leeched off everyone.
Old news. I played dumb.
"Uncle, if you don't want me, why do you care who I'm with? People change. You can't hold his past against him forever."
Silence. Then, finally: *"Just promise me you'll protect yourself. Understand?"
I smirked. Bingo. Time to turn up the heat.
The next few days, I flaunted Vincent everywherecampus dates, amusement park selfies. The photos got riskier. One showed his hand sliding under my camisole, grazing my chest
Staged, obviously. He never got that far, though his frustration was priceless.
That night, Magnus video-called, his eyes raw. "Emily, don't do this to yourself."
His voice cracked. "Don't sleep with Vincent. You'll regret it forever."
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