Page 53 of Virtuous Vows

I’m stunned.

How is this for shit timing?

But I waver on my decision. Is this likedivine intervention? Something telling me maybe Dawson is a bad decision? Kit is the embodiment of a nice guy, something new and normal. And isn’t that what I wanted only a week ago? I swallow. At every moment with Dawson, there’s always been something to stop us.Surely, that’s a sign. My mind jumbles with confusion, and I realize then that Kit has been watching me silently this whole time.

“Dawson, I’m sorry. I have to cancel our plans. Can we talk later?” I ask.

A cruel expression crosses over his features. And for a moment, I think he’s going to say something. My heart races just thinking about it. I don’t want to hurt Kit. I don’t want a showdown in front of my apartment building.

Eventually, Dawson nods, but I can tell he is not pleased with me.

I feel shitty. I wanted to take Dawson to my apartment, but I don’t want to turn Kit away.

Fuck. What was I thinking?

“Goodnight, Honey,” Dawson says before he gets in his car and drives off.

Right now, I can’t help but think maybe I didn’t make the right decision. But how could I blow off Kit so obviously like that?

“He seems like more than a boss,” Kit comments.

Fucking tell me about it.

“He’s just my boss. We had to go over some things,” I tell him awkwardly, shoving my hands into my pockets. Because, quite honestly, I don’t want to invite Kit up tomy apartment just yet. I thought I did all of this so I could get closer to him, and now I feel guilty and awkward.

“So, what brings you here? Do you want to go for a coffee or something?” I ask, pointing in the direction of the café across the road.

He shakes his head. “Look, you’re great and everything, and this has been amazing, but to be honest, I need to…” I stand there staring at him.Is he breaking up with me?“Well, I know who you are,” he adds awkwardly.

“You know who I am?” I ask, confused.

He leans in and whispers, a little unsure, “I saw you, well, the photos. You should have told me you were a virgin.” My body freezes at his words, and I feel the color drain from my face.

How could he know that?

How does he know about the virgin auctions?

“Honey,” he says and leans away. “Say something. I would have helped you if it was money you needed.”

“I…” What?Kit is a normal type of guy, isn’t he?Sure, he works for a well-known accounting firm, but this society is on a whole different level.

“I have money, and I would have paid you.” He licks his lips.

“Excuse me?”

He smiles coyly. “You know, virgins are quite rare.”

“Rare?” I ask, and I feel my blood boil despite the cold slap of confusion.

Kit was meant to be a Mr. Nice guy.

Kit was meant to be normal.

“Yes. We could have made it special.”

The guilt and uncertainty wash away. Was Kit propositioning me now because I’d been a virgin?

“Okay, I think it’s time you leave,” I say angrily, stepping away from him.