Sneak Peek: Her Virgin Daughter

Ellie peeks out the window at the expensive truck parked outside the house. She squints hard at the dubious appearance of the chauffeur, but she can’t see who is behind the wheel. Ellie gives up on her futile efforts as her gaze travels to the backseat window, which is totally tinted, shielding the occupant from view. She blinks several times, trying to recollect her gaze as she hears the sound of six-inch heels clicking down the wooden stairs.

“How do I look?” Diana asks her daughter excitedly as she slowly spins around. With a big grin, she smiles at Ellie.

Ellie stares at her mom’s hot outfit for the night. Her blonde hair is twirled in a bun, which compliments the shimmering turquoise dress that stopped just at her knees. Even for her age, her D-cup breasts are perky and firm, especially in this V-neck plunge of a dress. Ellie’s eyes travel down to her mom’s pretty feet securely strapped into a pair of red bottomed Louboutin heels which she guesses to be an expensive gift.

“Come on, say something honey, I’m running late,” her mom chides impatiently, as she removes the Birkin purse clutched under her left arm.

“You . . . look ravishing, Mom,” says Ellie.

Diana is delighted. “Thank you, honey.” She grins and leans in to plant a kiss on her daughter’s forehead, leaving a slight imprint of her red lipstick. As she withdraws, she begins to rub it off with her right thumb. “Now, are you sure you’re going to be okay all alone at home by yourself?” Diana asks in a concerned tone.

“Mom, I’m already a couple of months into college. I’ll be more than fine.” Ellie cheeses at her mom, while she slightly grabs at her mother’s outstretched arm at her forehead.

“Alrighty then, that’s good to know, big girl.” Diana teases.

“Out you go, queen. Your chariot awaits,” Ellie also teases her mom. She holds the front door open and bows mockingly at her blushing mom.

Diana hurries out the door and onto the front porch. “I love you, honey!” she calls over her shoulder.

“I love you too! Have a wonderful date.”

The engine of the parked truck revs to life as Ellie’s mom opens the door to the backseat. Ellie wonders why Diana’s date hadn’t come out to open the door for her. Ellie finally gets a glimpse into the car, but no one was in the backseat as she had anticipated. Diana blows her daughter a last kiss before the luxurious car speeds off the lot.

Ellie stands there wondering who this Prince Charming is. She has never seen him before.

She goes back into the house, plops on the couch and pulls out her phone. She wonders who this Prince Charming is that swept her mom off her feet with expensive dates and gifts.

“Time to do some digging.” She grabs the man’s business card from the coffee table. She thumbs at her phone in one hand and glances at the business card in the other. “…Matt Stevenson.” Her cellphone screen illuminates with different articles about the billionaire in his late thirties who some online tabloids refer to as the “Backdoor Bully” due to a couple of seemingly hostile business takeovers his companies are notorious for. Matt comes from a long line of Wall Street traders and investment bankers. The sacred family heirloom had been passed down from generation to generation until it gets to him. He often brags about how he is the most successful in his generation as he’s diversified his million-dollar inheritance into a plethora of bogus investments which triples his yearly net worth. The most notable of these investments is the tech company he owns in Silicon Valley, pulling in a cool billion dollars for him annually. Forbes and The Wall Street Journal are at his beck and call, always ready to grant interviews and splash the face of the fit business mogul on their respective magazines. He is invited to shindigs with governors and mayors in attendance, each whispering a required favor in his ear. He is a man with an ideal height of 6’1, chiseled facial features and muscles that ripple over his entire body. It goes without saying that Matt is a handsome man for his age and whatever he is beginning to lack in the looks department due to approaching old age, he makes up for with his deep pockets and extravagant style.

Ellie saves a couple of magazine covers of him on her phone before tossing it aside to resume her binge streaming on Netflix.

*** 

“Welcome to Granville, ma’am,” says the polite porter holding the truck door open while he smiles at Diana, just as his job description entailed.

“Thank you,” replies Diana, stepping out of the truck onto the plush driveway of the five-star hotel littered with numerous exotic supercars as a cacophony of engine sounds hum into the evening atmosphere.

“This way please. Mr. Matt awaits you in the restaurant,” says the porter to her surprise. As he leads her into the exquisite lobby of the hotel, her eyes travel around the large room and she spots a couple of Greek themed ceramic statues strategically placed at different locations in the lobby. She thinks they look so godlike from the numerous bright lights that reflect off their meticulously polished frames assuming various poses. Diana is brought to by mild chatter and the lingering aroma of expensive cuisine as she steps into the buzzing restaurant. The room is filled with aristocrats from different walks of life and expensive jewelry sporting women leisurely wining and dining. The occasional laughter that erupts from different tables apparently proves that everybody enjoys their partner’s company.

“Oh my God, Diana, you look breathtaking as always,” Matt says, getting up from his seat with his arms outstretched as Diana approached his table with a smile curved on her puffed, red lips.

“Thank you, Matt,” Diana blushes as she leans in to give the man a peck and hug that lasts a few seconds before they break away. “You look handsome as always,” she replies in polite reciprocation of his kind compliment.

“Ah, come on, don’t tease me,” Matt grins as they slowly sit down. He reaches out across the table to rub her palm with both of his hands. “Hope you didn’t have a hard time getting here?” Matt asks.

“No, absolutely not,” she retorts, “Matter of fact, I should thank your driver for being patient with me while I got ready, you know how us girls like to take our time,” she adds gleefully.

“Oh, it’s nothing, he obviously gets overpaid for doing nothing,” says Matt as he gestures with a wave of his arm. “Plus, good things take time,” he teases as his eyes roam from her glittering grey eyes, down to the luscious cleavage that poked out of top of her V-neck dress. He feels his mouth water in an instant upon the sight of her perfect tits.

His attention is interrupted by the waiter approaching their table with a bottle of champagne and two flutes that he settles carefully on the table, filling each glass one after the other. They smile at each other, saying nothing as the waiter, having filled their glasses to the brim, places the dinner menu on the table respectfully bowing before slowly retreating.

“So, what was it you said we needed to discuss over dinner,” asks Diana, breaking the silence…