Still A Virgin?! by Kobby Ben (classic novels to read txt) 📕

She turned sharply at Danni with a look of scorn and her nose scrunched below her glasses. At least, she looked at her, Danni thought frighteningly.

"Look," she spoke through gritted teeth "if you haven't realized, I am the only one not dazed about the fact that you are...what's his name? Yeah, what's-his-name's fiancée , so if you do not mind, I am busy." She turned back to her computer.

"I was just confused." Danni said lightly, looking back at her notes to continue her thoughts.

"Hello." Seconds later, a squealing kind of voice like that of the ones who read American Cheerleader and wished to be characters of Lisi Harrison's kind of novels back in Highschool, approached her. Danni looked up at the girl who owned the over-done nails with more than three colors "Bethany." 

 Danielle stared with a vague expression at the lady with a blonde bob, dark eye-linings around her blue eyes and a crimson lipstick over full set of lips.  

"Danielle." She took her hands only to have her jerk them out of hers.

"I didn't say anything about wanting you to touch my O.P.I'd nails." She added a faux smile to soften her jibe, smoothing the fine nail work of a finger with the another braggingly, "Bethany Heitman, Fashion writer." She paused looking at Danni's vacant expression "I guess I was expecting a 'the Bethany Heitman' as I get that all the time, but... for you I can make that slide."

Danielle nodded with pursed lips, not wanting anything better than her leaving.

"I came all the way from the sixth floor to welcome the Danielle Longhorne and soon to be Mrs. Alberto Cavallini." She clasped both her hands tight, sighing and offering her a huge smile that Danni thought would send her mascara imprinting on her cheeks "So." She leaned onto the desk, giving Danni a peak at those not so impressive boobs through her red halter-neck dress.

Seeing Danielle distracted by her boobs, "Don't worry, I am saving for surgery."

"Oh." Danielle kept on a vacant expression as she nodded.

"So tell me everything about... Alberto."

"Alberto." Danni replied, not surprised by her question, "He's sweet, funny, and intelligent-"  Danni was interrupted uttering the words she'd memorized not so long ago.

 "Not that." She rolled her eyes exasperatingly, "You've got to learn how to speak Newchic very fast." She said to Danielle's confusion "When I say 'everything'," she leaned closer, her boobs falling on top of Danielle's monitor, providing a more discomforting view, "I mean, how thick is he down there? How... large...how 'penormous' he is."

"Penormous?" Danni asked, clueless.

"Enormous penis." She supplied brazenly. 

 "So his penis is the everything you want to know about?" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah," she yelled at her for how long it took for her to realize "I made it clear in the first place."

"No." Danni shook her head "You said you wanted to know everything about him, you didn't mention how...how... penormous." A girl in front of her turned to stare with repugnance.

Before Danni felt mortified and mouthed an apology, 

"Chrissakes," Bethany jumped to her defense, "you are in the L&L corner and you definitely know what lust means, don't you?" she snubbed, turning her attention to Danni "No, Danielle," she shook her head in disagreement "if you remember clearly, I said, 'Tell me everything... about Alberto.' Not 'tell me everything about Alberto'."

Danni shook her head in disbelief. Seriously, someone tell her the difference she was missing.

"Enough of this silence." she grinned "Keep me informed on all those juicy details."

Danielle stared at her watch realizing it was almost noon. 

Time to go see the shrink.

"All you should know is," she stood up taking her bag with her, "he has a penis, like every other man... his age." She walked away, moving through the numerous cubicles.

"Please," Bethany went in pursuit of her, "I saw his full-frontal the other day... and Holy Zombie!" she exclaimed "That was a very huge one."

Danielle halted turning to face her, wondering what could keep her off. With an interest in male genitalia, she was somehow convinced she wouldn't back down and would follow her all the way to Shelly's recommended therapist if she didn't get what she wanted. She new these celebrity VPL-obsessed ones. "And you want to know if the leaked is a fake or not?"

"Exactly." Bethany nodded; ecstatic they were on the same page.

"Keep your phone on," Danielle said close to a whisper with a knowing smile, "you do not know when I will be sending in those pics."

"Thanks!" Bethany screamed excitingly watching her leave "I want close up photos! 640 by 480 to be precise." she added.

Danielle giggled, staring at her watch as she walked out of the huge hall that was the Writer's Lounge and into the Receptionist's suite. She would skip lunch at the cafeteria and run off on her first day, to have her appointment with the virginity shrink.

"OHMIGOD!" she heard Stupidly Blonde scream as her eyes popped out at her BlackBerry screen,"the bitch he's leading a double life with just tweeted a pic of her with a ring on her finger!"

Danni shook her head, suppressing giggles as she pushed through the French doors leading to the cafeteria.

* * * * *

Sipping cold margaritas as she sun-bathed on a lounger, Shelly stared at the blue seas of East Beach.When she was done writing for the day, she took a long break here at East Beach on a quiet secret spot she'd stumbled upon walking around Hotel Mar Monte.

It was a great feeling, chilling out with the soothing wind and the sounds of the gentle waves... and of course the margaritas. If Wordsworth had stumbled on this spot, his fans would have been expecting one of his hideous romantic poems.

She closed her eyes when she got tired of staring at the blue sky, trying to take in all her surroundings. Too good she wasn't anymore the writer who would lock herself up all day trying to finish a book. Now, all she did was enjoy life and keep her mind off the writer's cabin in order not to age quickly.

She sighed, still with her eyes closed and stretching her legs out on the lounger "What a life!" she exclaimed.

"What a woman!" On hearing the voice, Shelly shot up to sitting position quickly.

"Sorry." She found herself staring into the eyes of a tall cute guy with cool blue eyes, a bit of grey in his spiky black hair and a smile that made the veins surrounding her heart do a hula-hoop "Sorry for startling you," his boyish smile made her stomach churn with over-excitement "I was wondering what a woman as beautiful as you are was doing here all alone."

He was English too. Shelly crooned at the thought, and she fought the smile that played at the corners of her lips staring at the topless male. His impressive torso was bronzed by a tan, his muscles perfectly corded, his biceps spectacularly masculine and his strong boobs were to drool for... as she was doing... internally. She looked down the guy who towered over her to block out her sun only to find out, waist down he was clothed. She creased her brows in disappointment, "I am also wondering, who would want to disrupt my sizzling moments."

"As I apologized earlier," he spoke, lowering himself on the white sands to his knees "I am terribly sorry. Can I sit? Because I'm afraid some buffed guy would come out of nowhere and waste me out on the spot."

She chuckled at his sense of humor, he was macho'd enough to handle ten men his size-no hyperbole intended "What you should be afraid of is whether the mistress accepts your company." She feigned an English accent knowing she was pretty good at it.

"And does my mistress-"

"Your mistress?" she shot up a brow in surprise.

Okay, she liked cute English men, but not the lecherous ones. It didn't fit their accent.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way," he apologized giggling "I will leave if you do not accept my company, but I must tell you, I am one entertaining bloke."

Oh, trust her, she was entertained. Entertained by all that eye-candy. She grinned, sitting cross-legged on the sun-lounger "Maybe you can spend a few minutes...and be gone after that."

He laughed sitting his fine English butt on the ivory sands "It's lovely here, isn't it?"

"Of course it is," she closed her eyes sighing "I won't set up here if I didn't like it. The waves, the wind, the sand and those lovely shells you stumble upon... it's a delight."

"We English think special locations need that special persons to be spent with," he looked into her eyes, his direct gaze boring into her and making his blue eyes turn a shade darker, "Where's that special person and is he anywhere around?"

She smiled plainly shaking her head "No special someone, just me. And I've been just me since my husband died ten years ago."

"Wow." He uttered in shock.

She wasn't sure if it was because of staying single for ten years that the word had sprung out of his lips. Or was it because he couldn't believe a hot cake like her was single? Anyway, she didn't want to inquire, when you are fifty-sorry, forty-nine, every 'wow' mattered, 'cause who knows what you will be getting at sixty.

"That makes two of us, except there's been no death. I divorced my ex two years ago and I am here with her."

"Oh," she let out to her in disappointment. 

Were they trying to rekindle old flames? "Are you and her trying to find that lost love, or what went wrong?" she asked with bravery that surprised her.

He chortled and all she thought was, just when I thought he was my English knight, there was an ex in the picture.

"I came here with my ex and daughter."

She was glad she hadn't lost her ability to smile after his previous statement "So you are the irresponsible dad who leaves everything to the mum."

"Really?" he drew his head back in surprise at her assessment "I left because she said something nasty that sent me running here. I didn't want a fight in front of my daughter."

"Exes." Shelly murmured with sympathy. For one thing, she knew he was a caring dad, with an annoying ex.

"Sorry." He grunted "I do not know why I keep apologizing, but I think it's got something to do with my English manners." She laughed, "I am Richard."

"Shelly." She reached out to take his stretched hand, and mother of Mary, those hands were strong, and all those currents that ripped through her body at his touch was sure because off the chemistry that coursed between them, releasing freely charged electrons. She was the proton and she had met her electron. Together, they'd cross out their charges.

She'd always thought good men came with dexterous hands, and boy did his hands look dextrous to handle any position if put to the challenge.

"That's some coincidence," he grinned "My daughter is also Shelly."

Her lips went apart to let out an awkward laugh, that was... weird. She didn't want to think of all those images he might be thinking of if they were to indulge in phone sex. Her beautiful body or his daughter's petite own?-eek!

"Well, Shelly," he stood up "I think I must get going if I do not want my ex threatening she's going to press for full custody."

Shelly couldn't help but feel disappointed. Now, the next thing she was expecting was an 'if destiny wants us to meet again, we will cross paths' speech. It would be low of her to ask for his contact. She was strictly behind women having their pride and dignity even when faced with irresistible men "Bye then." She let out painfully.

He picked a twig and she watched him scribble something on the sand "I hope to be hearing from you Shelly... soon." He smiled, walking backwards to run off.

Shelly looked down at his number on the sand. It didn't take a second for the evil waves to wash across shore