Page 7 of His Virgin Angel

Sex. That was something she knew nothing about. She wondered what it would be like with Jack.

There was no way of her ever finding out either. She’d seen the women he dated, and she was nothing like them, and never would be.

Shoving those thoughts aside, she waited for Jack to get back.

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“Ouch, get off me. You’re hurting me,” Rachel said, trying to pull her arm out of his hold.

Finally out near the street, Jack released her, and watched as she stumbled. She couldn’t get her footing, so she fell on her knees. Her gasp did nothing to him, and he folded his arms, waiting.

“Jack, what the hell?”

She got to her feet and stared at him.

Tilting his head to the side, he frowned, staring at her. What did he see in this whore? He couldn’t see a thing of what would have attracted him. Everything was spilling out of her dress, and her makeup was smudged. She was doused in perfume, and when he glanced down at his hand, he saw she also had a fake suntan. This bitch didn’t even care that she’d hurt another woman.

He’d seen.

Pain had flashed in Piper’s eyes without her even saying a word, and it pissed him off. She didn’t fight her corner. She took whatever anyone had to say, and once again, he was angry.

The only other person who had done that was her mother. The woman he’d dug a six foot grave for. Piper didn’t know what he’d done to protect her, and as far as was concerned, she never would. She and Brian would be better off without that slut of a mother.

“Jack?”

“You’re fired, Rachel.”

“What? You liked fucking me. You said I was the best.”

He smirked.

Chasing after women bored him. When he wanted a quick release, he put a notice out in the brothel he owned, waiting to see who’d accept his offer. The women knew firsthand what he wanted. Full access to their body, no strings, and he’d pay them handsomely. Also, while the women were with him, they had a full medical before he fucked them, and then they had to do what he said.

Jack didn’t have time for mistakes, and the women were so desperate for his money they were happy to be ordered around.

“No, please. I can’t go back to that place.”

Rachel had been one of his workers. She’d come to him when she was twenty-eight, begging for a job. He remembered her because of how desperate she’d been. Not because she needed the money, but because she loved fucking, and said she needed it.

Folding his arms, he stared at her. “You should have thought of that before you told the others how you were going to change me, and how I’d be eating out of your hand.”

He’d found it funny when he learned of her claim. Of course he’d known differently. In all of his forty-five years no woman had ever captured his attention or held him. It was simply not done.

Then out of nowhere, a little brunette with caring brown eyes had made him take notice. Piper was the only constant in his life, and she had the ability to make him feel, to make him care. When he first took her away from her mother, Jack had only wanted to protect her. She’d been young and scared, and yet she’d still kept that love in her gaze. It was one of the things he loved most of all, being able to look her in the eye and see what she was thinking.

“You should have thought of that when you hurt the ones you worked with.” The girls at the brothel hadn’t been hurt. They all had a thick skin, as they had to in order to do their job. Rachel had ruined that by leaving them with the belief she wasn’t coming back.

“This has already taken up too much of my time, and now I’m bored.” He clicked his fingers, and the doorman came toward him.

“Yes, Mr. Sosa.”

“Please make sure this piece of trash is dealt with. I don’t want her spoiling the rest of my night.” With that done, he made his way back into the restaurant. Entering the main room, he saw Drake was talking with Piper, and that he’d gotten her to stay.

Drake and Piper were quite close, and he respected his driver for the care he showed the younger woman.

Much younger woman.

Jack didn’t mind the age gap so much, providing the woman he was with was similar to him. Rachel was very much like him, and that was why he’d picked her. She didn’t give a shit about anyone, and he refused to apologize for using everyone he wanted, including Rachel.

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