The Billionaire's Virgin Saint: Trained For Sin

Ryan's pov

"You're doing it wrong, sir. The clip must be turned inside out, so when you insert it into her, it grips her pussy walls tightly", I'd never been spoken to so raw before. And worse by a woman.

I'm at the only sex toy shop I patronize, and this is the first time anyone has ever approached me, much less spoken to me.

Before I could respond, a huge figure appeared beside me, another admirer trying to impress me, no doubt. Ever since those embarrassing photos of me shopping for sex toys leaked to the media, every woman I meet seems to think they need to showcase their 'skills'.

"Here, let me show you", she said.

I forced a polite smile. "No, I can do it, thank you for your help!" it was all I could say not to snap at her. I'm having a bad morning. Waking up to a random woman I'd fucked at night, still in bed with me pissed me off and that meant I had to fuck the same woman twice. I never do that.

But she persisted. "I'm only trying to help, you need to ..."

I'd had enough. "I said no. Are you deaf?" My patience had worn thin and not even the fear of being on blogs the next day could stop this outburst.

"You really don't have to shout, I was only trying to -", she stammered.

But I cut her off, my anger boiling over. "Get your fat self out of my sight! I'm losing my patience and I'd hate to do something bad to you. You're not my type. Is that clear enough?" I snapped.

I knew I had gone too far, but desperation drove me. I never know how to handle unwanted advances from aggressive women.

I scanned the store, everyone had retreated, leaving us alone. I turned to look at her. She stood frozen, her face hidden behind a mask, but I could see the unshed tears welling up in her eyes, fear evident in every tense line of her posture. Then, without a word, she turned and ran.

Just great. Another drama I didn't sign up for. I can already see the headlines already 'Billionaire CEO Ryan James in heated argument with masked woman at a sex toy shop. Who is this woman?'

I finished up my shopping and headed to the counter to pay, but then I spotted her figure disappearing behind the door. Oh fuck, is she running? Was I really that bad?

Even Lindsey, the lady at the counter who usually flirts with me despite my grumpiness and obvious lack of interest, was unusually quiet. I would've appreciated her sudden need for silence on another day, but not today. "Lindsey right? This is for you" I said to her for the first time, handing her a generous tip. It was twice the size Taylor, my head of security tipped her for her silence. I should've let Taylor come in with me, he always knows how to handle these situations.

"I'd like to apologize to the lady who just left. Could you please call her?" I asked.

"Yes, Mr Ryan", her voice dripped with seduction. That was fast.

"Thank you".

My phone rang, and I knew I was in trouble. Caleb, my best friend and business partner, was expecting me and I was running late. Two hours late!

"Heyyyy", I said, attempting to sound playful.

"Don't heyyyy me, where the hell are you, man? Your dad's here, and I smell trouble. She's here too", Caleb said, his tone serious. She refers to my accidental baby mama, a pain in my ass.

Of course, my father's accomplice is with him. Could this day get any worse?

"Don't worry man, I'll be there soon. I just need to apologize to the lady I snapped at. It was bad, and I think it got worse. I've gotta make it right, you know?"

"Just a lady? Or is there more?" Caleb asked, suddenly forgetting I was supposed to be in a hurry.

I knew I had to shut him up before he made a big deal out of it, like he always does. "Nah man, she's nowhere near my type. She's fat, huge and boring" he knows what I like, so I was hoping that would put an end to any ideas he had.

"Whatever man, get here ASAP".

I turned and saw her disappear again. She's definitely running, and oh shit, she heard me. This day just keeps getting worse.

Lindsey showed up, her eyelash doing that annoying flutter thing. "Sorry, Mr Ryan, she left through the back door".

I knew she was lying, but there was nothing more I could do. "Okay, please let her know how sorry I am for my outburst. Have a nice day," I said loudly, hoping she'd hear me from wherever she was hiding.

"Yes, Mr. Ryan. Have a great day, sir."

I let out a frustrated sigh. My phone call had definitely made things worse.

As Taylor pulled into the office, I saw Dad's car, and my heart sank. This was going to be a terri

My security team - all seven of them, looked uncertain. Torn between getting out of the car or staying put. I couldn't blame them. My father was bad news.

I step into my office, and I'm greeted by an unwelcome sight. Joan, my baby mama, casually chatting with my dad like they're old friends.

"Ah, son, you're back. I thought you were avoiding me" he said in sarcasm.

"I wish I could", I muttered under my breath.

"Hey handsome, did you miss me?" Joan said, her attempt at seduction downright disgusting. .

I ignored Joan, and turned my focus to my Dad. "Hi, Father. You didn't mention you'd be coming in."

"Do I need to call before I come here?"

"Considering this is my company, yes, you do".

"Aren't you going to say hello to Joan? That's the mother of your children, you know. I raised you to be better, boy."

No you didn't. He didn't even care I existed until the award show with my mom. Then, suddenly he showed up the next week to 'get to know his son better'.

"What do you need this time? Why are you here? I know you're not here for the kids-they're fine with mom, I know. Another Birkin or a trip to the Maldives? You should've called Thomas. Coming here was a waste of time," I said to Joan.

I don't have time for her seduction or the energy to deal with Joan. I make sure Thomas, my accountant handles her constant financial demands. It's easier that way and helps me avoid situations like this.

"Well, I came to discuss something very important with you, son. And before you say anything, yes, it concerns her", my father said, his eyes locked on mine.

"Okay, what is it?" I asked, my tone stern and impatient.

"Joan told me you asked for custody of the kids for the holiday. Is that right?" he asked.

"I didn't realize asking my daughters to spend the holiday with me was a crime", I snapped, wondering where this was headed.

"Oh, not at all. But Joan's parents think it's a bad idea. So, I've decided the girls won't be spending the holiday with you."

"What?" My anger started to rise. I could feel my blood boiling. I will kill him.

My father shifted uncomfortably. Good, he'll need all the space he can get to run.

"You're always at work. You need a woman at home to take care of the girls. I think you should marry Joan and maybe have another child, a boy this time. That way, the girls will have a baby brother and a stable home instead of shuttling between two countries."

Joan's face lit up with a shy smile, and I could feel my inner demons rising. Is he out of his mind? He knows I won't marry just anyone for the sake of my girls. He's trying to manipulate me into marrying Joan.

"And if I refuse to get married before the holidays? What happens?" I ask coldly.

My father's expression turned cold. "Fine, then. If you're not married by the end of the month, the girls will spend the holiday with Joan's relatives in Switzerland. If you take this to court, you'll just traumatize them. I'm sure you don't want that."

The end of the month is in a week!