About half an hour later, Macy reemerged from the bathroom and was standing face to face with Sergey. He had a calm look on his face as he stared at her.

"Macy…I didn't want to frighten you. Come with me…" he said as he held out his hand and she accepted it. He led her to his bedroom and she hesitated at the door. "It's alright, Macy."

"No…it's not. You're g-going to…rape m-me. Please…" she begged but was interrupted by him placing a finger on her lips.

"I am not going to rape you, Macy. I just want to show you how beautiful you are. You deserved to know how beautiful you are and how much you are not appreciated." he said as he led her into his bedroom. It showed a much darker tone than his living room and kitchen with dark gray, black, and accents of white. His bedding was black and white stripes. "Come here…" he said as he led her to a floor-length mirror. "I want you to look at yourself in the mirror."

"Okay…" she said as she stood in front of the mirror. Her eyes were puffy from crying, but amazingly her eye makeup was in tact. Her cheeks were flushed and her lipstick had been wiped off. He hair was slightly messy, but not much. "I look terrible…" she mumbled.

"You do not look terrible, Macy. When I look at you…I do not see a woman who looks terrible. I see a pair of mesmerizing eyes, flawless face, luscious lips…" he said as he stood behind her and traced his fingers over her lips. She tensed up and froze as she felt his hand caress her face and daring to move lower. "Graceful neck." he said as he moved his hands lower and glided his hand down to her shoulders and moved lower to cup her breasts through the fabric of her jumpsuit. Macy could only hear the sound of her own rapid breathing as he moved his hand lower on her body. "Soft legs…" he whispered into her ear as he rubbed his hand up and down her thighs. She didn't know why, but she was getting turned on.

She felt sick with embarrassment that she had a wet spot in her lacy underwear as he moved his hand higher under the bottom of the short of her jumpsuit. Her heart was beating faster and faster as she felt his hand move higher and past the band of her panties. There was a sharp intake of breath as she felt his fingers brush her damp folds. She let out a shudder when he moved his fingers up and down, slowly along the lips of her pussy. Feeling herself fall backwards, she leaned against him and let out a loud moan as his fingers brushed against her clit. She panicked.

"Sorry…" she mumbled and he chuckled into her ear before kissing her neck.

"Don't be sorry, Macy. Never apologize for moaning. Especially when it feels good." he whispered into her ear and she closed her eyes feeling herself melting into his touch as he moved his fingers in circles against her clit. Her breathing was shallow and quick. She was panting and moaning as she felt his lips on her neck.

"Oh…" she called out as she felt a knot tightening and releasing in her stomach and she fell back onto him. He held her by the waist with his free arm as she stood on slightly shaky legs. He moved her to his bed and laid her down.

"Macy…I want to see you. All of you." he said and that snapped her out of her dream-like state. "Take off your clothes."

"Sergey…" she said as she sat up. "I've never had sex. I'm scared." she said feeling the tears fall down her face. She didn't want Sergey to be her first, and she wanted her first time to be special. Yet, there was a fire burning inside of her making her want to stay with him. Or was it shame that she had allowed him to touch her? She couldn't decide. Her head ached with confusion as to why she hated Sergey, yet she didn't want to leave.

"I'll be as gentle as I can, Macy." he said as he caressed her face. "It hurts the first time for every girl. You do realized that, don't you?"

"I…I wanted my first time to be special. I wanted it to be with Nick. You only wanted this one night, and…I feel like a whore." she said as she cried.

"You are not a whore, Macy." Sergey said to her in an annoyed tone.

"How could you say that?!" she said as she stood up. "You practically bought me! What about all that stuff you said to Mr. Lucas? You said those things cost you lots of money and that I was your payment! I am a whore!" she said as she back down on the bed.

"You are right. I bought you, but it wasn't my intention to make you feel like a whore. I wanted you, Macy. Ever since I saw you in the garden, I wanted you. And the only way I could think of to get you was to use my money and influence to get you. I just wanted one night with you…this unattainable thing. A fantasy. I want you."

"Why?" Macy said as she stared at him "If I agree to sleep with you, you have to tell me why I should do it. I need a reason for giving up something I saved for someone else."

"You will not like to reason if I tell you." Sergey said as he got up from the bed.

"Tell me, anyway. Give me a reason why you want my virginity."

"I need to corrupt someone so pure because I can not stand it! I hate your naivety. I hate how you could see so much ahead of you not knowing that this world is a cruel place!. Your only worry is about a silly little boy band and mooning over them. The fact that you're American makes it worse for me. Childish nation, indeed. Yet, I hate how cold and callous Nadia can be. She only pretends that she is innocent and childish. I've never seen a girl grow so old. But, you…you're everything I hate. Yet, I find comfort in you. I know this doesn't make any sense. I doesn't even make sense to me, but…" he said but was interrupted by Macy stopping him.

"That's a good enough reason, I guess…" she said as she sat back down on the bed and closed her eyes as she peeled the strapless jumpsuit down off of her body. She felt cold air hit her nipples causing them to harden and she shuddered. She continued to push the material down further until she slid it down her legs. She moved her hands up and hooked her fingers around the band of her panties and slid them down.

Opening her eyes, she saw that same intense look in Sergey's eyes she saw the first day she saw him. He had pulled off his shirt and was working on his pants. Her heart was beating and she couldn't believe she was agreeing to give her virginity to a man she barely knew. It was strange. She didn't know why, but after hearing him open himself up to her and tell her the truth, she was more willing to give him what he wanted. It seemed it almost pained him that he wanted to do this to her. And she, being the good person she is, didn't like seeing someone in pain. It was twisted way of thinking, but she couldn't think of anything else. She moved up to the head of the bed and laid down not taking her eyes off of him.

"Macy, you are beautiful I know I have said that more times than you would have liked to hear, but it is true. You are very, very beautiful."

"Just promise me that you'll be gentle. And you'd stop if I asked you to." she said as she watched him finish undressing. He had slid his pants down along with is underwear. For a moment she looked away from his penis out of shame and embarrassment and he chuckled at this. "Please, promise me." Macy begged again as she saw him reaching for a condom.

"I promise, Macy." he said as he climbed into bed next to her. "I will be gentle with you and I will stop if you ask me to stop." he said as he kissed her "Are you ready?"

"Yes…" she said as she tilted her head up to kiss him.