My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183: 183/The Virgin’s Curiosity

Chapter 183

Max’s Point of View

I sat there, frozen in place, my face etched with total bewilderment at the strange questions that had suddenly started pouring over me. "What do you mean ’what’?" she asked, narrowing her eyes with dead seriousness. "I’m asking you... do you find me attractive?"

"What a ridiculous question!" I replied, shying my gaze away from her as I tried to process the situation.

She exhaled in frustration. "Fine, I’ll change the question. Imagine a group of girls walking in right now which one would attract you?"

"You’re trying to figure out the type of women I’m attracted to," I said, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to read what was going on in her head.

She nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! Come on, tell me!"

I sighed, finally surrendering. "Thin, with a beautiful smile, long hair... and cute."

"Cute?" she interrupted with disapproval.

"Yes."

"Alright, what else?" she asked, tilting her head. "For example, do you prefer her brunette, blonde, or what?"

"To be honest, I’m quite attracted to blondes," I answered frankly.

Her eyes widened with a strange eagerness. "What? Why?"

"What do you mean ’why’?" I asked in surprise. "That’s just my taste!"

"And what about my hair? What should I do with it?" she said, clutching a strand of her hair. "Should I dye it?"

I looked at her in disbelief. "Dye your hair? What would you gain from that?"

"Ugh, Max!" she groaned. "I’m asking you because I want to see if I can attract men."

"Just because I prefer blondes doesn’t mean every man is like me, by the way," I said, trying to calm her sudden obsession. "Who is this person you’re trying to attract?"

She looked away, visibly flustered. "No one specific, I’m just asking."

It was obvious someone was on her mind, and I was certain she was attracted to Robert but was denying it.

"Julie..." I said seriously, "every man has his preferred type. Maybe I won’t be attracted to you, but someone else will."

"I don’t think I’m his preferred type," she replied, the disappointment evident in her tone.

"Who is he?" I asked quickly.

"No one," she answered curtly.

"Admit it, Julie," I said, trying to pressure her.

"Let’s change the subject," she said, evading me.

I shook my head. "Fine, as you wish, you liar."

She looked at me suddenly and said in a low voice, "I’m not a liar... now, you know that I’m a virgin."

"Yes, Julie, I know," I said, feeling the conversation heading down a dangerous slope.

She continued, rubbing her hands nervously, "I want to ask you about the first time... is it painful? I mean, when doing ’that thing’..."

I interrupted her with a muffled shout, putting my hand over my face. "I get it, I get it! But I don’t understand why you’re asking me this question!"

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