A Virgin for A Cold Billionaire

Alexander Arlan Ainsley POV

Me: "I was considering buying CCTV from the headquarters for a secret project."

I did not fucking care about Damien's response later, and the important thing was that I did not mention Arletta's name prematurely! That girl had to be all mine because she had already managed to awaken a pent-up passion. Damien Xaverius: "What? What kind of secret project are you putting together? Tell me the details."

If I told you, the project would not be a secret anymore. If only Arletta had not been Fiona's daughter, things would have been easier. I did not want to act rashly, so approaching my dream girl had to be carefully planned. Me: "I will tell you later."

I did not want to talk about my secret project at the moment. I had not had any experience approaching the opposite sex yet, but after asking Francois, I already had an idea of what I wanted to do with Arletta. Damien Xaverius: "Come on, Monk! Why do you like being secretive with me?"

I just grinned, but only for a moment. I knew Damien would offer to help, but that did not mean accepting all of his offers unless it was absolutely necessary.

Me: "I will not tell you now, because my secret project requires more research. When it is fixed, I will tell you directly and send you an official purchase quotation."

I wanted to gain access to the Rayner mansion and place CCTV in strategic rooms, including my girl's room. I needed to know what Arletta was doing and the conversations going on there, so I did not miss out on any information.

I heard Damien whistling like there was something that interested him. I did not care about anything else because Arletta was the main goal other than raising a lot of money for our future.

Damien Xaverius: "You want to send us an official purchase quotation? Wow. Your secret project must be important, because you've never done that before."

Yeah. My secret project was significant because it concerned the future. If this project went according to plan, Damien and The Godfather would have to face Fiona. The Queen of The Hidden Dragon must be furious and did her best to thwart the marriage of Arletta and me, her daughter.

Me: "Yeah. I do not mess around with my own project. If everything is ready, at least eighty percent is fixed, then I will immediately tell Thomas to make a purchase quotation and send the soft copy by e-mail. Is the CCTV price still the same or has there been any change?"

I did not like wasting time on uncertain things. A man should talk less nonsense and prove his affection more with actions. Everyone could say 'I love you', but not all could give real proof, aka lip service only.

Damien Xaverius: "There is indeed an increase in price, because it follows the raw materials and others. For the custom CCTV, especially the latest releases are expensive, unless you want to buy ordinary CCTV, then the price remains the same." The high price was not a problem if the quality of the product was good. I did not want to buy cheap goods, but they broke easily, so I had to buy more later, which definitely added to the cost. I built my business with a lot of hard work, so I valued every penny spent.

Me: "Just send me the price list of custom and latest CCTV, so that it will be easy to estimate the cost. I do not mind with the price."

Money was not a problem because I had plenty in my personal account and the safe in the penthouse, but that did not mean it could be used carelessly. I wanted to have a serious relationship with Arletta, especially since I told Rayner that I wished to have his daughter as my wife.

Damien Xaverius: "Okay, I send it now. Jack, please send the price list of the custom CCTV and the latest output to Mr. Alex via e-mail."

I heard Damien mention someone's name. If I was not mistaken, Jack was the name of his assistant. That means he was in the office because Jack was never brought along when Damien was going to nightclubs and only dealt with work matters.

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I was sure there must be a way to place CCTVs inside the Rayner house, especially inside Arletta's room. If that was the case, then I needed to know where to put the CCTVs and how many of them were required so that the cost would be more efficient. It would be great to get the floor plan of the mansion, so it would make things easier.

Damien Xaverius: "Okay. It is been sent to your e-mail. You can check it."

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Good. I loved doing business with Damien because everything was done professionally, and the products made by The Red Opium were of high quality. Me: "I will check it later."

I did not want to open the e-mail now, as that could be done after I got to the penthouse.

Damien Xaverius: "You are still a workaholic as usual, Monk? Why did you not get a girlfriend, so she can warm your bed?"

I heard Damien's laughter over there. I was not affected by his words because when it came to women, I was not a man who liked to fuck women for the sake of sex. I wanted a loyal beautiful wife, not a hooker. Me: "I do not need a temporary relationship. It is a waste of time and money."

Most of the women who tried to get close to me are only after money, including that damn bitch Louis killed. I would not give anything to those women because I was not an ATM machine. If they wanted money, they must work hard. Nothing was free in this world.

Damien Xaverius: "Have you found that special girl yet?"

Finally, I listened to this trick question. Fortunately, I was used to hanging out with Damien and The Godfather, so I had already guessed that this would happen.

Me: "Nope. I would rather make money than look for a woman."

It was better to give a template answer so Damien did not get suspicious. What I said just now was true. I did not have to explain about the special girl in my heart to anyone.

Damien Xaverius: "Would you like me to introduce you to Isabelle or Miranda? They are beautiful supermodels who are famous. Who knows, one of them might suit you."

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This time, I laughed, finding Damien's words funny. Supermodels? No. They were not my type. Most of those women only targeted rich men so they could get money from them, although not all of them do that.

Me: "No. I do not like supermodels."

I have been asked that question before and always refused with the same excuse.

Damien Xaverius: "So, what type of woman do you like?"

I held back my laughter so Damien would not take offense. Why was it that everyone I knew was always busy looking for a mate for me when I did not need one?

Me: "I will find that girl by myself. Thanks."

I just wanted Arletta. She was the type I liked and no one else. I did not give a fuck with supermodels, artists, or other famous people, because they did not compare to my girl. She was not flirtatious, even refusing my hugs and lunch invitations. I liked that!

Damien Xaverius: "Tsk! You are so stingy with that information, monk!"

I ignored the protest. How was Arletta? Was she home from the hospital yet? What was wrong with my girl? I was so worried!

Me: "Where is The Godfather?"

I deliberately shifted the conversation because I did not want to keep talking about the same thing. It was annoying!

Damien Xaverius: "Ah, you asked the Godfather? He is in the-"

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