Since sex wasn’t on the table, he had decided to use the bar of the strip club. I could sense a hint of desperation and disappointment radiating off of him.
I looked away and forced myself to sit through an hour of boring conversation about stocks, fishing, golfing, and how expensive his clothes were.
“Let’s go dance,” he offered, standing up and watching my tits.
I swallowed and brought my hair in front. “I-I’m sorry I’m not feeling well and?—”
“Nonsense.” He grabbed my arm. “I bought you for tonight, little girl, so you will do whatever I tell you to.”
My eyes widened and heart rate increased. He dragged me to the dancing stage reserved for guests and twirled me around, his grip tightening on my arm.
“Stop,” I said to him, but maybe the music was too loud. “You’re hurting me.”
“Quit being a whiny bitch,” he snarled, his fingers digging into my hips and pulling me to his hips.
My skin was burning, and I hated how he was ordering me around. I slammed the heel of my high pointed heels on the tip of his shoe. He shrieked and let go of me, hopping around to check his feet. I scrambled away and asked the nearby guard for help.
* * *
My head was throbbingwhen I finally made it to Sean’s apartment building. It was a crazy night, and I wished I had never agreed to the auction night again.
The man was kicked out and banned from the strip club, and the manager compensated me well for the trouble, but I kept feeling icky and…dirty.
Eyes stinging, I went up the elevator to his penthouse. The security guard had remembered me and allowed me in.
My hands shook as I pulled the coat over my body, wanting more warmth. Only a few seconds and I would be in his arms.
Sean had bought me for three million and never made me feel like I was a cheap slut like that man had.I hope he understands and won’t get mad at me.
Shaking my head, I walked over to his door and pressed the doorbell.
I forced a smile on my face and pinched my cheeks lightly to get some blush. The door clicked and opened.
I parted my lips to surprise him, but I froze seeing a woman frowning at me. It was the same stunning woman from the cafe. Her black hair was shiny and curled in perfect waves reaching her waist, her lips painted in red, smudged over to the corner of her lips.
“Who are you?” She asked, tilting her head and eyeing my clothes. Her voice was soft and elegant.
I swallowed and looked over her shoulder where Sean had appeared. He was wearing a formal shirt, top two buttons unbuttoned with a red smudged stain on his shoulder.
My stomach dropped.
“Chelsea?” He leaned closer to the door frame, eyes wide. “What are you doing here?”
PARTIII
“Don’t worry, Princess. I promised to take care of you and as a good Daddy, it’s my responsibility to take care of naughty brats who want to be fucked like a slut.”
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POUTY PRINCESS
CHELSEA
Icouldn’t decipher if Sean was unhappy to see me or surprised. But his incredulous tone unnerved me more than the shit-show I had just been through.
“I…” I looked between the two and said, “I—nothing. It was a mistake.”
Turning around, I walked towards the elevator and skipped to the steps. It would be too awkward to wait for the elevator to come up, and I wanted to get out of there.Fast.
