“Jayme! Shut. Up. Anonymous, remember. You are going to get us kicked out.” I look around and don’t notice anyone staring at us; they are all captivated by her. All except the man at the table next to us. The devil mask. He smirks at me as we make eye contact, and then he resumes watching her on stage. “I know it’s her. I saw her bio and figured it out before she came out.” I glance around us and see the guy glaring at us again.
“Fuck, I think that is Theo,” I tell Jayme. He is not subtle at all. Jayme glares right back at the fucker like he is taunting him. I pull Jayme closer so I can whisper in his ear before the bidding starts. “Jayme, we need to win her. I don’t care how much it is; I’ll pay you back. Something isn’t right; I can feel it.He was smirking at me after he heard you say her name. I think he knows who we are.”
“Shit, dude. How the fuck did you know it was her?”
“Not the time, Jayme!”
“Sorry. OK, let’s win your woman!”
"Not my woman! She made that obvious last night. I just can’t handle the thought of her being won by some fuckwad. Also, why the fuck is he auctioning her off when he was so pissed she might have been with me? There is no way she would willingly join one of these."
"No clue, man. Might be what he gets off on."
I glance back at the stage. The bidding is starting.
"$40k," some old badger shouts from the front row.
"40 do I hear 50?” The bid caller shouts.
"50 thousand." A tall man with jet-black hair shouts in front of us.
"75 thousand," I shout.
"75, do I hear 100"
Theo silently raises his paddle. What the fuck. Is this just a mind game for him to fuck with her? I glance up to see her lock eyes with him in the crowd like she is fucking challenging him. She wraps the leash around her wrists, grabbing it with her teeth and pulling it tight. She binds her wrists together and leaves them on her lap, returning her eyes to the ground. She is putting on a show.
"100 in the back, thank you, Sir. Do I hear 110?"
"150 thousand dollars." The tall guy with Jet black hair at the table in front of us says. He glances back at me. Those eyes. Why the hell does he look familiar? He lifts his glass and nods at me as if he knows me.
"175." I throw the paddle up.
"Thank you, Sir, 175, do I hear 180?" The bid caller asks.
"200," Theo stands, challenging me.
"225." I meet his challenge, standing to stare him right in his eyes.
"230" other jet-black haired guy shouts. Also, now standing. Dude, sit the fuck down. You are not in this.
Cassie stands now, shocked at how fast the bids are increasing. It is an all-out war between us. And I am going to win; I have to. She looks at Theo and scowls, showing off her bratty, disobedient side.
"250," I shout. She looks over at me; shit, does she know it’s me?
"280," says Theo.
"300. Thousand. Dollars." The dark-haired guy is starting to piss me off.
"350 thousand," Jayme shouts. Fuck, dude. Thank God he understands the severity of this situation.
"375." Theo grins his smug face at me.
"450. Thousand. Dollars." Jayme shouts. Slamming his fist on the table.
Theo and the other dude stand there staring at me and Jayme.
"450 thousand dollars. Going once. Twice. Sold to the gentleman at table 54. Wow, that is a club record. Thank you for the wonderful bid war, gentleman." The bid caller says.
