Despite my best efforts to keep myself from feeling anything for this man, the moment he touches me, I feel something deep within me stir.
"It's time to go," he says, dropping his hand. I instantly feel the loss of his touch, but I try not to think too much about it.
"Where are we going?" I ask, wanting to know where this night might lead to. I mean, I know he bought me for sex, but not every winner wants that. In the past, some just wanted company.
I can feel my body weep, though, at the idea of not having sex with this delicious man.
He looks over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes, as if he's not sure why I opened my mouth and asked him a question.At thisvery moment, it's you and me both, buddy. "To fulfill your obligation," he replies, before turning around, and continuing to walk out the door, leaving it wide open.
Did he just say what I think he did?
I look around the room wondering if someone might confirm my thoughts, but no one else is in here. For a moment I contemplate what I am supposed to do, usually the winners of the auctions have explicit instructions, especially when it comes to exiting the building.
No matter what their intentions are, they want to let everyone know that they could purchase any woman they wanted. They want to show off their power.
But this man didn’t tell me anything. He just left. Like he doesn’t feel the need to show off his strength. I mean anyone who encounters him would feel it, I know I did the moment I saw him—danger just oozesoff of him.
After a few seconds, I decide to follow him, and this time, I’m going to hold my head high, letting everyone see that I’m not just some meek woman. I make my way through the hall, quickly as possible, to catch up with the mysterious man.
I'm moving so fast through the hallway, I crash into a hard muscular wall. My hands go out to steady myself, and I grip hot and sexy’s shirt.
His hands go out, catching me. "Be careful there, angel."
Once I'm finally settled and not in fear of falling, I mutter, "I'm ready.”
"Good. Let's go," he says, releasing me and we continue to move through the rest of the building.
It takes only a few more minutes before we're standing outside at the back of the club, in front of a sleek, black Audi.
Man, does he love black.
"Get in," he says, moving around me.
He opens up the driver’s door to get into the car, but before he can get in, I yell, "Wait."
The handsome man looks over at me looking like he might want to shake me, but instead, he arches his brow. Chewing on my lip, I somehow gain a little bit of strength from somewhere within and take a chance asking, "Can you tell me your name?”
"Kieran," he grumbles before sitting down in the car and closing his door. I stay put, watching him while he waits to see what my next move will be.
After a few seconds, Kieran rolls his window down, giving me an intense look. "If you don't get in this car right now, the first thing you will get is my hand on your ass."
His words make my legs move quicker than ever before, and as I make my way around the car, I’m not sure if it’s out of excitement or fear from his threat. Opening up the passenger door, I slideright on in. The moment my butt hits the seat, Kieran takes off.
The silence in the car is heavy as I watch him weave through traffic. Needing something to distract myself, I open the small purse I brought with me, grabbing my favorite gum. Popping it in my mouth.
This man has barely said anything to me the whole time. He's either going to demand a ton from me or nothing. A small part of me hopes it's the former. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly, hoping to keep myself calm.
My main focus is to get through this, so I can get my money and move on. My mother makes me do this, but what she doesn't know is I take a small portion, and hide it. So one day, I can free myself from this life. It might seem glamourous with fancy dresses, fast cars, and sexy men, but it's nothing but strings, leaving an empty feeling within, because none of it is real. It’s all transactional. To receive any kind of gift,affection, you have to lose part of yourself. It’s all sad and empty. Sometimes I wonder if defying my mother and losing all of her money would be a better life. The fear of not having anything keeps me here. At least I have my sister… most of the time.
Kieran pulls up to a very tall building, I look up at it through the windshield. The building looks as threatening as the man before me. When he parks, he gives me a small smirk. "Ready?"
I swallow down any fear I have running through my head, before nodding. We get out of the car and Kieran waits for me next to the elevator, a private one.
Chewing on the cinnamon gum in my mouth, hoping to disguise my nerves when the doors to the elevator opens, and I mindlessly walk onto it. I feel when Kieran steps on, standing so close to me. He hits the penthouse button and the bile in my stomach comes up, but I'm able to swallow itdown. I can hear the elevator, in the background, making its way up.
Suddenly, Kieran’s large hand wraps around the back of my neck, as if he owns me and guides my lips to his. My whole body goes lax, and every bit of anxiety leaves me the moment his touch mine, allowing him to sneak his tongue in. Just as quickly as he invades my mouth, he’s pulling back.
Trying to wrap my head around what the hell just happened, I look up at him. He gives me a smirk, chewing on something. I search my mouth for the piece of gum I had earlier and come up empty—he’s chewing on my gum.
