Page 6 of The Billionaire

I stood there for what felt like eternity and felt a sudden chill.

“This way, miss.” A female’s voice ushered my way and I heard a door open before me and shut behind.

“Here. You may sit if you like.” Her soft icy cold hands led me to a cushioned chair. My hands naturally explored the chair. I felt the ribbed medal below the satin fabric and was unaware that I was gripping the chair for dear life out of fear. Soft bristles from what appeared to be a make-up brush, brushed my cheeks causing me to startle in fright.

“Sorry about that.” She dabbed lightly at me.

I felt her touch my pouty lips and wondered what she was placing on them. I imaged for some reason a dark red color.

“Ready?”

I’m not sure for what? Maybe I would find out soon enough.

I heard a door open to my right and she led me slowly holding my hand until she stopped a few steps after. I heard her heels take a few steps away until I was left with the awareness that I was alone.

“Tonight’s duchess. Bidding begins.” I jumped at the loud voice amplified in a microphone.

Bidding?

I heard murmurs from men and could smell thick cigar smoke.

“Fifty thousand.”

“One hundred thousand.”

“Two hundred thousand.”

Left and right, numbers were said over each other until I heard the words, “Sold.”

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