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I could tell him what his sister has planned. I open my mouth to add on to my statement, but Daisy strides and words are lost to me. She’s wearing an oversized shirt with a cartoon cat on it and some shorts I can only see the very bottom of because of how the shirt dwarfs them. My cock reacts to her presence, filling instantly, but the woman I’m enamored with doesn’t even look at me.

It’s like a knife to the gut. She twists it when her voice has a cold edge to it, “Just coming in to say goodnight. I’m going to bed.”

She floats out of the room like a fucking angel, again, not sparing me a glance even though my eyes devour her long legs and the sway of her hips. I want to grab her and throw her over my shoulder to take her back to my lair. My body is begging me to give into the temptation.

The only good thing is that if she’s here it means she’s not auctioning herself off. Not right now at least.

I glance at Elio when he approaches me to hand me a glass of whiskey. We start to chat about the business, but my mind is mulling over what the fuck I’m going to do about Daisy.

There’s only one thing to do. I’m going to buy her.

I can’t stand the way she ignored me tonight. I don’t want to go the rest of my life with her ignoring me. The thought of her giving herself to another man makes rage simmer in my veins which can’t be dulled by the Hammond Whiskey I’m drinking.

She’s mine. It’s time that I take her, and the auction gives me the perfect opportunity. Tomorrow I’ll get as much information on the auction as I can and then I’ll make sure I’m the highest bidder.

It’s the only way.

CHAPTER 3

DAISY

I have never been so nervous in my entire fucking life. I know why I’m here and why I made the choice to auction myself off, but right now, part of me wants to run. The other part is ready to strut out onto that stage and roll the dice.

I look down at myself and try not to cringe. The baby doll lingerie I have on is sheer, but it was a requirement. The only good thing is that I got to pick it out myself. It’s not like I’ve been forced at any step, but goosebumps still cover my skin.

When I walked into the back part of the hotel tonight and checked myself in, I was led to a room set up to look like a backstage area at a fashion show with racks of lingerie with the tags still on instead of high fashion frocks. Well, a fashion show if the models were selling themselves instead of the clothes.

I guess they kind of do that as well, to get more jobs, but this is different. This isn’t about a job. This is about sex and all the other women in the room with me are selling their bodies, same as I am.

The thought makes bile rise in my throat, but I swallow it down. I knew I was taking a chance with my plan. It was a way for me to grab hold of my own life, my own body, and do what I want to do with it. It still is.

I’m only offering one night and my virginity.

No big deal.

Sure, fucking no big deal to sell the virginity you’ve been saving for one man which you are now putting out there for any Tom, Dick or Harry to claim as his own.

Yeah, well, Lorenzo doesn’t want me and there’s nothing I can do to change it. I’m not going to keep mooning over a man who doesn’t want me. I can’t do it. I won’t do it.

I’m not going to lie, I feel a little shame about what I’m about to do, but it pales in comparison to the shame I’ve felt while loving a man who doesn’t want me. I couldn’t even look at him the other night when I found him in Elio’s office. It was too much.

It was like the world was taunting me with exactly what I can’t have.

I pull my shoulders back and fiddle with the little daisies on the hem of my lingerie. It’s white and virginal, but it was the daisies which had me choosing it. How could I not? It was like it was made for me and calling out to me.

I’m thankful they’ve walled this section off from the auction stage because while a few girls have gone out to be bid on, we can’t hear what is going on. If we could, it would only ramp up my anxiety over the whole thing. Then I’d be wondering how much I’m going to be sold for and this is not about money.

It never was.

The woman next to me is fidgeting a lot and my heart softens when I look at her to find her glancing at me with wide eyes full of fear. There hasn’t been a lot of chatter while we were all getting dressed and putting on makeup at the vanities, as if this was somehow legit. We know it’s not. We’re still here, the smoke and mirrors seems a little ridiculous.

I make my voice soft, “It’s kind of terrifying, isn’t it?”

She breathes out in a way that sounds like it’s a breath she’s been holding for a while. “Oh my God, I think I’m going to throw up.”

I stand up straight and turn to her, grabbing her shoulders and turning her toward me. Her gaze snaps to mine and holds. It’s a good start, but she’s going to need more.

“You don’t have to do this. It’s all voluntary. If you want to walk away, you can,” I remind her.

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