–Caia–
It was the best dinner I ever had.
He put a blanket on me as we sat at the table, and he served me a meal.
I was willing to accept it as he ate with me.
Somehow, at that time, I didn’t care if I got drugged by him.
He’s paying me big for this night.
After the meal, I tried to give him a lap dance, but he always pulled me close to his body, his face close to my neck.
I gasped when he left warm kisses.
Somehow, I was drawn to it too.
My body felt hot from those kisses.
My nipples hardened.
I found myself grinding into him.
I need to gather myself.
I can’t give this man my first.
I need money in the auction.
Millions.
I bet there will be millions.
“I just need to get off, Caia.” His deep growls made me grind into him more.
He held my hips.
He held me tightly.
I could feel his arms tighten around me as he exhaled.
Did he just—have his orgasm?
“Tomorrow,” he muttered.
“Make sure not to smile,” he whispered.
My eyes widened.
So, he’s going to participate in bidding?
No…
I can’t have my first with someone that big.
“Will you bid more?”
He chuckled.
“Darling,” he caressed my navel.
“You are mine.”
I don’t remember much of what happened.
But I left the club at twelve midnight.
Dressed up in my old clothes, I headed out and walked my way through the almost empty streets.
I felt someone following me.
I turned around, and there were just two guys walking, holding hands.
I walked briskly, looking around.
I stopped by the pedestrian, looking around to see if there was another speeding motor.
Unfortunately, there was none, so I walked.
I continued walking to the other side, and there was another speeding, beeping furiously.
That bastard didn’t even stop as I stepped back, hitting someone behind me.
The person was holding my arm.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
The man only walked past me and across the pedestrian.
It somewhat felt like déjà vu.
I followed the same path as the man.
It was just a coincidence.
No, he’s not a stalker at all.
He was walking on the same path as mine.
I just walked slowly, and to my surprise, he also entered the same apartment.
I went to the fifth floor and found the door across mine closed, like someone had already occupied that room.
Anyway, I went to bed after drying my hair and putting serum on it.
I lay down as I remembered what happened in that room.
His scent was intoxicating.
Intoxicatingly good.
I hummed when I felt his body against mine.
And I have these very, very stupid thoughts of him, naked behind me.
I stopped myself from thinking about it.
He’s gonna buy me tomorrow.
But what if he didn’t?
What if there’s someone else with the highest bid?
It made me anxious.
I don’t want any man who might violate me to bid on me.
I reached for my sleeping pills, took two, and just focused on sleeping.
I was sleeping and dreaming of that man.
********
–Aamon–
While she was away, I replaced her socket and light bulb with a camera that she would never realize was there.
I watched her from the small bedroom with only a big sofa covering the room.
Monitors all over, watching her sleep.
I probably watched her dress up.
Yes, I’m a pervert.
She looked very seductive as she stretched on her bed, scrolling on her phone after drinking her sleeping pills.
Then, she fell asleep so fast.
I smirked.
I waited for thirty minutes as I finally stood, walked my way to her room, and unlocked it casually.
I entered her room barefoot, making no sound.
She muttered in her sleep.
I squatted down close to her face as I reached for the curls of her hair.
I kissed it.
Then, I watched her mutter and turn her back, hugging a long hotdog pillow.
She’s only wearing underwear since it’s hot in her room.
Fuck, I want to kiss that lower back and the dimple on her back and that fine ass that I have been meaning to shove my face into.
I want to lay there next to her.
But I can’t wake her up at all.
I’ll be doomed.
I poked her, but she didn’t budge.
I finally lay next to her.
Her bed was so small.
She hummed, muttering something, her butt pressed to mine as she scooted closer.
My arms wrapped around her.
My hand on her chest.
“Yes, dream of me, Caia.”
I didn’t stay long.
I might have had a little sleep, but I slowly moved away, left the room, and locked it before anyone could see me.
I headed back to the room just across hers.
I sat on my sofa and watched her sleep more.
I removed my shirt and looked down at my bulge.
Yes, it needs to be released.
Damn it, Caia.
This is your doing.
–Caia–
I woke up, my body feeling stiff, and yes, it’s damn hot.
I stayed in my room and cooked instant noodles.
I need to look thin, so I wasn’t thinking of eating too much.
I only ate a little before I put something nice on.
I put on layer after layer of sunscreen before heading out.
I went to the place where the auction would happen.
It was an exclusive country home.
My manager approached me.
“You are here,” he said as I fixed my cap.
He pulled me and took the backdoor entrance.
I glanced at the luxurious cars.
My eyes widened when there were old men with big bellies in suits coming out.
Somehow, my body shivered.
I arrived at the room.
A small one, like a staff room.
He pointed at the boxes.
“Wear that.
Prepare yourself, look pretty,” he told me.
I nodded as I entered the room.
Somehow, I was sweaty from all the walking.
So, I took a shower again, put my skincare on, and moisturized my whole body.
The air conditioner in the room felt amazing.
I was wearing lingerie from the box.
I did my makeup, light and nothing too fancy.
Then, I reached for the mask, made with lace and rhinestones.
I then looked at the last piece.
A dress made with strings of diamonds.
Fake ones.
Something to wear over the white lingerie.
A knock on the door nearly startled me.
“Caia, ten minutes.”
I exhaled as I felt my stomach twist.
I need this.
Two million for my dad.
I called my mother, who answered.
The background was noisy, like there was music.
“Caia, hello, my dear?”
“Mom, why is it noisy?”
“The neighbor is throwing a party,” she said.
“Do you have it now?”
“I’ll have it by tomorrow.
How’s Dad?”
“He’s sta-stable now.
As long as you have money…”
“I’ll be home soon after I get the money.”
“Dear!” she exclaimed.
“Please don’t exhaust yourself.
We’ll take care of Dad, okay?”
“Hmm,” I nodded, but I had already made up my mind.
I’m going to surprise Dad.
“I’ll send it when I have it.”
“Okay, good.” She exhaled.
“Take care, okay?
Eat well.
Don’t skip meals.”
“Okay, Mom, I love—”
The call disconnected as I creased my brows.
After the call, I put my mask and heels on as I left my bag there.
I headed out as the manager raised a thumb.
“Perfect.” Mr.
Larkson grinned.
I know that his commission is big on this.
Girls selling their virginities.
There were more girls coming out of the rooms, all looking very young.
I just hope that there’s no minors here.
We lined up.
First, the women who were being sold weren’t virgins.
Their bids were around 200k and below.
Sweat broke from my hand as I exhaled softly.
Then, that’s when we entered the stage.
The lights were blinding.
I felt stripped once again.
The first girl was confident and was sold for a million.
The second was also sold for over a million.
Then, there were more.
Millions.
Two million.
Then, it’s me.
They started the bid at 500k, as always.
My bid went higher to three million.
My eyes widened at the big, fat man in an expensive suit, grinning.
I saw him lick his lips.
He hadn’t bid for the past candidates, like he was waiting for my turn.
I shivered a little, and somehow, that made him more desperate.
“Four million.” He slammed his placard.
He thought he won when someone raised a card.
“Five million, from Mr.
Ivankov.”
My eyes looked toward a private room.
Behind it was someone.
Ivankov?
It sounded familiar.
Was it the guy who always rents me to dance for him?
Somehow, I felt a little hope.
“Ten million!” The man looked obsessed as I nearly shuddered.
Then, the auctioneer received a message.
“Mr.
Ivankov bids for 20 million.
20 million Euros?
Anyone?
Mr.
Luca?”
The man looked shocked.
I was shocked too.
20 million?
And it’s not in pesos, but Euros?
This is insane.
Whoever Mr.
Ivankov was, he was scaring me.