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t fa

e auction house. Apparently, where he wanted to bring me, the

it because I wouldn't want to accompany him, whi

on. His grandmother's birthday was fast approach

settled me, so I don't go with him. But this time, I couldn't be

and women, their designer attire and jewelry gleamed under the cryst

dressed, and most beautiful woman i

d, Roland held my hand, introduc

ed and polished. A priceless piece,"

ted to me, checking me

he's one o

y. Good job. You never disappoint," An obese man with messy

man. Glancing around, I suddenly realized the caliber of men in the room.

s. Many had bald heads, tattoos

from reading and watching TV, I could tell this was a mafia gathering. T

king connections and exchanging pleasantries with the other elite gu

by my boyfriend who was now focusi

few times that I wasn't worth his time, not caring if I was there. She made it clear she

companied me. I could even see some disgustin

eeking refuge from the suffocating attention. The auction ha

myself in a mirror. Roland's "gem" was dressed to impress, b

had scrutinized it before signing it. There was n

tner for a night. And the second clause, however, brought me immense relief

gh I couldn't believe that my boyfriend would make me slee

her brothers were also vying for the same contract. So, when the man told him he

th Roland and leaving the country. He has sold me to get a cont

th another woman, almost knocking her off her feet.

k, are you bl

was an accident

, but as she walked past, she rammed her sh

eath me, making me shrill. As I hovered the floor, almost hitting the

re of a mature man in his early forties. His rugged features, chiseled j

r in my chest, surprised by the intensity of his gaze. Hi

voice rumbling with a gentle vibration

. His words were laced with genuine concern, but it was th

vibration that made me want

e. My gaze remained locked on his, spellbound by the intensi

rds tumbled out awkwardly, but he smiled kindl

is is not a place to w

t embarrassed and cleared my throat, solicit

man twice my age, old enough to be my father. Although h

." With that he passed a hand over my

my chest, that even when he walked away, I was st

is pocket, the gesture exuding an air of nonchalant, sophistication, and

ath. Still, I was drawn to him, a fee