Page 18 of Sins and Secrets

Paolo laughs and raises his paddle. “I’m willing to do just about whatever it takes to get that beauty into my bed.”

I see red as I stand up and raise my paddle. “Two million.”

It is more money than anyone else has spent that night, but it is worth it to keep Billie away from Paolo. It is also more than Paolo can afford to spend. His mafia is still new. He can’t treat two million dollars as if it is nothing more than five hundred dollars.

However, my family is old money. They have been running things in Atlanta for decades. Two million dollars is nothing to me.

Especially when it means keeping her safe.

Billie looks around the crowd, her eyes wide. I’m careful to keep my face in the shadows, making sure that she can’t see me as the auctioneer asks for more bids.

“Well, if nobody is willing to top that, then the beautiful Emilia is sold to paddle number eighty-one. Sir, please go through the red door on the left side of the room to begin contract negotiations.”

I hurry away from the table and across the room before Paolo has a chance to see my face. I don’t know how long the contract signing is going to take, but I need it to be quick. I follow a few other men and women through the red door to a room where a dozen desks are spread throughout, people sitting behind each one.

“Eighty-one?” a man says, standing up from behind one of the desks and waving his hand. “This way please.”

As I make my way over to the desk, I wonder what the hell I have just done. Before I arrived at the club, Davide briefed me on the auction.

Two months where I’m contractually bound to another person. A person who is agreeing to do whatever I want, whenever I want.

Somehow, I have a hard time imagining Billie being willing to spend the rest of her life in lingerie.

That is your best friend’s daughter. Get your shit together. She is untouchable.

“Is this your first time at the auction?” the man asks as he pulls out a small stack of paperwork. “I’m Geoff and I’ll be guiding you through the contract negotiation.”

“It’s my first time, though I have heard that the women who are sold are obligated to follow a contract.”

“They are. I will meet with you on your requirements for the contract, and then I will meet with the woman you purchased to go over them. She will deny anything that is a hard limit for her, but beyond that, yes. She will be obligated to do whatever is in the contract. You will be required to pay a fifty percent deposit before she is allowed to leave the club with you.”

“That’s fine,” I say, pulling out my phone for the first time that evening. I send a message to Davide, organizing the transfer of funds from me to Club 666. “Done.”

Geoff hands me the contract. I flip through it, carefully reading each line. I wouldn’t put it past Paolo to sneak clauses to benefit him in there. I fill out the page with what I expect Billie to do.

I keep my requirements neutral. Cooking for me once a week to give my chef a break, cleaning my home, working for my casino if asked. Living in my home for the duration of the contract Most of the tasks align with what I would ask of a maid or personal assistant.

Though I want her, I’m not going to sign a contract that forces her to fuck me.

If she ever does — and that is nothing more than a fantasy — then I want it to be on her terms.

The rest of the contract is straightforward, outlining what I can and can’t do as well as what constitutes a breach of contract. I sign the last page as my chest constricts.

This is really happening. I bought Billie for two million dollars.

Two months of her by my side, tempting me every single day.

I’m about to hand the contract back to Geoff after signing it when I flip back to the requirements form.

Sex will only be had if she begs for it.

I don’t know what depraved part of my brain compels me to write it into the contract. Perhaps it’s the thought of her begging me to fuck her that excites me the most.

Billie has never been the kind of woman to beg. The thought of her getting on her knees and begging me to fuck her has my cock straining against my pants.

“Would you please tell her to meet me outside?” I ask as I stand up and fix my suit jacket. “I have a call I need to take in a few moments and my reception is not good down here.”

Geoff nods. “As soon as we are done, I will send her your way with two copies of the contract.”

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