Page 36 of My Soul for Sale

"Was everything okay this weekend?" she asks, her voice gentle but probing.

"Yes. Everything was fine," I lie. Although, to her, it's not a lie. I'm sure all she cares about is that I'm back alive and in one piece, and that I fucked my way to half a mil.

"Perfect." She smiles, a glimmer of relief in her eyes. "Alright, we have your banking information. If you just sign here, the money will be in your account instantly." She holds out the tablet to me, and I let my finger slide across the cool screen as I sign my name. Natalie looks at it before pushing a few buttons.

My phone beeps and when I pull it out, the deposit confirmation for $500,000 is lit up on the screen. Relief floods through me, washing away a bit of the anger and hurt.

"Are we all good, then?" Natalie inquires.

"Yeah, it's there," I tell her.

"Then you're free to go. Remember, you can only be auctioned once, so don't try to apply again. And always be mindful of your NDA."

“I will. I do have a question though. Are there any rules on post-auction communication?"

Not sure why I’m asking since the two men I’d want to talk to dropped me off without a word and said the most hateful things ever. But my heart isn’t totally on board with the screaming in my brain to let them go fuck themselves. Part of me still hopes that there could be more.

“What do you mean?” She quirks a brow.

"Well, ironically, I knew my buyer,” I explain. “A blast from the past, you could say. So, I was just curious if I would be breaking any rules if I stayed in contact."

Natalie's eyes light up with amused delight. “Ohhhhh, how fun!” She claps. “No, there are no rules about that. As long as you keep the NDA intact, you are free to do what you want now.”

“Perfect.” I smile.

“Have a good life, Birdie."

“Thanks. You too, Natalie.”

I leave the dressing room and head back up to the street, the cool night air a welcome reprieve after the ride here and being back in the club. There, waiting for me, is Maxwell, leaning against the town car with an easy smile on his face.

"Good evening, Birdie," he greets me. "Or shall I say good morning? I'm here to take you home."

"Good evening, Maxwell," I reply, sliding into the backseat of the car as he holds the door open.

I lean my head against the window and close my eyes, letting the rhythmic motion of the car ride soothe me to sleep.

Chapter Nineteen

Sloane

It’s been almost a week since Atlas and Ripley dropped me off at the club and drove away like I was nothing.

Today, I’m supposed to meet someone from Elevate Estates to get the keys to my house. I decided to use an out-of-state broker, since the real estate agencies around here were acting weird when I told them I had cash in hand. This led me to Elevate and Branson, who didn’t bat an eye at my all-cash offer.

He even got them to accept my offer below the listing price and I used some of the saved money to pay for his plane ticket out here. Not that he asked, but it was the least I could do. I got the house for two hundred even which leaves me with plenty of money to renovate with.

The plan is to do most of it myself, but the kitchen needs a total rehaul, so I’ll hire that out. I should have Branson call Duttin Construction and hire them, since he said they can arrange the renovations for me as well.

Make those two shitheads come to my house and work for me while I fan myself with hundred-dollar bills.

God, they have me so mad!

“Alright, Sloane. Here are the keys to the house and if you run into any issues, don’t hesitate to call. While it was a foreclosure, the bank still has to disclose any issues, so if we run into anything the inspection didn’t catch, you call me immediately.” Branson reaches a hand out.

“Thank you. I’m so glad I found you online.” I blush as I shake his hand.

I saw an ad for his agency while I was watching a quick little porn clip on Behind the Lens website.

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