Page 23 of Reverse Perspective

We are all walked out onto the stage and I spot the guys as well as our entire friend group. Their faces light up when they see me. Angela is directly beside me, but they haven’t taken their eyes off me for long enough to see her. All three of them have this look in their eyes that tells me that I am about to learn a whole bunch about my best friends.

I am one of ten women. There are four men here as well. Bids are averaging around five thousand dollars or so. An older lady bid fifty thousand on one of the men. Otherwise, the bids seem pretty reasonable. The guys haven’t taken their eyes off of me but they all realize who else is here when her name is called out.

“Next we have Ms. Angela White,” the man says. “We’ll start the bid at one hundred.”

“Here,” I hear a familiar voice say. I scan the faces to see who it is. When I see him, I know right away it was him. Alex. The man taking the bids goes back and forth with Alex and an old man for a while before Alex gives up.

“Going once… Going twice… Gone for sixty-five thousand,” the man says. Angela smirks at me, but I can see how disappointed she is that Lance never took his eyes off mine. “Last for the evening, we have Ms. Sadie Graves. We’ll start off at one hundred.”

“Here,” Lance says without hesitation

“One fifty,” Alex says.

“One thousand,” Mason chimes in. The man looks to Lance and he nods once.

“We are bidding together,” Lance says simply.

“Five thousand,” Jake says and I laugh when Lance glares at him.

“Hell, six thousand,” Todd adds.

“Ten,” Dean barks.

“Twenty-five,” Alex says with a smirk.

“Fifty,” Lance says.

“Do you know these people?” the man murmurs to me.

“Yeah,” I say quietly. “The guys bidding together are my partners and everyone else at their table are our friends. The other guy is a dick.” The guys are going back and forth with Alex while our friends are just pushing the price up.

“One hundred thousand,” Alex says. He is on his feet now, but the guys are relaxed in their chairs. They say nothing. They just stare at me with cute little smirks painted on their faces.

“Going once…”

Silence. I trust them.

“Going twice…”

Silence. I trust them.

“Gon…”

“Five hundred thousand,” Lance says coolly, and my mouth falls open in surprise. I hardly hear the man beside me restart the countdown.

“Gone…” The man says. Lance stands and approaches the edge of the stage. I can’t help but grin at my boys. They are all gathered at the edge of the stage, but it’s Lance who wraps his arms around my hips and picks me up. His lips crash against mine before my feet touch the ground. His hands cup my face before he pulls away to look at me.

Right now, no one else in this room exists. It’s just me and my men finally taking that step that we’ve all been dying to take. We’ve skated the line of our friendship that borders something more intimate for years. This is our opportunity to make all of those unspoken dreams and fantasies come true.

“No one gets to own you but us, Little Demon,” Lance says as he kisses me again. “You belong to us. Every fucking inch of your sweet little unfucked body is ours, Sadie Graves.” He whispersthe words against my lips. I don't know the words to tell him how much I need them, so I just wrap my arms around him in a hug.

“Sit with Todd and Stacy. Don’t hit Angela, please,” Lance says.

“Where are you going?” I ask as we move toward the table.

“To pay for you, of course,” he winks. “And I’m booking a room.”

“For?” I ask.

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