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“Belinda,” I warn.

She sighs, “Right. It’s not my business who you fuck.”

I nod as I agree, “Correct. Let's not keep having the same conversation. I’ve grown rather bored with it.”

Clenching her fists at her sides, she grits, “I’ll let you get back to it, then. I’d hate to bore you.”

I sigh as she leaves the room. This is why I don’t have relationships with women because they are so fucking difficult. I’ve never had any pussy that has been good enough to deal with the emotional shit.

Glancing at the time on my watch, I realize that it’s time to get things started. This auction always brings in significant money. The club keeps ten percent and the girls keep the other ninety. It adds up and we always clean up nicely. The opening bid is ten-thousand dollars for each girl. The fact is, it’s incredibly rare for a night when these women go for ten thousand dollars. It has happened, but it’s normally much higher than that. So we do well. What we do isn’t exactly legal, however between myself and the Bonetti’s, we have many officials in our pocket so they don’t bother messing with a private club. It probably helps that both the mayor and chief of police are long-standing clients.

I make my way to the stage and climb the three steps. “Good evening.”

Glancing over at the women that have signed up for the auction, I take them in one by one until my eyes settle on a pretty little brunette quietly talking to the girl beside her.Fuck. It’s her.

The same woman from the casino that has been on my mind since I first laid eyes on her. My dick gets hard as I look at her dressed like she did it for me. Like she knew she’d see me here tonight. Her outfit bears a strong resemblance to Molly’s, but it has a completely different effect on me. It takes everything in me to not storm over to her and take her right here in front of everyone in my club. I could. Nobody would bat an eye, but I don’t want any of these filthy men to see her orgasm. She’s going to do that tonight, but only for me. She came here to auction off her virginity.

I don’t think so, baby. You’re mine and only mine tonight.

Motioning to Belinda, she walks over to me and I whisper in her ear,“Kierra is out. She will not be appearing in the auction. Have her wait in my office, alone.”

She raises an eyebrow, but I give her a stern glare, letting her know this is most definitely not the time to argue with me. I have thought about this woman non-stop since I saw her and nothing will stand in my way. This girl came into my club in fucking delicious lingerie, ready to be fucked and she will be. By me. There is no way in hell I’d let anyone else have her.

Kierra is mine.

CHAPTER 7

KIERRA

Isit in my seat beside the stage, talking a little to the girl next to me, and imagining I’m anywhere else as I’m bombarded with emotions I didn’t expect to feel.

You’re not pretty enough. Who in the hell is going to pay over ten thousand dollars for a night with you?

Our internal voices are our own worst critics and right now mine is working overtime. I’m surrounded by beautiful women. The one beside me who seems friendly enough, Amira, I think she said her name was, looks like she could be on the cover of a magazine. I think I’m attractive, but in a girl next door kind of way, not the model type.

The woman that seems to be in charge of this entire thing walks over to me with annoyance, “Come with me. You’ve been removed from the auction.”

Removed from the auction? What did I do? Then it dawns on me. Someone realized I’m not pretty enough.

I glance quickly at Amira, who looks concerned for me, a complete stranger, and I follow the unfriendly woman. She takes me into an office and says, “Sit here. The boss wants to speak with you.”

She glares at me with fire in her eyes. “Yeah, I don’t get it either. A fucking inexperienced virgin. And that stupid fucking accent.”

I have no idea what I did to offend her so much that even the way I talk pisses her off.

The lady turns to the door with a huff and walks out, slamming it on its hinges and leaving me even more confused than I was to begin with. What was she talking about? I glance around the large room, gray walls, a large dark wood desk, a matching chair, a glass of an amber liquid that got left behind. There’s a black filing cabinet on the other side and large darkened windows behind whoever’s desk this is. I shiver slightly in the chair that matches the other one. It’s not cold in here even though I’m close to naked, but I’m scared. I don’t know why I was removed from the auction and what happens next. The longer I sit here, the faster my anxiety rises. Taking a deep breath doesn’t help.

I should just leave. If I’m not here for the paycheck, there’s no reason for me to stay. Yet, I want to talk to this boss too and find out why I was removed. Is it as I suspect and the way I look? Or did I offend someone? Maybe it’s because that woman seems to hate me‌. The only thing I know for sure is I’m absolutely screwed. This was the only way for me to make the fast cash I need to get away.

This is pathetic. I’m not sticking around for someone to tell me I’m too ugly to sleep with an old guy for money.

I rise from my chair and open the door, ignoring everybody in the club, and go to the locker room to grab my clothing. Grabbing my dress, I came in; I slip it over my head and grab my purse. Turning around, prepared to storm out, and I crash into a large muscular wall.

Glancing up, I am struck by the same ice-blue eyes I looked into at the casino. Sin, he said, his name was and I attempt toask him to move, but my tongue is tied. His dark hair perfectly groomed, a muscular frame, full lips and a light dusting of facial hair are all attractive, but it’s the way he stares at me that stops me in my tracks.

“Going somewhere, beautiful?”

I swallow past the lump in my throat. “Yes, I’m leaving.”

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