Page 79 of Havoc
They continued with small talk until the auction started. When it did, they were put in order, and Remy noticed they were in age order. Well, at least the five of them were. He could assume the other ten were also. He didn’t pay much attention to the first ten, the five holding a quiet conversation to avoid disturbing the festivities.
When it finally got to their group, Nik walked onto the stage as the short bio questionnaire they had to fill out was read.
“Let’s start the bidding at ten thousand dollars,” the auctioneer stated.
“Ten thousand,” a voice responded.
“Ten, do I hear fifteen?”
“Fifteen thousand,” a different voice replied.
“Fifteen, do I hear twenty?”
“Twenty thousand,” Alijah stated.
“Thirty thousand,” Erin countered.
“Thirty, do I hear forty?” the auctioneer asked.
“Forty thousand,” Chayse answered.
“Fifty thousand,” Lawrence threw in, and Remy chuckled.
“Sixty thousand,” Erin challenged. “He’d have more fun with me.”
“Seventy thousand,” Chayse countered. “But he’s coming home with me.”
“Eighty thousand,” Alijah spoke. “Are you sure about that?”
“Don’t fight; there’s enough of me to go around,” Nik stated, causing the crowd to laugh.
“One hundred thousand,” Lawrence bid. “If you let me have Nik, you can have Remy.”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” Chayse responded, and Remy looked around from where he waited to see her thinking about it. “Deal.”
“Wait,” Erin said. “What if I want Remy?”
The auctioneer cleared their throat, cutting off any answer that may have come. “One hundred thousand going once, twice, sold.”
“Mm…looks like I’m getting a new experience,” Nik joked before leaving the stage. “If he isn’t the same afterward, I apologize in advance,” he joked, placing his hand on Remy’s shoulder with a smirk.
He chuckled. “I’ll be sure to tell you the same thing if Chayse wins me.”
Remy walked onto the stage as they read his bio, only mildly paying attention. The crowd was mainly female, with a few men sprinkled in.
“Let’s start the bidding at—”
“Twenty thousand,” Erin stated, cutting the auctioneer off.
“Okay. Twenty, do I hear thirty?”
“Thirty thousand,” Alijah replied.
“Fifty thousand,” Chayse countered.
“Fifty, do I hear sixty?” the auctioneer asked.
“Sixty,” Erin responded.
