Page 49 of Revelation (Love Isn't What It Seems 3)

“Six million,” he continued. Was he always such a jackass?

“Ten million.” A sound of shocked gasps were all around me but all I cared about was that Layla Cambridge ended up tied to my bed. Not Daniel’s, not anyone else’s. She was mine.

Daniel chuckled.Fucking ass!

“Go get your woman, Maxim.”

“You are a jerk.” I drank down my scotch before I stood up.

“I know, but just so you know, she was going to be my present to you. Why do you think I secured her the invitation?” I raised my eyebrow in question.

Jerk.

I strode over to behind the stage where Layla still stood with her mask on. Her breathing was slightly hitched.

“You okay?” I questioned her.

“Yes. That was,” she paused searching for a word, “kind of exhilarating.”

I chuckled. It wasn’t what I expected her to say. “What? Don’t want men paying ten million for you?”

She chewed on her bottom lip, driving me crazy with want.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” she spoke in a hushed tone, but then as if she admitted something shameful, she straightened her shoulders and raised her chin up. “If I don’t like it, I’m not doing this shit.”

There she was. I was starting to worry my little spitfire was gone.

I chuckled. “You’ll like it.”

Her lips parted slightly, her cheeks flushed, and I had to use all of my self-control not to pounce on her.

“Sir, if you would sign this, please,” she handed me a paper. While I was signing my copy, she handed the other copy to Layla, “and if you would sign this one, please. That way it ensures you both have your privacy. It is up to you two whether you reveal yourselves to each other after you leave this building, but while here, keep in mind that masks stay on. Even during your private time.”

“Understood,” I acknowledged her.

“Masks on is perfect,” she agreed.

“Wonderful. The transfer of funds into your account will be made after the contract is honored. Here are your keys.” She handed me a set. “Congratulations to you two. This has been the highest bid we’ve ever had.”

She was worth every cent of it.

“Oh.” It was rare that Layla had nothing to retort back. At this moment, I had to admit. I kind of enjoyed it.

I took Layla’s hand into mine and we headed for the room. We walked through the hallways in silence while the next bid went on stage. Layla’s hand felt small in my big one, but oh so damn right.

“Are we doing it tonight?”

This side of Layla, unsure and nervous, was a novelty to me. She has always been quick to snap, to bite. It remained to be seen which side of her I would like better.

We were right next to the door to our room by now. I let go of her hand and leaned against the wall. Pushing my hands into my pockets, I observed her. I had to keep my hands in my pockets; otherwise, I risked pulling her into me and starting to ravish her.

“What do you want to do tonight?”

She was fidgeting with her hands. I watched her swallow and my cock twitched in my pants, imagining her swallowing my cum.

“I didn’t think that far past the auction itself.” She didn’t strike me as an impulsive person, except with her mouth.

“Why did you go onto that stage?”

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