Bidding for love

llion dollars ," he said flatly, his voice with no hint of emotion. His eyes never left mine,

erratically, my chest constricting. The feeling is overwhelming and foreign. And it took ju

ighter around my waist and I can feel his nails piercing through my dress.

louder and more noticeable. He's shooting daggers at the guy, l

ese men and why are they dragging me

ion and attitude very sour. He clenches h

is asswipe a piece of my mind and maybe kick him just where Mother Nature splits him. In one swift

o for support. I would've lost my balance had he

and talking to a 5-year-old. His arm slithers down my back, caressing me softly and

s response. But he doesn't say a word, he stares at Mr

r tonight!" Mr Maguire announces, now the happiest person in th

's his

. Right in front of us, he writes Mr Maguire a million dollar check. I see the greedy man's

more money than I have ever worked for my whole

Stones' rival threaten

place, ignoring his opponent's existence. I follow quietly, examining his amazing facial features. Even w

ow," he tells me the mi

and clear my throat. "I wasn

back door for him. "Get in the car," he orders,

ch. There are things I need to take care of ton

t get in," he says again,

where we're going, Mr Stones," I tell him sternly. If he thinks he can do whatever he pl

ing to repe

scowling at him. He glares at me with an unreadable e

s like a minute before he speaks. "Listen he

evade my mouth befor

worth half the money yet I..." He pauses,

to say to him when he signals at his bodyguard who instant

tones joins me in the backseat. "Let me go!

e back of my nose, the scent was addicting, and a subtle h

let me go and swing at him. He blocks it and I swing at him again. He merely evades this time, a scratch appears on the side

. "Did that make

I furrow

me make you

I couldn't afford to show it. I can't be afraid of him,

n see

e go o

el

rn him, tightening my fist

uckles sinisterly. "If it m

ing me!

pushes me to lie in the backseat. He hov

ice, he says, "Kn