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“No, I’m sorry. You can’t bid on me. I’m just filling in for someone. It was a mistake.”
“Two million dollars,” someone else called and raised their paddle as well.
“Please, no. I’m flattered, sir, wherever you are, but I’m just—”
“Ten million dollars,” the oil baron said, rubbing his lip as he stared at her. Their property.
And so it began.
“I’m going to take my belt to her ass for every million dollars we spend on her,” Zac said.
She couldn’t see who had bid on her since the audience sat in dim lighting, but she did see their paddles go up. And fuck, finally, at twenty million dollars, they owned her virginity and would have given up all their money if it meant no other man in the world would touch her.
They were exponentially screwed.
“Well, well, well, Kellers,” Martin Davenport said, sitting in the dungeon office, smiling from ear to ear. He got twenty million dollars from them for Allison. She would probably get around 15% of it. Still enough to make her well off. Also, Martin was a prick; she wasn’t one of his girls, but he said if she appeared on his stage, she was working for him. He was much too gleeful to take their money.
“Oh, god. I never thought I would be so happy to see you three,” Allison said as soon as she was ushered into Martin’s office for the exchange. Her stunning eyes had widened at the sight of them being there but were quickly replaced with relief that they were there. She had no idea they’d been in the audience; their gazes fucking fixed on her, and every breath she took hardened their cocks even more.
“I was talking to Bree Davenport––”
“Did you follow us?” Zac asked darkly, cutting her off.
“Follow you? Excuse me. I’m not obsessed with you like every other female is apparently. I actually met a really nice man who doesn’t look at me like I’m weird and have two heads and a neon blue tail, or whatever so take that. And we’re going to have dinner… if he calls and—”
“Who?” Gage asked, dangerously soft.
“Luke Armstrong, although that’s none of your business,” she said raising her chin.
Did she know that Luke’s well-being now rested on her shoulders?
“As I was saying, I was talking to Bree Davenport, but her mother called her away, and she said I should go up and see their library in the meantime, and she would meet me there. She said I wouldn’t miss it, but I don’t know. Maybe big and impressive means different things to different people, so I entered this room that had some books in it, thought this was it, and reached for the copy of War and Peace to see what edition it was, but my heel caught on the rug and then got stuck in the wood, and I couldn’t move. There was this clicking sound, so I reached up to return War and Peace, and then suddenly, the whole thing turned into one of those revolving doors.
“And I found myself on this side, and there was a tall woman and a big man, and they said I would just have to stand on the stage, and no one would bid on me, and then they’d show me a way out, but, oh my god, someone offered twenty million dollars for me, and I’m sure they’re blind, and it’s a mistake, and I’d really like to apologize to them.”
She finally took a breath. “It’s such a mess. How did you know I was here?”
“Ms. Harding. Can I call you Allison?” Martin rose from his seat and offered her his hand. “Martin Davenport. Bree is my sister, and I run this whole shebang down here. Now, when you came to the landing, which way did you turn?”
“Left.”
“Ah. If you’d turned right, you would have come across our library, which is very impressive. Perhaps I can take you on a tour someday.”
Martin immediately lifted his hands in surrender when all three of them growled at him.
“I must say, Allison, this house has been in our possession for generations upon generations, and no one knew there was another entrance into these dungeons.”
Yeah, Reid thought so. It sounded about right. She got lost and discovered a new passage altogether. What was it about her that made her so fucking appealing to them?
Everything.
“Anyway. I take it you already know Zac, Gage, and Reid? They’re the ones who just paid me twenty million dollars for you.”
“What? No. Oh no,” her eyes widened. “You have to give them their money back. You should totally refund them.”
“I’m sorry, Allison; refunds aren’t our policy here. But congratulations. Your virginity now belongs to Zac Archer, Gage Miller, and Reid Flemming.”
Chapter Nine
