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Fifty thousand.

Eighty thousand.

One hundred thousand.

My knees buckled, and Alfie held me up against him with a tight arm against my waist. Who in their right mind would pay a hundred thousand pounds to hunt me down and fuck me?

Yet, still, Logan hadn’t joined in.

The numbers kept climbing until there was only one bidder left. The man from my first night who wanted to make Logan mad.

‘Not him,’ I whispered.

‘A little selfishly, I’m going to bid myself,’ Alfie said, his dick hard against my ass. ‘One hundred and fifty from me.’

Sweat gathered at the back of my neck as he and the other man went head to head until eventually, at the giddy height of two hundred and fifty thousand, Alfie backed out.

‘Sorry kid,’ he said into my ear, ‘but my accountant will kill me.’

Tears pricked my eyes as I watched Logan look down at his shoes.

‘Going once at two-fifty to Mr. Edwards.’

My pulse thundered in my neck.

‘Going twice.’

I couldn’t breathe. I’d done it all for Logan, and he still didn’t want me.

‘S--‘

Alfie was cut off by a loud voice from the other side of the room.

‘One million.’

Gasps sounded as I opened my eyes, blinking through the tears as Logan walked forward. ‘One million pounds.’

Alfie whistled low next to my ear.

‘Edwards? Any raise?’

The man shook his head, scowling at Logan. The room spun as adrenaline washed through me.

‘Sold to Mr. McGowan, for one million pounds.’

Alfie swept his arms under my thighs as I swayed. Walking down the stairs as a series of loud cheers rocked the room.

He sat me down on a couch, shooing away the occupants as Logan came to stand in front of me.

‘You won,’ I said.

‘I did.’

‘What now?’

‘I’m sending you to bed. You’ll need your sleep.’

‘Why?’

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