Chapter Eight
HUDSON
I HAD SAT HERE for the first three lots and none of them had ticked any boxes for me. There was no spark for me as I watched them on the stage.
The first lot had been a young lady who was selling her virginity to the highest bidder. That was something I wasn’t looking for. I needed a woman with experience, one who could handle my dominance in the bedroom, not someone I had to teach.
The next two, although they were beautiful women, there just wasn’t anything about them that said I should buy them.
I couldn’t tell what it was, but something in my gut told me there was better to come. Although I was starting to think even with only three lots down that I was wasting my time here. I watched as lot three left the stage and waited for the emcee to announce the next one.
“Next is lot four, Angel. Her statistics are 36-24-36.”
My head immediately flew up to the stage when I heard the name Angel. It had to be someone else. There was no way that Vincent would allow his Angel to attend one of these auctions.
I looked up, my heart pounding in my chest in the hope that fate had given me a second chance to right a mistake I had made all those years ago. I watched as a heavenly figure walked onto the stage. Her curvaceous hourglass figure dressed in black lingerie and killer black heels walked toward us as though she owned the stage. And to me, she did. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I glanced down at my tablet and saw her beautiful face come onto the screen. Her gorgeous auburn hair may now be blonde, but it was most definitely her. My Angel, the woman I had let slip through my fingers and lost to Vincent Forbes-Stuart.
“Angel is a trained sub who will partake in breath, edge, impact, and role play, although she will not take it as far as blood or knife play, electroplay or watersports. She is also willing to explore bondage with the right Dom. Under the right circumstances, she will also play with a woman, but not with a Domme.”
Angel gracefully and seductively walked the stage as I watched her while the emcee was talking. She was like poetry in motion. I knew right then that I had to have her, no matter the cost.
Angel had to be the woman that Mikhail wanted. It would make perfect sense, as I had seen them together with Vincent before I moved to New York. I knew I had to be careful and not make it obvious that I was desperate to have her. Although no one could see the other buyers, being too eager would drive the price up quickly. It just depended on how much the other person wanted her.
“Okay, who will start the bidding at five hundred thousand dollars?”
I wasn’t going to be the first one to start the bidding. I would let it go on for a little while and gauge the interest. The interest was definitely there, as before I knew it, the bids were already up to seven hundred thousand dollars.
“I have five-fifty, six hundred, six-fifty, and seven hundred.”
I decided now was the time to put in a bid of seven-fifty, but almost immediately, the figure on the screen changed from green to red as I was outbid and it went up to eight hundred. I decided to wait again to see what happened. I could feel myself start to sweat and internally shake as my nerves started to kick in. I couldn’t let her slip through my fingers again.
“Nine hundred. One million dollars. Thank you. Do we have any progression on one million? One-point-five million.”
I guessed that, as the bids had slowed, most of the other bidders had stopped. Even though everyone here was extremely wealthy, they would all have limits and one-point-five million was a lot to spend on just one weekend for someone you just liked the look of. However, Mikhail and I were a different matter. I suspected that we were now bidding against each other. I made my next bid of two million dollars. My number showed green on my screen; I was the winning bidder.
I looked up at the timer, and there was still a minute to go. I wondered if Mikhail would wait until the last minute before he made his next bid. I was surprised when it jumped again to two-point-five million dollars. I had been outbid yet again.
I needed to time this right or I would lose again. I sat there watching the timer count down on my tablet. There were still thirty seconds to go. I quickly took one final glance at Angel as she stood at the back of the stage. My heart was beating in my chest as I held my finger over the button to bid.
“I have two point five million going once, twice…and a late bidder of three million dollars wins the auction!”
I had closed my eyes as I pressed the button. Whoever got that final bid in had won the auction. I was too scared to look and find out my fate. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked down at the tablet. It took me a few moments to comprehend what I was seeing. My bidder number was showing green.
I checked the number and color again. It was my number, in green. I was the winning bidder.
I continued to stare at the screen as my heart continued to beat hard in my chest. I was being given the second chance that I wanted. I just needed to make sure that I kept hold of her this time. I placed the tablet back down on the table. I wasn’t going to bid on anyone else, no matter how interesting they may have seemed to me. I had the woman that I wanted, the one who had haunted my dreams all these years. Why would I want anyone else?
I was desperate to let Nico know that I had found her, but with the auction still continuing, I knew I wouldn’t be able to use my phone. What the hell was I going to do for the rest of my time here?
I knew I needed to calm my own nerves before I finally walked in to see Angel again and finally get my time with her like I had wanted for the past few years. I picked up my drink and took a sip. The heat of the bourbon hitting the back of my throat and going down into my chest sent a soothing feeling throughout my body. It was only as I moved my glass away that I noticed how much I was shaking. My breathing was also heavy and my heart was still beating hard in my chest.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, hoping that it would calm the nerves I was feeling. I couldn’t believe that one woman could make me feel like this. I was the joint CEO of one of the biggest companies in both Detroit and New York. I had faced some of the scariest opponents in the business world with Trent to make our business what it was today. I was afraid of almost nothing, except the gorgeous woman who had now left the stage.
I knew I had a while to wait before I could leave my seat, with another twelve lots to be auctioned, but it at least gave me a while to pull myself together before meeting Angel. As I sat there, I wondered exactly how she would be feeling right now. Would she be as nervous and worried as I was, waiting to see who had bought her for the weekend? Could it be that she knew Mikhail would be here and was expecting it to be him? How would she react when it was me who walked through the door?
So many thoughts were running through my head right now, and none of them were helping to calm the anxiousness that I was feeling. By the time this auction was finished, I would be an absolute nervous wreck if I didn’t get my thoughts sorted. I decided that to stop myself from worrying, I would run through all the plans I wanted to make for the weekend. I knew it was only two days, but there was so much I wanted to pack into that weekend, and it wasn’t just about the sex. I wanted to treat this woman like the queen she was. Wanted her to see how she should be worshipped all her life, especially if she hadn’t been so far. I was finally happy in the knowledge that it wouldn’t be long before I had the woman of my dreams in my arms.