Chapter 11

 “Uh… Alrighty then! Tell us a bit about yourself. She said and the light centerd in on me.

 “My names Allegra Sky, a proud Grey...” 

“That's right baibey!” Somebody from the crowd shouted breaking the silence.

“Thanks Alice.” I chuckled I immediately knew it was her.

There was some murmur and short laughs.

“ Where I’m born is.., none of your F*cking business. What I like to do is none of your F*cking business. What’s interesting about me is none of your damn F*cking business. And my ideal date would be cutting of my dates dick, and shoving it so far up his ass that it comes out of his mouth.” I said with a huge fake smile.

 It was dead silent. I could have sworn I heard someone spit out their drink in shock. I had to bite my tongue to hold me back from laughing. 

I looked at a ghost white shocked and speechless Andrea and turned to make my way out of that stage.

“$5,000!” “10,000!” “$11,000!” “$13,000!” 

You’ve got to be F*cking kidding me. Sick F*cks. 

“$25,000.” A thick Russian accent called out. My heart stopped. This can’t be F*cking happening right now. 

“Wow! $25,000 from Mr. Vladimir Moskov! Going once… going twice.” 

Jesus Christ, just kill me now. 

“$50,000.” A cool voice called out. Relief and anxiety washed through me.

 I was relieved that someone out bid Moskov, and anxious that I couldn’t make out who it was. 

I turned back to and started fishing for the the face though it was impossible with all the lights.

“$60,000.” Moskov called out. 

“$100,000.” The cool voice spoke out angrily.

 Great. I’m caught in the middle of two men’s ego contest. 

“$150,000.” Moskov called out again. 

“$200,000.” The cool voice yelled. 

“$300,000.” Moskov hissed. I can tell he was starting to become angry.

 “$500 F*cking thousand.” The cool voice growled. 

Gasps were heard throughout the ball room, along with whispers amongst the guests. 

“My word! $500,000! A new auction record! Going once… going twice…” Andrea paused, holding up her hand in anticipation. …and sold!” Andrea announced energetically.

 Thank god it wasn’t Moskov. I swallowed my mouth was suddenly dry.

 “Since that was our highest bid in the auction, please make your way to the dance floor for the first dance with Ms. Grey! Thank you Ace De Luca for your generous donation!” 

The lights dim, and my attention falls on a smirking Ace De Luca. He was leaning against the back wall with his eyes fixed on me. He was wearing an all black fitted three piece suit. His hair perfectly done. His muscular arms were crossed, and his leg was propped up on the wall behind him. His lips started to slowly form into a smirk as he looked me up and down. He shoots me a wink, and motions with his fingers for me to come to him. You’ve got to be F*cking kidding me. I became faint and nauseated.

As I started to make my way down from the stage, I was locked onto Aces’ grey eyes. His glare was deadly, but there was something within his eyes that I couldn’t pin point. The space slowly started to close between us as the music started to play. The band chose Sway by Michael Buble, one of my favorites. 

As we inched closer to each other, Ace dipped his head so his lips grazed my ear. 

“Try not to step on my feet darling.” he whispered as he turned around to take his spot on the floor. I smirked. 

He has no idea, all those years of ballroom dance are finally going to pay off. Might as well toy with him a bit. Before he could take another step, I curled my arm around his waist, teasingly slow. I move my hand from his side to the top of his defined abs. Damn this man is fit. He tenses, and takes a deep breath.

 “Two can play this game, Miss Grey.” he says as his hand goes over my wrist, and glides to my hand as we sway to the music. My hand travels up to his back, feeling his dense muscles underneath his suit. I step to the side and our eyes meet again.

 “Half a million just for a dance and a date? Getting desperate now, Mr. De Luca?” I smirk. 

I gracefully place  my hand on his and twirls me so I am now in front. His nose trails up my jaw, making me shiver. 

Earning a smirk from Ace now, he grips my waist with his left and my hips with his right hand. We then start leaning to the side, his hands moving slowly feeling my curves. 

“Don’t let it go to your head.” He growled.

 I twirl and he catches my waist in one hand, while the other achingly trails down my back. I grab the back of his neck, while my hand rests on his arm. 

“Why did you do this?” I ask in a serious tone. 

We lose our bodies to the music and start gliding across the floor. Displaying intricate moves and spins. We take another step and stop. His arm grazes underneath my Bre*asts and moves to the side, caressing under my arm until he reaches my wrist. 

“I couldn’t let Mr. Moskov get you.” He whispers seductively in my ear.

 “Oh? And why is that?” I say while my nose trails up his neck to his jawline. Slowly realising my breath on him.

He tenses, and I smirk. I love having control. We continue dancing around the ballroom, our faces inches apart from one another. His minty breath and cologne invading all of my senses. 

“I can’t let him take away the kill I’ve been craving for 8 years, now can I?” he said as a devious smile stretched across his face.