Sold to my baby daddy and his friends

1CARMENNormally after working lateat the grocery store, I leave with a coffee so I’m awake for the drive back.But tonight I won’t be doing that, because I drop the coffee when I jump out of my skin.I’ll get back to him later. Right now, I’m feeling too distraught about the spilled coffee to register the voice. Iced lattes cost a fortune these days.And it’s this fucker’s fault for creeping up on me.I tear myself away from the coffee before I get too attached. This man owes me six bucks for making me drop the one thing I can’t drive home late at night without.“I get it. Now you’re too scared to show yourself, seeing as you’ve made a cranky woman drop her coffee. You owe me.”“A person who gets angry over losing a few bucks is a person who is broke,” says the voice, with an Irish lilt.“Excuse me?”But I am carrying a weapon—steel-toe boots are deadly if you can kick a person’s face hard enough.“Kindly fuck off and leave me alone.”“You might want to use your manners.” A dark fig

CARMEN“Four hundred dollars?” Sadie holds the cash in her hand like it still belongs to me. “I can’t take this much.”“It’s not a tip. I need you to stay the night.”They’re very dramatic. Eight inches to be exact.There was a time before Otis when I was on the Strip six days a week, shaking my ass and going home with strangers.It’s a good thing I saved these babies for a rainy day.I frown. Is Sadie a mind reader as well as my go-to nanny? “What do you mean?”“Stripping.”I laugh, ready to shake my head and tell her she’s got it all wrong.“Desperate times call for desperate measures.”“But it’s dangerous, Carmen. What if you get hurt?”“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing, and it’s just for one night. Besides, I used to do it all the time.”“Totally, when I was around your age. Twenty-one and free.” I stop myself before I sell a profession I actually have no experience in. “But I don’t recommend it. You’ll end up on the lap of a Chanel-wearing monster who claims to be a man. And th

5CARMENMillionaire and creep?I shouldn’t be surprised. Men who have money tend to spend it on female company.But I don’t know why Carter Trescott needs to be here when he has a face as insane as his. Women were throwing themselves at him the night we met. One even offered him money, I’m pretty sure.So, why is he paying for something he can get for free?Carter composes himself after the slap and leads us away. He brought friends to the auction. Two equally good-looking men who I’d probably let into my panties if the circumstances were different.Their names are Vex and Skipper, and they wear the same ridiculous clothes as Carter.We head away from the auditorium and file into the elevator when it arrives.I scoot as far away from Carter Trescott as possible. I don’t care how divine he smells. He’s still an asshole. An even fucking bigger one than before.I can’t stop myself from asking, “Are we going to continue standing in silence, or are you going to tell me why you’re attendin

VEXDawn filters in through the curtains, waking me from sleep.I sit up in bed with a semi. Clearly, my cock doesn’t want to forget about the events of last night.It’s like I’m fourteen all over again, going to bed having wet dreams.I knew Carter was going to be trouble the moment I met him at initiation. He was a socially accepted millionaire when he joined us, and we prefer to avoid that sort of demographic here at the club.But he gave us his sob story and had money to hand over, so Grizzly gave him a chance to be a prospect.A year later, here we are, minutes away from being in the shitter.The bastard outbidded Conrad fucking O’Neill, and now I have a beautiful woman sleeping soundly in the bed next to me.I force myself out of bed and throw on some clothes. It’s still early in the morning, so the main room is quiet. I bask in the peace and pour myself a cup of filtered coffee.After working in law enforcement for way too many fucking years, you come to realize that people are