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The preposition.

Author: Penrose_love
last update Last Updated: 2024-07-06 18:51:55

CAMILA

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I stood nervously across the table. I couldn’t tell the next move from him and the silence was eating me up. My eyes occasionally looked between the man on the chair and my boyfriend, Nick, who was standing nervously close to the table.

I subconsciously dragged the hem of my dress down to somehow cover the fully exposed part of my lower body but as I did, the thin material covering my boobs dragged down with it.

Nick cleared his voice a few seconds after, dragging every word with anxiety. “So, you asked for her. I apologize for the stupidity she caused some minutes back. So, here she is King, a full package.” His hands flew around as they pointed at me.

I gulped. My attention focused on the man sitting gracefully on the chair opposite me. His gaze was stiff on the piece of paper he was scribbling on. Seeing how quiet the room was, Nick spoke again. This time, with a little bit of laughter to brighten up the atmosphere. “Come on King, I have girls downstairs with legs wide open waiting for me!” He gave a stupid laugh at the end of the sentence.

The Adam sitting suddenly stood up. His hands moved to straighten the end of his suit as he walked majestically across the room to where I was standing. Every one of his movements screamed money, authority, and power. He suddenly stopped and stood before me, I didn’t dare raise my eyes to meet his. A mixture of strong manly cologne and mist filled my nostrils and I tried not to scrunch my nose at the strong beautiful smell coming from him. The confidence I had while riding him suddenly disappeared from me.

His hand shot up and I flinched, thinking he was going to hit me. But instead, they came around my neck and tilted my head to the side. His long fingers trailed every inch of my neck as he suddenly spoke.

“Who did this to you?”

His voice came out perfectly strong, unlike the time he spoke to me at the strip hall. At first, I didn’t understand what he was pointing at. But when his fingers trailed at a sore part of my neck, I gulped and shut my eyes, I wasn’t ready to tell Nick out just like that.

I heard Nick’s nervous laugh as he spoke. “Oh, forget about that Mr. King. It was a little punishment for the stupidity she pulled the other time—“

“Did you do this to her?” He spoke again. This time, a mix of impatience and anger was evident in his voice.

I was shivering at this, my eyes were still shut and I was trying hard to not voice a whisper. His hand on my neck was still trailing around and I could still perceive the strong smell of mist on him. Nick didn’t give a response to his question.

“Mr. Grey, do you do this to all your girls?” When Nick didn’t answer, he returned the question to me. “Did he hurt you?”

I opened my eyes to meet his grey ones. “I- I, no. No, he didn’t hurt me.” I whispered as my gaze focused on his. I literally lost all confidence around this man.

“What is your name?”

“C-Camila,” I found my voice again. The tension in the room was slowly reducing and I could feel my heart beating well again. His hand on my neck was soothing.

“Camila,” My name seductively rolled on his tongue. “Camila, who is this man to you?” He asked, gesturing to Nick.

“He’s my boss,” I said and every word felt like glass in my throat.

“And?” He raised a brow.

“My boyfriend,” I gulped.

“Fascinating.” He smirked and dropped his hand from my neck as he made his way to the big desk. “Camila, do you know that this man just sold you to me?”

Sold?

“S-sold? W-what do you mean sold?” My voice croaked.

He signaled one of the guards who came to me and handed me a piece of paper. My eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I read the content of the paper. My name and a picture of me were attached to the paper with two signatures. Nick’s and obviously his.

I managed to move sideways and fixed my gaze on Nick who was standing nervously. “Nick?”

Nick didn’t say a word. Instead, he focused on the man. “King, I didn’t fucking sell her to you. It was a one-night contract.” He gritted.

“And what’s the difference between that? She'll be mine after all." King asked, with his gaze still on me.

Nick gasped and moved further towards me. "King, we had a deal-"

"And the deal starts now Nick. Now, can you please leave?" King interrupted and when Nick opened his mouth to protest, he turned to the men. “Show this gentleman the way out, please."

The men inside dragged Nick who wouldn't stop yelling out of the room, leaving just King and I inside. King moved back to the desk and sat on the chair. focusing on the documents once again while I stood, having absolutely no idea what I should do at that moment.

My brain was still trying to register the fact that my boyfriend and boss just sold me off to some random dude. I needed to ask questions and be aware of what was going on, and that was what I did.

"Why am I here?" I asked. my voice barely a whisper.

The titan before me didn't bother sparing me a glance as he kept scribbling on the documents. Moments later, he spoke. "Quite impressive what you did back at the club, might I say?"

"Huh?" I voiced.

He stopped what he was doing and finally settled his gaze on me. "Camila Frost, am I right?" His right brow squeaked and his gaze remained on me.

I gulped, shifting my weight to my right leg. "I'd like to be referred to as Camila, Camila Rose." Frost was my father's name and I hated to be called that. It wasn't worth answering my dad's name after everything he did to us.

"Hmm, I see." He nodded. "Well, Miss Frost," He stood and walked to me. "I'd like to make a preposition. " He grinned, standing a few breaths away from me.

"W-what do you m-mean?" I stuttered, trying to fix my gaze on his despite the blue light in the room.

The Adam before me studied me for a while, then he moved back to the office chair, pulled out a file from under the table, and slammed it in my direction.

I strained my gaze towards the paper but couldn't get words out of it. "What's that?"

"You see, Miss Frost... your humble boyfriend sold you to me for the night. How shameless of him." He broke out and moved his head around in pity.

"No!" I glared at him. The high shoes on me were already too uncomfortable for me and the whole situation was irritating. "Nick would never do that!"

"Technically, no, he'd never. Financially, hell yes." He said and gave a laugh that I found annoying. "You were given off for One Million dollars baby, for the night."

Well, that was a lot of money. I didn't even know I cost that much.

"But, the thing is... I wanted to have you just for the night. but after your little foreplay on stage, that thing on your neck. and how smooth your body ran through mine at the bar, I want to have more of that. I have a proposition to make, Camila. And I'm ready to pay you more than one million if you'll accept." He finished, resting on the table and crossing his hands together.

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