What have I gotten myself into? Amber wondered as she stared at her reflection. In the full-length mirror that hung from the crimson white walls of the dressing room stood a stranger.
Is that me? She gaped, peering into the mirror and raised her right hand, waving it slightly. The redhead in the mirror waved back. She could not believe her eyes. Standing in front of her was a beautiful, elegant and sexy looking woman. She blinked, feeling a little like Cinderella.
Except Cinderella had never been auctioned off dressed like this, she thought wryly before her reflection tugged at her attention once more. Her eyelashes had been curled up to bring focus to her emerald eyes and while her face had largely been kept to a bare minimum, it was clean and glowy with only a faint red tint to her lips.
Her neck looked extra slender, and it was all due to the silken black kimono with gold butterflies that parted suggestively at her shoulders, hanging loosely around her and threatening to slide off her slender frame. Her only saving grace was the silken black knot which she tied twice around her waistline.
Amber’s normally wavy red hair was styled in a loose coiffure. A few of her locks had escaped, they tumbled past her shoulders and touched the tops of her breasts swelling above her kimono’s low neckline. The attire was cut down one-sided to show off her long limbs and she had to make a conscious effort to walk in baby steps so as not to expose herself. She was prohibited from wearing anything underneath. She gulped.
“Honey, what on earth are you doing?” it was Lola, leaning against the curtain railing of the dressing cubicle with her arms crossed. She did not look pleased.
Amber shook her head. “I’m not sure either,” she confessed, biting her lips.
She thought of her brother Anson, who had pleaded tearfully with her to let it go. “It’s okay, the cops will find the truth,” he had cried. It was a lie and they both knew it. The police might not be able to trace his handprints for now but it was only a matter of time before they did. She had to get the evidence before then. She hugged Anson tightly before leaving for the club earlier and told him a big fat lie, “Fabian Williams mentioned he was looking for a maid to clean his house the night before. I’m going to apply for the job.” Either she was an extremely good liar, or her brother was not as smart as she thought he was. He bought her lie at face value.
Lola stepped into the cubicle, stopping right behind Amber and placing her hands on the redhead’s pale slender shoulders.
“This isn’t a game. You are auctioning your body off to a man,” Lola scoffed in disbelief. She shook Amber’s shoulder a little, as if trying to wake her up, “Do you even know what you’re doing?”
A lump formed in Amber’s throat and she looked down at her bare feet. She was told not to wear any footwear into the auction room either. She could feel tears flooding her eyes, blurring her vision and had to blink back her tears. But it was no use, a drop of tear slid down her cheeks, and then another.
Lola was no fool, she could sense that something was wrong. She spun Amber around and lifted her chin, “Girl, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for Fabian Williams?”
Huh? Amber wiped her tears away. Is that what she thinks it is?
And she started to laugh a little. If only Lola knew.
“I’m a fool aren’t I?” she asked, smiling and crying at the same time. Lola nodded, still thinking that Amber had fallen head over heels in love with Fabian Williams. They were both talking to each other and yet, they were both referring to very different things.
“You’re in for a heartbreak. Fabian Williams has never had a serious relationship with any woman before…like ever! I heard that the longest he’s been with one..she was a celebrity I think was two months top and that was it. And she never even stepped foot into his house! They would only meet outside or at her place for dates!”
Amber’s heart stopped. The lights from the bulbs surrounding the mirror suddenly felt too bright, and the room began to suffocate her, “Wait..what do you mean she never stepped foot into his house?”
Lola’s eyes softened at Amber’s surprised look. She tsked, “Girl, that guy is a hottie. No doubt. He’s handsome, he’s charismatic and he’s loaded. But he’s like a fortress! Just ask Bree here. She’s been auctioned by him before.”
He has? Just how many women has he had before? Amber suddenly felt very intimidated. In came Bree, an exotic and beautiful brunette with a slight Russian accent.
She gave Amber a sympathetic smile, “He’ll only break your heart, Amber Banks. Don’t put too much hope in that man. They’re all here at La Fire just for one thing. If it’s love you’re looking for then you’ve come to the wrong place.”
She was just about to turn to leave when Amber called her back, grabbing the brunette's hand like it was her lifeline, “Wait! Have you been to his house before? Lola just told me none of the women he’s been with has ever been there.”
Bree gave a shrug and shook her head. “He’s very good in bed though,” she gave a wicked smile and smacked Amber’s butt.
But I need to go there. I need to get to the safe! This will all be for nothing if I don’t get to go to his place!
The plan was simple. Liam Smith had pulled her aside right after she arrived at La Fire and gave her the instructions, “Join the auction and make sure William wins the bid for you. Find your way to his room and get me the fucking blueprint.” She was glad Anson had not been with her when Liam told her this. He had then pressed a little vial of clear liquid into her hands when he spoke to her earlier, “Get his passcode and then get to his safe. Spike his drink if you have to.”
But how would she get to his safe if he didn’t even bring women home? She would have to think of something. But before she could even react, Madam Cecil came barging in, pushing Lola and Bree to the side.
“Where’s my girl? Ahhh…there you are and aren’t you a beauty!” she lifted Amber’s arm like a prizefighter. Deep down in her heart, Amber felt nothing like a winner, in fact, she felt like a lamb going for slaughter. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes again and had to will herself to control her emotions, forbidding herself to crumble into despair.
Fabian Williams was furious. And rightly so. What the hell is she doing?! He had started the day with a blast - his company had successfully acquired the Silverware, a company from New York specializing in virtual reality systems. He even declined the offer to celebrate the victory with Elon Musk just so he could come to the La Fire Club to see her! Elon Musk! He had turned down the great Elon Musk just to find out that Amber Banks was auctioning herself off! Damn it! Has she gone mad?! Fabian stood in a darkened lounge lit with low lights on the first floor of the La Fire Club. The lounge was big as it was spacious, with plush armchairs sprawled around and scantily clad women serving drinks in sheer lacy kimonos. A few men were here, some of whom Fabian knew and some he did not bother to get to know. These men were here for one thing and one thing only. Sex. Fabian himself had been here before, he had even ‘purchased’ a few
Her fate was sealed. A man had offered six million for her body. Had it been a dream, she probably would have woken up laughing. Except that this was real. This was a living nightmare. Amber looked up from the maroon carpeted floor where she stood, shielding her emerald eyes from the glare of the spotlight with her hand only to see an enormous blackened mirror greeting her from the first floor. She quickly looked over at Cecil, biting her lips in anxiety. She could feel her heart beating furiously and it felt like it would burst from her chest at any given moment now. Please let it be Fabian Williams…she willed, ignoring the deafening cheers and applause that came from the all-around sound system. The room’s speaker system was connected to the lounge above and while she could not see any of the bidders, she could hear their every cheer and jeer. She did not like their voices, they all sounded like hyenas creeping in on their prey. Madam Cecil
Fabian Williams stood stoically in front of the door of the waiting room as Cecil chatted non stop. He was not listening to her, she could have been talking about the end times for all he knew, all he cared was taking Amber Banks away from the club. He had to make sure that she was safe.But will she be safe from me? he had to wonder. Two months was not a long time, neither was it a short one. He contemplated whether to put her up in a hotel room or to have her stay at his place.Or you could just send her home, his inner angel with a little halo on its head suggested, flapping its feathery wings. No one would know and you’d be doing her a favour.What?! And let that SIX MILLION go to waste? his little devil complete with horns a tail screamed, shaking its pitchfork in the air. She signed the bloody contract! She belongs to you now! Bring her home and shake her up in bed! Set her world on fire and *poof*, Fabian me
Anson leaned back against the wall where he was sitting, allowing the sheer curtains to flap at his dark auburn hair. Out the window, the moon shone bright like a big ball of night light. This was his favourite spot growing up, he would sit here to read and finish his homework while Amber helped out at the bakery downstairs. It was his go-to place whenever he felt scared and alone.But tonight, this spot provided him with no comfort and the soft touch of the curtains which he used to love gave him no solace. Tonight, he felt only fear, disappointment and anger. Fear of imprisonment, disappointment for not being able to prove his own innocence and anger for not being able to stop Liam Smith from blackmailing his sister.He tucked his face between his knees, hugging himself. He couldn’t just let his sister risk her life trying to steal some blueprint. What if she got caught? What if both of them ended up in prison? He had to do something!Anson did not tell
Fabian almost laughed.Just what is she trying to do? The redhead had the silliest smile on her face, it was amusingly goofy. She looked like she was trying to pull off a constipated Kardashian look.Still, with his outstretched arm, he pulled Amber out of the car seat and at that moment, he looked down at her feet and saw her torn sneakers - one of her toes sticking out. He’d witness women wearing torn jeans, they were a fashion statement, but torn sneakers? That was a first.She must really be strapped for cash, he thought, making a mental note to get her a new set of footwear in the morning.“Come,” he threw the backpack back at her and she caught it with her hands as though it was a football. He motioned for her to follow him to his front door and as she did, he pressed the button on his car remote – the front lawn parted to reveal an underground hangar.Amber jumped slightly in surprise and bumped into his back at the sight of the
She stared into his espresso brown eyes, holding onto his burning gaze for a second before her attention turned towards his mouth. They were very sensual, and for the first time in Amber Banks’ twenty-one years of life, a little seed of desire bloomed within her.Get a grip, Amber Banks! You’re here for the blueprint!Amber hastily pulled her hand away and took a few steps back, forcing an awkward laugh, “Uh…yeah...I do.” Her only attire in the backpack was the kimono and she sure as heck wouldn’t want him to see her in that. No, that would not be a wise thing to wear. She decided to sleep in her t-shirt and jeans.Fabian did not buy her lie this time and a little smile played on his lips. Funny how she never noticed it but he had dimples. She’d always love dimples.Stop it! Think straight!“Wait here,” he demanded, not that she had anywhere else to go, and walked off to the o
Fabian opened his eyes to the sound of his phone ringing, yet again. He didn’t even have to look at the caller ID to know who it was. Doesn’t she ever give up? he cursed under his breath, pulling the comforter over his head The phone kept ringing until Fabian surrendered to the incessant blaring of his ring tone. Maybe he should just bar her calls from now on. “What is it?” he growled into his phone. The reply was curt and formal, with a cold undertone, “There were guests at our residence last night to celebrate your father’s birthday. I told them you were under the weather. I’d appreciate it if you went along with the story.” Unwell my foot, I was at the club. He ended the call without answering her. It was the second morning after his father’s birthday. The reporters who attended theparty would have a field day if they knew just where he was last night. He could see it now, the headlines screaming ‘INS
Amber waved goodbye to Fabian as he pulled out of the lawn like how a mother would to her child. And once his dark grey ride was out of sight, Amber did a fist pump and squealed. Yes! Showtime! She ran back into the house, slamming the timber door and rushed at breakneck speed to clean up the kitchen. She systematically stored the leftovers in the fridge before starting to wash up, scrubbing the pots and trays squeaky clean only to have V call out when she was done. “Ms Banks?” Wiping away the sweat from her forehead, she turned around and answered Fabian’s little glowing assistant, “Yes V?” “Were you washing the dishes?” The question came out innocently enough and Amber smiled triumphantly, looking at the sparkling clean sink. She had only spent the last hour returning the kitchen to its spotlessly clean state. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I was,” she proceeded to wipe the droplets of remaining water next to the sink,