All Chapters of Auctioned To The Highest Bidder: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHARLENE'S POV:Throughout the night, I could barely sleep. I tossed from one end of the bed to another, my head aching, my insides crying out for comfort and the desperate need for physical touch. Not just any random physical touch, the physical touch of Roman Adams. And now, even after the sun peeked through the blinds, I found myself struggling to even leave the bed. The zeal to stand up and hit the gym, run and keep my body in shape seemed to be nonexistent. And it was just because of one man. What would I do to make Roman Adams see me the same way I saw him? What could I do to make him understand that I loved him way too much, that I would practically do anything for him to also love me in the same manner?As if he knew he was being thought of, he opened the door, entering the room and raising an eyebrow when he saw I was still in bed. “Good morning Charlene.”The manner in which he had spoken to me yesterday when I tried to comfort him only made his greeting infuriate me fu

ROMAN'S POV:When Nyssa took off the shawl, I was greeted by the sight of her beautiful neck. And at that moment, I was transported to the moment near the pool, where for the first time I had kissed her, where for the first time, I had gotten to feel the softness of her skin, where I had given her the hickey on her neck. Looking at it, I forgot about all the problems that plagued me and the entire Adams family. “Did…did… I do that?”She lowered her eyes to the floor instead of replying, then nodded.I looked away, knowing that it took every amount of self control to not walk up to her and start kissing her all over again. “Look, I've been meaning to apologize. I shouldn't have kissed you…”I glanced at the door to ensure it was closed before continuing. “I shouldn't have kissed you…”“I should be the one apologising, boss. I had no business being by the pool at that time. I'm sorry.”Glancing at her lips as she spoke, I knew without being told that my apology was as good as usele

NYSSA'S POV:“What is this on your neck, Nyssa?”Time, if it even existed at that moment, seemed to stop moving. I stared at Charlene, wondering how she had known. She had entered my room, and as if she had been on a mission, she had gone straight to my neck, not to anything else, or any other place.How had she known that there was a hickey on my neck?I said the first thing that came to my mind, my hands trembling slightly as I struggled with speech. “It's a hickey, Miss Charlene.”She eyed me coldly before replying. “Who gave you the hickey?”Mentioning Roman's name wasn't only going to implicate me, I could only imagine the uproar when she decided to confront him. When I didn't reply immediately, I saw her facial expression begin to transform slowly. From pure wonderment, it was one of anger and determination.The look of a woman who was going to find out what she wanted to find out no matter what it took. “I will only ask you once, Nyssa. Who is responsible for this…this thi

ROMAN'S POV:As I stared at the food that Mia and another servant brought to the dining table, I made the decision not to go to the delivery company. The food, which on a normal day would've looked tasty before I even tasted it looked way different. It was all Brendan Smith's doing. Not only did I have to put my distribution and sales on hold, making any mistake would land me in a cell. At least, being in my home was safer. No matter what he discovered, he wouldn't dare enter the Adams estate to make an arrest. I glanced at Nyssa, who looked as if the incident of the previous day had taken a complete hold of her. She ate as silently as possible, sipping the coffee on the table before her as if it would speak out if she sipped it noisily. “How are you, Nyssa?”She nodded without looking, as if she had expected the question. “Fine, thank you, boss.”I turned to Charlene, twirling my fork at her. From the stare she sent my way, it was obvious she was still annoyed that I hadn't pu

ROMAN'S POV:“This is where we'll be buying your dresses.”The Webster store signboard shone bright and clear amongst other signboards in the area. I turned to Nyssa, who looked at the signboard, then back at me. In her eyes, I could see the disbelief, the shock that she was going to be shopping at The Webster. “But this must be too expensive, boss.”I smiled at her. “Too expensive even for me? You are my personal assistant on this trip, Nyssa. And that means wherever I go, you go. You're not going to be moving with me in rags, are you?”She shook her head. “Good. If you're going to be on my arm, then you deserve to dress like a queen. Come on now, get out of the car.”At the door of The Webster, a man with a huge smile stood to give us directions. “Good evening sir. Welcome to The Webster. What would you love?”“I'd like some shirts and a few jackets. She'll be buying strictly dresses.” I glanced at Nyssa, who was too taken in with the store to even notice that I was slightly re