All Chapters of Auctioned To The Highest Bidder: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ROMAN'S POV:We ate at the Gatwick till an hour before midnight. By then, I was already tired from the flight, the wine and the food. Standing, I knew if I didn't find a way to rest as soon as possible, I would regret it. “Gatwick, we must take our leave. I'll be in New York for a summit till next Wednesday, so I'm guessing you'll be seeing a lot of me.”Gatwick grinned. “Does this mean the restaurant can send food to your hotel tomorrow?”I shook my head in wonder. “That will be too much, Gatwick. We can order room service. You've done enough for us already.” Gatwick was hell bent on doing it. He shook his head in disagreement as he helped me up and walked with me towards the elevator. “No, my friend. This is my treat. Welcome to my city. You're my guest now, okay?”How could I say no? Another hug and I was downstairs, Paul and Nyssa beside me. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and retrieving it, I saw that it was Charlene. Wondering if there was a problem at home, I answered it.

ADRIAN'S POV:I played with the water in the swimming pool with my toes as the sun seemed to intensify its efforts in proving that it was going to get hotter as the day wore on. Grabbing the can of Coca-Cola next to me, I sipped restlessly. The past few days had been the worst of days I had in a while. I couldn't meet with the boys who were supposed to distribute my product and get the streets of Cleveland back to me. Not only was I holed up in the house, I had to watch opportunities pass me by. Time was a useful tool, and Brendan Smith had snatched it from me. He had done as predicted, imposing a curfew that was to begin in the evening. That meant that the streets were on lockdown, and that officers were going to be patrolling to and fro. Anyone caught during that time would have himself to blame. I was cleaning my legs with the towel by the side of the pool when I saw Leonardo coming towards me from afar. “Leonardo. Fancy seeing you here. I thought you said you were going hom

ROMAN'S POV:I ran a hand through my hair tiredly as I listened to Charlene’s voice filter into the room through the phone speaker. She was speaking and I was pretending to listen, but the truth was that I wasn't.My arms still smelt of Nyssa's perfume, and my pajamas weren't any different. I closed my eyes, and for a moment, I was transported back to the time when I had kissed her on the verandah, when it had just been two of us against the world. I shook my head in a bid to get rid of the thoughts as I remembered how she had abandoned me yesterday. How was I going to convince her that I meant more good and no harm? Wasn’t it obvious that she also felt a thing or two for me the same way I felt for her? Then what was hindering her? What made her run away from me at the slightest opportunity?“Roman, are you there?”I opened my eyes, and all the images of Nyssa's beautiful face disappeared. Charlene's voice sounded persistent and impatient, as if she had called me already and I had

ROMAN'S POV: I glanced at Nyssa as the car found space to park in Times square and for a moment, my heart wanted to burst open with pride. God, she was beautiful. At that moment, I wondered if I had been blind when I bought her that I hadn't even noticed her beauty. In a sea of faces and the crowd that filled the square, she stood out, in her silky white dress that seemed to bow to every command she made, following her. Her eyes, those hazel eyes that had haunted my sleep since we arrived in New York shone with a childlike happiness that made me want to hold her tight. I wished I could share her happiness. But my mind, already plagued by the troubles that came with being a mafia lord, would never entertain such happiness for even a short while. “They're so many people, my God.” She held my hand, and I squeezed it. In her happiness, she didn't mind. She walked freely but stayed close to me. “Thank God it isn't winter. The square would've been freezing cold. Good enoug

NYSSA'S POV:“I want to kiss you as badly as you want to kiss me.”Without knowing it, I had given Roman Adams the permission to do to me as he wanted. There were a hundred people and things I would've loved to blame for what was happening to me at that moment. The hotel. The elevator. The events leading to us being trapped in an elevator.I could blame everything and anything. But the truth was staring at me in the face. Even without the circumstances that I was in, I was always going to struggle to say no when it came to the man before me. That was the extent of the power he possessed over me. Maybe, he was right. He owned me. He adjusted my hair, his eyes never leaving my face for one moment. When he kissed me, I was practically begging him to do so, my legs trembling with want and need, my stomach struggling to keep the food I had eaten a few minutes ago in. His lips tasted nothing of the food we had eaten at the rooftop. It was the taste of sweat, raw and a hard desire that