Auctioned To The Highest Bidder のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

ROMAN'S POV:“Adrian Giovanni. I should have known that you will always come to places where you are not invited.”I gazed at Adrian who stood a few feet away from me, and I felt nothing but a gut wrenching dislike for him. This was the same man who had sent about two men over the last few months to keep tabs on me. Right from time, Adrian Giovanni was not to be trusted. He was my direct rival, a man who wanted what I had for himself. Before I strengthened the Adams family and made it what it was today, the Giovanni family used to run the streets. I had come, taken over, and in the process, I had made enemies. One of those enemies was the man standing before me with a grin. Adrian Giovanni. Staring at him reminded me of all the times that some of our guards had clashed. So far, we weren't in an open war yet, but I knew that as it was with Mafia families, it was only a matter of time. “Not invited?” He laughed, a throaty sound that made my hands clench and unclench in irritation.

NYSSA'S POV:A few minutes after Adrian Giovanni spoke to me, I was still struggling to get my bearings. I stared at the business card which contained his number on the sink, my heart slamming in my chest repeatedly. I would've ignored it. I wanted to ignore it so badly. But he had spoken about my father. He had touched topics in my life that I wanted to avoid, topics that were staring at me in the face. Adrian Giovanni was right. Roman Adams had destroyed my life. I was a promising young medical student, one that was at the top of her class. And with him buying me, all of that was thrown to the wind. My sick father whom I had been taking care of needed me, he hadn't seen his daughter in weeks. Roman Adams, even if he hadn't meant it, had changed my life in more ways than one. And even if he knew it, he didn't seem to care. Biting my bottom lip, I grabbed the card and slipped it into my purse. Instead of ignoring it, I would think about it, just like he had said. I left the

ROMAN'S POV:I smiled at Nyssa, at the panic in her eyes and features. “And why can't we share the bed, Nyssa? Is there something you're afraid of?”Like her, I was also panicking. The sexual attraction between us was undeniable. And sleeping on the same bed was definitely not a good idea. But at the same time, I wanted to do it. I wanted to stretch my limits, not just because I was her boss and could do it,but because I was trying to prove to myself that I could ignore whatever was going on between us even though we were on the same bed. I loved a challenge. Her chin set, she glanced at me in anger. “I'm not afraid of anything. I just think we need to create boundaries.”“We didn't create boundaries when the elevator stopped working a few days ago, Nyssa.”The look on her face when she came to the realization of what I was talking about made me wish I had not said the words. But it was already too late. She blushed fiercely, then spoke defensively. “Well, that's settled. We'r

NYSSA'S POV:Throughout the summit, I was uncomfortable. It showed in my every movement, in the way I tried to pretend I was listening but I wasn't. I adjusted uneasily on the chair I was sitting for the umpteenth time, and I noticed that Roman was even starting to look at me in a manner that suggested he had noticed how uncomfortable I was. “Are you alright?”I stared at my heels and then back at him. How was I going to tell him that his direct rival, a man he had sworn he hated so much, had given me his card?How was I going to tell him that Adrian Giovanni knew my father and had touched a part of me that I thought I had kept hidden?“Yes, I am.” I replied, knowing that no matter what, I couldn't bring myself to tell him. From not telling him that Adrian had accosted me in the toilet, I had already betrayed him. And now, I was supposed to meet Adrian in the toilet again in a few hours. My heart clattered in my chest as I thought of the many possibilities that could happen in a f

ROMAN'S POV:Dinner was sponsored by the Cleveland group of entrepreneurs in a huge hall. Nyssa sat next to me, fiddling with her phone. Since I had spoken to her in the toilet, she hadn't replied to anything I had asked her. Unplanned as it might be, it had never been my plan to hurt her. When it came to Nyssa Dimitri, I never knew how to act. She was either too much for me, or I didn't have enough of her. And in the end, I always ended up destroying whatever good thing we had going. I glanced at her, and she returned my glance before looking away angrily. Food was wheeled in by the chefs and attendants of the hotel amidst the noise made by the entrepreneurs in the hall. I wiped my hands with a towel, acknowledging that I was hungrier than I even thought. Paul, who sat to my left, leaned closer, rubbing his hands. “I've bribed a few attendants and cleaners to keep an eye on our rooms. Something tells me that Adrian is planning something. I don't know what it is yet, but I know