Highest Bidder Sara Cate Novels & Stories

I had a few paintings I included in the gallery, but none was related to her. “Guys,” Austen called. He was wearing a huge grin on his face. He chose to wear a dark blue tuxedo. When I mentioned him to cut his damn hair, he gave me an odd look. “Can’t you believe it?” “What it is?” His sister with Arella came closer to us. “Mr. Lau offered six figures for the painting.” “Let me guess, the Sindy Kate,” Skip interjected. Westley narrowed her eyes at him. “Did you just name that painting Sindy Kate?”

Doctor Dave came out of the room and saw me watching the lady from the window. "Don't feel sad sir, okay, Sara has been here for over a year now, she's crazy and overly dangerous" he made known to me, returning my eyes the second I heard the name he called. "Did you just say, Sara?" I asked as he shook his head affirming my words. "Okay erm, what's her surname and who brought her here?". Somehow I felt compelled to ask, hopefully, he gives me the name I am drying to hear, the doctor says, and I quote, " the lady in there! Her name is Sara Scott she's the lady, Elena Khan is paying me to keep under lock and key!.

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

Did that really warrant a slap? Mrs. Smith could clearly see how disturbed I was by this. “I’m so sorry about that, John,” she said sadly, “I’m just upset about the hospital bill. It’s much higher than we’d imagined!” She did look distraught, but I could tell that she wasn’t sorry at all for what she did to Sybil. “I’m just glad that your family is helping us financially. Marrying you is the most intelligent thing that my worthless daughter has ever done. Maybe even the only intelligent thing.”

I am probably wet. "He is so hot." "Yes, very hot." Rita and her friends discuss. Yeah, totally! He is fucking hot! I can't agree more with these girls. • My mind says he is a CEO, intelligent, Greek god, probably has hoes under his sleeves. • My heart argues that he is beautiful, we should keep him in a museum. Even his hands are prettier than my face! • My vagina screams, TAKE IT, just take my virginity. Take me right now on stage. For fuck’s sake, just take it.

Her eyes stayed fixed on the floor as she saw a tear fall, hiding her intense, unspoken anger toward her father. “Whoa, ten million dollars!” the presenter gasped. “The three-second timer is about up. FAST! Don’t let her go!” “Fifteen million!” The room fell silent as a powerful, booming voice demanded attention, halting everyone from bidding. All eyes moved to the highest bidder, and a gasp spread through the room as everyone looked at him in awe. “And sold!” The presenter shouted. Janet closed her eyes in agony. ‘Janet Corrigan is sold.’

2 million viewers were online, with bids already pouring in for “ownership slots.” Her voice shook as she read the scripted opening, staring directly into the main camera: “Tonight… my holes are up for auction. The highest bidders get to use me however they want, live on stream.” The first winner was a mysterious high-roller who paid an obscene amount to go first.

A deep authoritative voice boomed out of nowhere. Gasps rented the air. Heads whipped around with searching eyes. Bill scowled and yanked my head up. He squinted his eyes, trying to spot the bidder. It must be another Overlord. A smile furnished Madam Cumberbatch’s lips. Her eyes twinkled. “Sir, raise your paddle to identify yourself.” “I lost it somewhere.” The mysterious bidder answered. “Silly me.” Madam Cumberbatch's mouth parted and annoyance set in her features. “First preference is given to the Overlords.” She scoffed. “Which one do you represent?”

They both fit well into that category very easily. "Hello, Mrs. Daughtry, how can I help you tO’Brieny?” Sarah greeted her as she opened the front door. Sarah Michaels, who was better known as princess to everyone who knew her, was already tired from the day and the fighting of herself to even make the online profile. Dealing with her neighbor was not something she wanted to do even on a normal day. Smaller than most women, Sarah only stood barely five feet tall with her boots on. She was slight in build, and though she seemed to not be that strong, she could easily lift her suit when it was pack. The suit weighed eighty-plus pounds easily. Her size often led people to underestimate her, and

And there was no way he’d let that happen. Ignoring Julian’s warning, he raised his paddle. The bidding war began again—two powerful men openly competing for the same woman. The entire room turned to look at the center of the storm: Sarah Sanders. She was clearly the reason behind it all. The tension escalated fast. The audience whispered among themselves, the air thick with curiosity and gossip. Then, to everyone’s surprise, another bidder joined in. Charlotte’s eyes widened in disbelief as James Chancer lifted his paddle. The host read out the new bid, and Charlotte nearly jumped from her seat.