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It is worth over 55 million dollars. Bloody hell! “Next!”

“Five million!” My head spun. Men were fighting over me like I was a piece of meat. My pussy clenched on its own, dripping a little down my inner thigh. Shame and dark excitement mixed together so strong I could barely stand. Then a single voice cut through everything — deep, calm, and powerful. “Fifty million.” The entire room went silent.

A good fuck for night, I better say a dirty place then a toilet bowl. These kinds of women don't attract me, not anymore. We can say, I was young and stupid! At an early age, I had enough money to spend on the articles people thought of buying in their dreams. Perks of being a grandson of the billionaire, I did what other can't get their hands on, whether it was the most amazing car in the market or the most popular girls in the school. I was sitting in the cabin with my headphone on, blasting the best of trance to make these scums dance on my gestures. The atmosphere is getting hotter even the air inlets are working perfectly.

When did secret become so cheap anyway? I nodded my head and shrugged. "Tell me then." I finally said. Jason shifted uncomfortably and lowered his eyes... "You see, I was surprised when you didn't recognize me earlier even when you were so close to me. I'm indeed popular as I'm a model and an actor..." He stopped and chuckled. "But it's nice though. It's so refreshing to see a young handsome guy like you not recognizing me at all." His smile widened but soon died down and he grew serious.

He then moves back a bit, as though he has come to a realization of sorts and my eyebrows furrow together. "The woman at the mall," He starts slowly, "Describe her to me." I blink and avert my eyes from his face, "W-Well, she had dark hair and looks very young. Exceptionally beautiful and she was a bit shorter than me, maybe 5' 3"? 5' 4"? Her clothes scream expensive but she has great taste." Anthony lets out a soft chuckle and I feel fingers on my jaw pulling my gaze back to him, "And you aren't jealous?"

"Fifty thousand dollars a month to be our favorite toy. Say it. Say you want it." "i want it! ahhh! yes! give it to me! i want the money! oh god, fuck me harder! mmm-nnn-gh... yes... right there... ohhh shittt!" All the shame from earlier had flow out of the windows— flushed down the drain. all that was left on any was just... want, need, desperate need for more pleasure.

she continued gently, "it might be easier if you try to see this as an opportunity rather than a punishment." I sighed softly. We spoke for a while after that. She tried to calm me, offering small reassurances until the heaviness in my chest eased slightly. Still, everything felt unreal. Five months. Five strangers. And their father, who was known to be insanely rich and extremely strict. Before going to sleep, I found myself thinking about the countless magazine covers I had seen over the years. King in a sharp suit at some gala. Kyle performing on stage with a guitar. Keith smiling at a movie premiere.

Beyond the glass stretched the glittering lights of the city. Standing outside was Julian. Our eyes met. There was a loneliness about him that had not existed before. He looked like he wanted to come closer. However, he did not dare to. I looked away and turned back to Shane. This time, I met his gaze directly. "I accept." Outside the window, Julian stood frozen for a very long time—long enough to watch Shane reach for my hand, long enough to watch our fingers intertwine, and long enough to watch Shane leap to his feet in excitement and pull me into a hug.

The others piled on. "Gemma, I am so jealous. A perfect wedding for only 500 dollars." "Tell me about it. I spent tens of thousands on mine, and looking back, I feel like such a fool." Kelsey tossed a popcorn-eating meme into the chat. "A 500-dollar wedding? I cannot wait to see that." Over the days that followed, Gemma waited for Sloane to reach out and lock down the wedding details. Not a single call came.

"No I don't, but my son works there. He is still a young lad." Richard asked for another beer and she filled his mug to the brim. He drank it. "Before the 20th Century, I am telling you," Richard exclaimed excitedly, lifting his mug in front of Abigail's face. "Our country would be the greatest in the world. Taxes would be easy to pay, almost free. Gold will be everywhere in the streets of London and transportation would be like taking a ride in your dream."