The Billionaire's Deal
Just when I thought I might collapse, a deep, clear voice cut through the chaos.
“Ten thousand dollars.”
The room fell silent. My heart plummeted, and I turned toward the direction of the voice. I couldn’t make out his face in the dim light, but I saw the broad outline of his frame—young, tall, and strong. My mind raced as I tried to process the situation. 'This might not be so bad after all,' I thought desperately, trying to console myself.
“Deal,” Victor declared, his voice dripping with greed.
Before I could fully grasp what had happened, Victor gestured to one of the strippers beside me. “Take her and get her ready,” he ordered.
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