Chapter 7 Sold

• Ophelia's POV
• I stared at the vast sea of corrupt bald-headed old men with disgust gradually veering onto my face. I inwardly suppressed the loath in my head towards them as I plastered a plastic grin on my mien.
• Whether I liked it or not, I was going to end up under one of them that night, and I had already signed the non-disclosure agreement, so there was no going back on my decision.
• "We're going to begin the auction for the last item of the day," The man who had been in charge of the auction since it began announced and I could see the way, the old men stared lustfully at me as they ran their tongue over their droopy lips.
• I huffed to myself and clasped my hands tighter in front of me as I fluttered my eyes shut for a while before I had an anxiety attack. I felt like a piece of rare meat on a slab in an abattoir's shop as they gaped at me.
• I felt disgusted with myself and I couldn't believe I had stooped so low to sell my dignity and the pride of my womanhood. I knew I didn't have any other choice because my dad's surgery date was drawing closer but I still felt uneasy and repulsed with the situation.
• My initial resolve to make up a sob story to my buyer didn't even seem like it was going to work. Those old men that were staring lewdly at me would never leave me alone even if I made up a story.
• With a forlorn sigh, I averted my gaze across the shining heads of the old men to stare at the entrance door but my gaze faltered and I blinked fervently as my eyes met with a man's stunned gaze.
• Piercing, siren, grey eyes with jet-black slicked-back hair, the man was extremely gorgeous and also looked surprisingly younger than the majority of the men in the club. I quickly swerved my stare from him when I saw how fixated his gaze was on me.
• After some time, I noticed that he had tilted his head sideways to converse with a young man who was seated next to him, and I shamelessly leered at his side profile.
• Goodness was the man so fucking hot! His jawline was so sharp and even from a distance, it seemed like they could cut into anything, and his pointed nose sat regally on his face.
• I could see the subtle undercut of his hair and I felt myself moist my panties, well, my thong.
• I couldn't believe myself and the audacity I had to get aroused, by just staring at the perfect man but then again, who wouldn't?
• I was convinced that the man had to be a descendant of Adonis, or maybe he was even Adonis reincarnated.
• A wistful thought flew into my head as I tore my gaze away from the man, what if I ended up with him that night?
• I mean I knew the man probably had hoes and all on the side but a girl was allowed to wish for good things and good dicks, so I smiled to myself as I imagined it.
• It would be the best first time sex for me.
• Even though I had never met the man in my life prior to that night, I felt a weird connection with him and I thought he seemed trustworthy enough to be graced with the golden opportunity of taking my dignity.
• And if eventually, the sex with him turned out to be wack, it would at least be better that I gave up my virginity to a sexy, greek-god like him, and not a feeble, slobbery old man.
• My delusional thinking was crushed to pieces when I saw the man get up and exit the auction room. I had to repress the itch to yell at him to come back as I stared at his diminishing figure.
• Fuck, I was surely going to end up with an old man. The only option that was left to me at that moment was to hope I got a caring and attentive old man at least.
• The man's friend also walked out after some time and I steered my eyes and mind back to the auction.
• "So, we are going to start off with two million," The announcer proclaimed into the microphone.
• "Three million," A stubbly old man yelled, staggering up from his chair with an accomplished smile.
• I stared at him in fright as I sighed heavily.
• "Five million," The old man from earlier who bought the first three girls that were auctioned shouted and there were mumblings and incoherent mutterings as the patrons stared at him.
• I couldn't believe my virginity was worth so much. The first seven girls who were sold before me were sold for at most three million. I preened with a sort of shameful pride as I sighed once more.
• "Eight million," A bald-headed, middle-aged and muscular middle-aged man declared and the gasps became louder.
• I stared at the two old men that had been vying for my virginity and scoffed at the angry, pinched expression that was rooted on their faces.
• "Eight point five million," The first, staggering old man yelled and I gasped aloud, as my hands clasped over my mouth in shock.
• What the hell was happening? Fuck, I had almost thought I was going to end up with the middle aged man and I was slightly relieved.
• I darted a pleading look at the middle aged man as I nibbled on my lower lip.
• "Please do something," I mouthed a plea to him.
• "Ten million," The muscular man barked, and a relieved smile adorned my face.
• I glanced at the old man and saw that he had accepted his fate and had surrendered to defeat.
• "Ten million, is there anyone who wants to make a higher bid?" The announcer asked, and the patrons just exchanged glances with each other.
• "Okay, Miss Lia has been officially sold to Damon Santiago. Congratulations to him," The announcer yelled as he hit the gavel on the wooden block on the podium.
• I released a breath which I didn't even know I was holding as my hands flew down to my chest and I smiled in respite.
• Afterwards, I was led off the stage by the ushers to the dressing room.
• "I told you to accentuate your natural curves and you did it. See, you ended up being the one with the highest price," Ivy greeted me as I stepped into the dressing room, handing over my satchel bag and my joggers and sweatshirt to me.
• I nodded at her with a smile, "Am I still going to get just two million? Seeing how much I was bought, I deserve at least four million, right?"
• Ivy just cleared her throat as she pushed me onto a chair and got to work on my face, she cleaned off the make-up and helped me out of the thongs and brassiere set.
• I just sat in confusion as I stared at her. There was no way the club was going to play on my intelligence. I would never allow it to happen.
• "Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked her.
• "In the contract, it is stated that the club is going to pay you the stipulated two million dollars regardless of the eventual amount you are bought, so I don't know what else to say. I mean, you have eyes and you read through everything clearly before signing the documents, no?" Ivy scoffed as I threw on my casual clothes.
• I huffed and shook my head, "Just give me the check. We both know this is unfair. I made you ten times the amount needed and you're still going to pay me just two million,"
• "That's neither mine nor is it the club's problem. It's yours and I don't have the time to exchange words with you. Your buyer is waiting for you at the parking lot," Ivy spat at me, flinging the cheque at me.
• I just shook my head and trailed behind her as we headed for the parking lot.
• At least I got a reasonable amount of money for my dad's surgery and chemotherapy. I reassured myself as I read through the cheque before I slipped it into my satchel bag.
• "Madam," The muscular man from earlier bowed at Ivy as we got to the parking lot, and walked towards him.
• "Thanks for the purchase, kindly extend my regards to your boss," Ivy mirrored his pose, and I frowned in befuddlement to myself.
• A boss? So, that man wasn't my buyer? He had a boss!
• What if I had been sold to an old man who was worse than the staggering men I had seen at the club?
• Fuck, was my case going to be literally jumping into fire from the frying pan?
• "Miss, please get into the car. The boss is waiting for you," He bowed to me as he opened the car door for me and I hesitantly hopped into it and plopped down on the fluffy car seat.
• I watched Ivy walk away from us as the man got into the car and revved up the engine.
• "Can I ask you a question, Mister Damon?" I blurted as the man steered the car into the road.
• "Yes, miss,"
• "This boss of yours, is he an old man? Did you buy me on his behalf because he has lost proper functioning of his limbs?" I asked, and all I got from Damon was a chuckle.
• "Just wait and see, miss. I was instructed to drive you to him without uttering a word to you," The man clarified, in a conclusive tone and I knew better than to utter another statement.
• I could only sit quietly and hope for the best.