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Sure, the other guy might be just like Damian, with plans to make it good for her, but he might not. There was no way for Damian to know.
In the last few minutes, the bidding became more and more fierce, a thousand dollars at a time, until it was over two hundred and sixty thousand.
Something flashed red on his screen, and his heart sank, thinking he’d lost, but then his eyes adjusted, and he realized it was asking for his final bid. There was a countdown clock for the final minute and also the warning that whatever he bid, he needed to outbid his opponent to win, without being able to see what they were bidding.
What was this, Jeopardy rules?
Fuck.
Three hundred thousand dollars. If the other guy bid more, it just wasn’t meant to be, and he’d tried his best.
Damian put in the bid and sat back and watched the red numbers roll by until they reached zero, and the screen flashed back to Sunshine’s auction page.
The top of the page had changed.
Winning Bid placed by TrailerParkDaddy.
Relief flooded through his chest as he breathed out a sigh of air he hadn’t known he was holding.
He won.
8
The Contract
Emily
She woke with a start, coming awake all of a sudden and all at once, but without knowing why. There was no loud knock, no sound, no abrupt change in light that woke her.
It took her a moment to remember why she was so on edge, then she scrambled for her phone, turning it on. While she was waiting, she stared morosely at her dark lamp. The power was still gone. Not that she’d really thought it was an accident. If she actually opened the last bill they’d sent her—the one with the intimidating red FINAL NOTICE printed on the outside—she was sure she’d see the warning that it was going to be turned off if she didn’t pay soon.
She giggled somewhat hysterically and pulled the mac and cheese from her freezer. Without electricity, there was no point in hoarding it anymore.
The problem was she didn’t bother to open them because when she’d had her payments planned out, it never got to that point. So, she hadn’t known what day it was going to happen. She’d only known it was soon.
Her phone chimed. Battery at fifty percent. Not too bad. She could go back to the library today to charge it. She’d have to.
Pulling up her email, she could feel the anxiety sliding around her stomach. It didn’t feel like butterflies, more like eels writhing inside her.
Auction Contract and Details Inside
The third email’s subject, the only email that wasn’t spam mail trying to sell her something, stared back at her from her phone screen. The eels in her stomach writhed again, thrashing about and making her gorge rise. But she opened the email.
And almost threw up immediately.
Three hundred thousand dollars.
Three hundred thousand dollars?
It was a trick. It had to be.
She pressed a hand to her stomach, trying not to heave.
Three hundred thousand dollars?
She blinked and refocused.
Legal jargon explained that of the three-hundred-thousand-dollar winning bid on her virginity, she would receive two hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars. If she hadn’t already been sitting on her bed, she would have collapsed.
