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One foot follows the other as I walk off the stage with the woman who takes you down to the lounge.
My heart beats a thousand miles per hour as I try to process what just happened.
Georgiou and Henry just bought me for one and a half million. They now own me for a month.
The thing is, I’m not sure what should rattle me more, the money, the fact that it’s them, or the fact that it’stwoof them.
Most women just have to worry about losing their virginity to one person or sleeping with one guy.
For me, it’s two. Talk about taboo. This is of the forbidden variety that I’ve only heard Cordelia talk about.
She would have no problem with this. In fact, she’d love it because we’re always talking about Georgiou and Henry. I don’t think a week has ever gone by in my life where we didn’t talk about them.
I remember first seeing Georgiou when I was five, and that thought feels so wrong on all levels because I’m about to be their whore.
Fuck.
We walk into the lounge, which looks just as elegant and sophisticated as the rest of the hotel, with Rococo furnishings and eighteenth-century continental paintings on the wall.
I imagined a different setup with the girls lined up with their buyers and tables where they would sign their contracts.
This isn’t like that, though. There’s actually no one out here.
When the lady leads me into a private room where there’s another woman with bleach-blonde hair dressed similar to Gina, I see why. She sits at a boutique-style table with a document folder in her hands.
The room appears to be a separate lounge area which makes sense for a second viewing and an actual meeting.
It has a sofa area and would almost look like a meeting room if not for the comforting vibe the place carries.
“This is Marie. She’ll talk you through the rest of the contract until your buyers get here,” the woman says with a curt nod of her head.
“Thank you,” I mutter. My mouth is still dry, and because I haven’t spoken in about an hour, there’s a noticeable rasp in my words.
She leaves me with Marie, who takes over and looks me over with scrutiny as if she doesn’t think I’ll be able to last the month with my buyers.
“Congratulations, it looks like you won the jackpot,” she states, but she doesn’t look like she’s actually happy for me.
“Thanks.” I decide to be nice anyway. I don’t have to see her again after tonight.
“You’re aware that anything means anything?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Good, because it does with these two.”
These two.
The way she says that suggests Georgiou and Henry probably do this a lot.
I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. I didn’t expect to see them here, least of all find out that they buy women at auctions regularly.
“Have you filled out your bank details yet?”
“Yes, I have.” The money will go into an account Cordelia had set up for me. She has a friend at the bank who made the arrangements. It was done under my new name. Evangeline Montrose.
I kept the first name because it belonged to my mother. I couldn’t imagine changing that and cutting myself off from her too.
I figured since I was going to get married, my surname would change anyway. So that’s not as bad.
