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The look I return is stiff and as lifeless as a statue. I don’t know what this text is, but I’m grateful for it. When I see it’s from Luc, I open it.
It says:
FYI- just thought you should know what the mermaid is doing tonight.
The Mermaid is River. He hasn’t dropped the name since he found out everyone is calling her that at the club.
Underneath his comment is a link.
When I click it, it takes me straight to Club Edge’s event page.
The main event tonight is the VIP Auction.
Bid on the girl of your dreams, and she’ll do anything you want for two magical nights…
The moment my eyes land on River’s face in the lineup of participants, heated rage I haven’t felt in years spreads across my skin like fire.
What the fuck is this?River is in a fucking auction.
As in auctioning herself to God knows who for fuck knows what.
Jesus.There’s no way she’s just taking care of a few bills. This goes right back to my theory about her being in trouble, so now I’m kicking myself for not digging deeper to find out what is really going on.
My hands grip the phone so tightly it’s a wonder it’s not crumbling to dust in my palm.
“Is everything okay?” Celeste asks on noticing my reaction.
I flick my gaze up to her. “Yes.”But no, everything is notokay. How am I supposed to sit back and allow River to do this because I promised I’d leave her alone?
And fucking Luc. He sent me thisFYIto make me crazy.
Fuck him.
And fuck the promise, too.
The auction starts in an hour. It will take about that time for me to get to Club Edge.
River St. James might not be mine anymore, but I won’t allow her to sell herself.
ChapterSeven
River
The auction will begin soon...
My heart shrinks away at the sight of myself in the dressing room’s full-length mirror.
I look like a cross between an exotic burlesque dancer and a confused prostitute.
I’m wearing an ocean-blue and green crisscross bra with diamantés splashed across the cups. The thing barely covers my breasts. In fact, it doesn't. It just covers my nipples.
The thong I have on—if you can call it that—just about covers the slit of my sex, so I’m practically naked. The only grace I have is that my hair is down in long waves and covers my ass to some extent. That's it, so that’s hardly anything.
When I was given an idea of what I’d be wearing tonight, I imagined something a little more tasteful, but this… This is degrading.
Tears sting the backs of my eyes, and I have to fight hard to keep them from falling.
The last time I cried, it took everything out of me to come back. I feel like that again, like I've truly fallen deep into the gutter.
