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I can’t help the nervous laughter. I glance down at the contract for a name to go with the voice that offered one billion dollars for me but the space under the lines are blank.
“Something else I don't have a choice over, right?”
“You came to us, Miss Amethyst.”
Once again Solomon is not wrong.
I pick up the silver pen and scrawl my name on the piece of paper in a swirl of blue. I’ll never see the color again without thinking about how I’m signing my life away. “And do I at least get to know his name?”
“It is up to him if he should want to reveal his name to you.”
“A billion dollars.” I trace the dried blue ink of my name. There truly is no going back home after this.
Solomon clears his throat and I raise my gaze from the paper. The vision of the large man in a black suit and neatly shaved chin shimmers behind the wall of tears filling my eyes. I rest a hand on the swell of my round belly. “What have I done?” I whisper in fear.
“I can’t answer that for you, sweetheart, but I can tell you there are many people in the world who would pay twice that for an hour with you.”
Solomon moves around the table and comes to my side, his hands clasped in front of him. He places one on my shoulder with sincere kindness glittering in his dark eyes.
I place a hand over his. “Solomon, you know how to make a woman feel priceless.”
He tilts his head and I think he’s going to help me from the chair and lead me to my fate, but he’s not done with me yet.
“Now for the rules, Miss Amethyst.”
I hold my breath. Reading the fine print should have happened before I signed, but it’s too late for that.
“Don’t sugarcoat anything. Let me have it.”
Solomon moves back to his side of the table. “You are to leave your blindfold on until instructed to remove it.”
My back stiffens. “Blindfold? What blindfold?” My brows furrow. “I won’t know his name or his face?” Talk about a true blind date. “He could be a psycho and I could never identify him.”
Solomon’s chuckle is low, rough and strikes a nerve.
“It’s not funny.”
“You make us all sound like monsters. I didn’t tell you to come in here and sell your body to the highest bidder. Let’s move on.”
That dries up my protests. He has a point. Damn it.
Ignoring my panic, Ritual’s contract caretaker—for a lack of a better title—continues.
“You are not to leave room seven-one-three until sunrise by which time the contract will be fulfilled. And, and this one is the most important, you have one safe word. Use it and you will be escorted to a private room where we will consider the termination of your contract. Or enforce it.”
Gulp.
“At least there is that.” I could use my safe word the second I step into the room. That is one way to get out of here. I don’t know where I would go. Home doesn’t seem like a great place to return to. Oliver might be done with me, but I still live on his money and in his penthouse. Not for the first time I’ve wondered if he’s waiting for the birth of our child before he kicks me out.
Tears heat the back of my eyes but I hold them in. They won’t help my current predicament, anyway.
“But beware. Should you falsely use your safe word, Miss Amethyst, you and Mr. Stone will be liable for the full auction price of the sale. Do you fully understand what I have explained to you?”
I cock a brow and find nothing at all comforting in Solomon’s stoic expression and calm demeanor.
“You purposefully left out a few details from the contract.” Knowing no matter what I say nothing will change that I willingly came looking for a way to get my husband’s attention and then signed on the dotted line. Now it has backfired in my stupid face.
I simply nod.
