Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

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.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

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.