I don’t belong here.

I’ve been aware of the hyper elite, super-secret, invite-only auction for years now, but I never thought I’d be participating. I’ve sold a lot of custom bikes to these millionaires, which in turn has made me a millionaire as well.

I only came to the auction to ensure the safe delivery of a chrome-finished chopper to one of my clients when I see her. Micaela.

What is she doing on stage? It cant really be her Another look and I know for sure. It’s my boss’s daughter. I’ve seen her around, but I never let myself look. She’s far too young for my forty years. Far too innocent to be on display for these greedy men. I want to pluck their eyes out for looking at her.

My obsession with Micaela is instant and fierce, the need to make her mine nearly suffocating me the longer I look at her. Something strange and all-consuming washes over me. She needs a Daddy. I hardly know what that means, but I feel the truth of it rush through my veins. Micaela is my baby girl.

If I don’t belong here, a curvy, precious goddess like her certainly doesn’t either. Maybe we can find our place together Until her father finds out.