7. Chapter 7

Demi

D ani and Sam have come and gone after effortlessly completing my hair and makeup. I'm all alone with my nervous thoughts creeping into my head as I wait for the auction to begin. The instructions said I would be able to hear Edward introduce me and then be escorted to the stage area, where I will be on full display. Afterwards, I will be returned to my dressing room to wait.

I do my best to fight off the intrusive thoughts threatening to take hold of me, but it's no use. I can hear the small voice questioning everything. Just when it feels like I might break, there's a knock on my door. I have no time to think. All I can do is act. I'm whisked away to perform my walk. As promised, I can hear Edward's introduction. Edward begins to read off my information. I silently roll my eyes and scoff, how unoriginal . Once he's run through what feels like everything on my application, he says, "Bidders, I give you, Trouble."

It's an uncomfortable feeling to look around and see nothing but darkness and shadows, but it's not the worst thing I've ever had to do. It's far from the worst thing I've ever done , and so I play my part perfectly. Everything happens so fast; one minute I'm up on the stage, then in a whirlwind it's over. A hand pulls me forward in the darkness, and I'm dragged away to wait in my dressing room. All I can do now is hope that Ghost has the winning bid. Cecile has yet to let me down tonight. As I sit and wait for someone to come and collect me, I think about all the ways I'm going to make Ghost hurt. I fantasize about blood dripping from his wounds or pouring out of his body, and then I think of Jay. My pussy still aches with the need to be filled by him. I can't wait to fuck him next to Ghost's dead body, or something even more wicked. There are no boundaries, our sex life has no safe words. Each one of us conforms to fit the other's fantasies, both of us eager and willing to do anything for pleasure. I smile, thinking about Jay and all the sinful things we'll do together.

There's a knock on my door. When I open it, I'm surprised to find Edward's sleek, well put together figure on the other side. His eyes slide over my body, lingering with a satisfying sweep. I can't blame him. I would do the same damn thing if our roles were reversed. He's a silver fox I'd love to play with, and now I understand some of the allure when it comes to Edward and Club Lust. Once his thirsty eyes are satisfied, he opens his mouth to speak in the overly dangerous tone he always uses.

"I've come to issue you a warning. Whatever game you're thinking about playing, it's best not to play. I don't take kindly to those who cause problems." His stare is lethal and serious.

I get the feeling he has no intention of allowing me to leave his club without once more agreeing to keep him out of my private business. "Don't worry, handsome. I'm not playing any games with you. I give you my word. I'm innocent. I simply want my bakery is all."

He smirks. "Jay's a lucky man, Trouble."

"I know," I croon back. "Thank you for your cooperation. As agreed, I will also make sure Jay knows you said happy birthday. It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Edward."

I toss him a wink, and he shakes his head. "Pleasure doing business with you." He replies with a chuckle.

"Hey, Edward, one more question. What's your favorite flavor of cake?" I whisper.

"My favorite flavor?" He repeats, looking at me like I'm asking him the most ridiculous thing ever. "Well, I suppose I enjoy a traditional carrot cake."

"Excellent choice, Edward," I reply enthusiastically, mentally cataloging the information so I can send him a special "thank you" cake later.

He nods his head. "Good night, Trouble. We will see each other again on Sunday when you return. A car will arrive to pick you up and return you. Please check-out with your handler and they'll get you paid, assuming everything is in order."

"Good night," I call after him as he closes the door.

I wait a few minutes, then celebrate as silently as possible. Cecile is getting a bonus. I can't believe we pulled this off. Stage one of my plan is complete. I'm suddenly incredibly happy I decided to splurge on the expensive, fancy imported chocolate for Jay's birthday cupcakes. Closing my eyes, I imagine just how delicious it will pair with a sprinkle of Ghost and an ice cold glass of milk.