Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“What if we forget the rules?” Declan says.
“No,” Jasper says, firm. “Declan, Finn, repeat after me. We agree not to pursue Aurora.”
His demand is unreasonable. I try and think of a counterargument.
“I suppose we should remember what happened the last time we all tried to go after the same woman,” Declan says.
“Jasper nearly killed me, and you didn’t speak to me for about a year,” I remind them as I empty my glass.
With one deft movement, I take my legs off the desk and go to pour myself another drink. This is definitely a two-scotch phone call.
“You make it sound so melodramatic,” Jasper complains.
“He’s saying it like it is,” Declan says. “We don’t do well going after the same woman.”
“Okay, okay,” I tell them. “Let’s agree we won’t go after Aurora, even though she’s the hottest thing in town and we all thought she was a fucking fantastic fuck.”
“Hear, hear,” echo my brothers.
It feels strange to end a phone call with them without an argument. The temperature may have been turned up a little, but overall, it was what anyone would call civil.
Of course, I don’t like the upshot of it. No one tells me who I can and cannot pursue.
Neither Jasper nor Declan can tell me who can I take on a fucking date.
One thing’s for sure: I need to see Aurora again...and I will. I need to sit next to her, hear her story, and feel those delicious red lips on mine again. If I don’t, I think I might actually die.
Now I’m trying to come up with a plan. How am I going to go about this?
Secrecy is the key here. I can’t have my brothers finding out what I’m up to. I mean, I just agreed not to pursue Aurora, and yet I’m about to do the total fucking opposite.
I’d hate to see their reaction if they found out. Chances are they won’t. Jasper goes through women like nothing I’ve ever seen, and Declan is so far up in himself, he only comes down every other month to fuck some glamour pussy.
No, with any luck, they’ll have forgotten about my Aurora in a day or so.
So how the fuck do I get in touch with her?
I decide to call someone from the auction. It’s the best way to go. Money goes a long way to make people talk. With the right amount of cash, I’ll have Aurora’s contact details faster than my brothers can count to ten.
Bingo.
It takes one quick call and a hundred bucks. Easy.
But now that I have her number, I hesitate.
It’s unlike me to pause for even a second, especially when it comes to women. But I just took her virginity, bought her for $3 billion. I don’t want to scare or overwhelm her—I want her eating out of the palm of my hand, which means I have to play things right.
I decide to send her a naughty text. It’s me, baby. Finn. Say you’ll meet me at the opera...you know I can do things to you, unimaginable things.
She replies back immediately. Okay. When?
Two days’ time, I say. Wear an opera dress, and look for my limo. I can’t wait to see you.
And that’s it. She’s mine.
And with this knowledge comes a rush of excitement. My cock gets rock hard as I think about her naked body and the way she feels when I’m inside her.
Now I just have to wait.
Chapter 16
Aurora
I shield my eyes from the sun.
My body’s sore, and my mind’s swirling in a million different directions.
I’m fucking exhausted in the back of the limousine the Graysons called for me. I’m lying across the long row of seats lining the left of the vehicle, staring up into the mirror, and fighting sleep.
I know myself, and if I sleep here, I’m down for the count. I decide to sit up, and as I peer out of the tinted window, I see that we’re just a couple of minutes away.
I take a deep breath, and as I exhale, I still tingle with the sensation of their cocks fucking me hard and their hands and mouths all over me. It sends a shiver down my spine and forces goosebumps to the surface of my skin just thinking about it.
The craziest part is that I don’t even connect all of what happened as the result of me auctioning off my virginity. Not a moment of it felt like it was monetarily motivated.
And because of that, I can’t say I’m remotely regretful or upset about how everything went down. In fact…if I could do this all over again, I’d do it all exactly the same way.
The car stops in front of my address, and the driver walks around the side of the limo to let me out. He extends an arm into the back, taking my hand and guiding me out and onto the pavement.