It's her...
The lovely but lonely woman I met seating in my favourite Park bench.
Aaron instantly recognised her beauteous form, even though she was wearing a red coloured wig, and her pretty face was half concealed with a masquerade mask. His reaction to this unknown woman was unfathomable even to himself.
What is she doing here?
He couldn't explain why he was very attracted to her. There was something about her that heightened his male interest.
Was it her sad, doe-shaped eyes?
At first, she danced awkwardly to the sensuous sound of the music being played. A timid, shyness that was palpable to everyone in the audience. A lady amateur dancer but a dauntless one. Then gradually her movements got better. She had to execute her dance number properly, in order to rightfully impress a rich man with her luscious charm.
The other men in the nearby table cheered her on, heckling her non-stop. He couldn't explain it but his mood darkened. His protective instincts grew and got stronger.
In a crucial moment, their eyes unintendedly met. Her curvaceous body slightly stiffened. He could see her stunned reaction when she promptly recognised him.
He saw her facial expressions changed. Worry, fear and shame clouded her features.
Then to everyone's enjoyment, the entertainer chose her own entertainment. The sexy babe they were lusting for had left the stage. She was now the predator and everyone apprehended who this knock-out favoured as her prey.
As she came nearer, his heartbeat pumped disorderly as it has never done before.
She unabashedly sat astride him, and he felt her body weight which was lighter than he expected. Her petite, lit body brushed against his. Intentionally seducing him, beguiling him. She undulated her body like a snake preparing to strike her bait. Her high cheekbones flushed with embarrassment because she must had felt him as her hand accidentally touched his private area. He couldn't stopped himself from having a manly response. He couldn't conceal his stiffening reaction.
Aaron wasn't even flustered. He wanted her to know it was her who gave him the unexpected hard on.
He closed his eyes and drew in a long inhaled breath. Smelling her now familiar strawberry scented body cologne.
So intoxicating...
Her.
Her scent.
Her being.
Everything about her.
Her round breasts so soft, teased him. Easing slightly upon his chest, brushing against his muscled body as she moved. He could feel her nervousness. She was slightly shivering, quivering in fright, but his admiration for her bravery increased in octaves.
She's terrified but why is she here?
What made her come in this nightclub?
He opened his penetrating blue eyes and gazed at her like a hunting lycan.
However, in contrast to his observations, the look in her eyes, told a different tale. They speak volumes of fright, elation and fear. It was as if she was begging him to take her away from this place and own her for this night.
She wanted me...
Not because she desired me but because she thought I could be her hero for this ridiculous nonsense she put herself through.
Aaron was infuriated.
Angry at her for putting herself in this dangerous situation.
Angry at himself for desiring her in spite of her obvious desperation.
Angry at the men who were craving for her self-preservation's ruination.
Aaron felt as if they were alone in that room. That the other people didn't exist and matter. As she danced for him, it seemed like they were lost in their own little world. Never minding the others around them, she swept his mind away.
Then the music gradually stopped.
It's over now...
Aaron felt her instant hesitancy. She clung to him, her arms wrapped around his neck, his large hands gently cradling her hips. Unaware that he did that.
Then their eyes collided yet again. Hers full of persuasion. His full of reservations.
Yet she touched his face ever so tenderly as she whispered to him...
"Please..."
Then she disengaged herself from him and he watched her as she walked away. She held her head high, like a Queen surrendering to her harsh and unrelenting invaders.
Still needing her, he suppressed his own hands from pulling her back. He clenched his fists tightly, controlling himself and his possessiveness.
The time has come, for her to be given away to the highest bidder.
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"I will win this round", a besotted Geoffrey rubbed his hands together in anticipation after taking a large swig from his tequila glass shot.
"Hey! Drink moderately. Stop abusing your digestive system. That's your eight shot since we've arrived", Jacob, the most prudent of them all advised Geoffrey. The latter just shrugged off his shoulders.
"Are you sure you're not going to try winning for her?", Leonard asked Aaron, who was obviously left flustered by the woman's saucy lap dance.
"A.D., are you even listening?", Xavian tapped him on the shoulder.
"Ignore him Xavi, he's not interested even though she danced enthusiastically for him", William stated as he took a sip of his brandy.
"A.D. you can't let Geoffrey have a taste of that girl. She picked you, man! Don't waste your chances!", André teased. Clinking his glass with his cousin Leonard, while their other friends grinned and laughed.
"I won't back down!", Geoffrey declared, his drunken state made him bolder.
"You won't but your cock will if you won't stop drinking. You almost finished this whole bottle by yourself!", Xavian took the Tears of Llorona tequila bottle and read the alcohol content in it.
"Geoff is in love...", Leonard stated and the others chuckled.
Except for Aaron, who kept his cool. He swallowed his scathing remarks to himself. It's not his best friends' fault the woman's allure captivated him.
The auction started and they were astonished as how fast and tough the betting went.
Aaron kept his temper in tow as he heard the ridiculous amount of money these crazy men were willing to disburse for her. Even the old croons were joining in.
"Guess the old Councilman Morales found his third mistress. Look at him, he's head over heels for her", William stated out of the blue.
Aaron glanced at the old man's table, who staked three hundred and ten thousand.
"Bro, before he could begun undressing her, he would be already hitting the sack", André snickered.
"What he needs is a geriatric nurse, not another young mistress!", Jacob murmured.
Aaron sensed the woman's eyes on him even when he wasn't looking her way. He knew she was totally observing him.
Aaron contemplated hard if he would be willing to gamble for this uncivilized gameplay.
Why would I bother? She's a total stranger to me. Besides, she voluntarily placed herself in this preposterous position.
However, the gnawing uneasy feeling ate at his guts.
Why does she affect me so?
Without disinclination, he finally met her watchful eyes. They made eye contact once more. Her eyes trembled due to anxiousness. It seemed like he could see the door to her very soul.
To his total dismay, she unceremoniously casted her pretty eyes away from his, depriving him of their warmth and attention. His perfectly shaped brows met.
Was it pain I saw in her eyes just now? Does my decision of not waging for her torment her?
I just didn't want her to think I was a creep who victimized vulnerable women for sport.
"Going once, going twice? Sold!" The auctioneer announced as quickly as possible. He was in a hurry to get the deed done so they could start the other set of entertainment they prepared for their wealthy guests tonight.
A thunderclap from the crowd woke him up in an instant.
"This stunning maiden is sold to Mr. Geoffrey Scott!"
Aaron drew in a quick breath.
"Congratulations!"
So lost was he in his thoughts, Aaron was unaware that the wager has ended. Before he knew it, similar to a speed of lightning, one of his best friends had won the sordid sport of plundering the virginity of the woman he wanted.
The woman he lusted for.
For the first time, in a long time.