Cadence

17. Amethyst

Cadence

"You ready?" Ben asks through the ear piece.

"As I'll ever be." I whisper.

Stepping forward I keep my eyes low staring at the five inch stripper heels on my feet. My white toenails poking out of the holes on the front.

As soon as the small circular stage below me starts spinning low whistles and fuck me's drift throughout the whole area. The room is large, seating around fifty of the groups insiders.

"The bidding will start at $100." The female dressed in a short black dress and six inch heels speaks into the microphone from beside me.

Almost every hand in the room goes flying into the air, all of them holding pieces of card in their hands.

"Very well, $1,000." She steps forward into the spotlight.

There are only two on the stage, one pointed at my poorly covered body and one now at her.

It's the 16th, auction day. My dumbass signed up for this shit. So here I am body on display for the taking, evil hungry eyes latching onto my figure.

I have carefully crafted diamonds resting over my nipples and nether region. Being the only thing covering my intimate areas. Though, they don't cover much.

All arms go flying up again, and again, and again, until the bidding is so high my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

"$1,000,000." A voice speaks from the crowd, though I'm unable to find their face.

"Wow" the woman looks to me gobsmacked then back at the sea of men.

"Going once, going twice-" but she doesn't get to finish her sentence before a voice that causes every hair on my body to raise speaks.

"$5,000,000." Goosebumps adorn my body like a second skin, sending shivers down my spine in their wake.

Finally looking up from my shoes I scan the room, trying to find him. And there he is. Sitting three rows back six seats down. All eyes are on him, his card and hand being the only one raised.

He cocks a brow at the dumbfounded woman holding the microphone and quickly she regathers her composure.

"That is the highest bidding of the night!" She exclaims clapping her hands together.

"Going once, going twice." She pauses looking suggestively at everyone else still seated.

"And sold! To the Russian man in the Armani suit!"

Rushing over to me she places her hands on my shoulders and guides me to the backstage.

"My dear you are a diamond after all! You have no idea how happy you have made us all!" She beams at me.

You're kidding. For all she knows she's selling me off to be raped tortured and possibly killed. Lucky for her I know this monster. I'm more familiar with him than I'd like to admit.

"Right now you listen to me, he is a rich man who was willing to pay so much for you, so do not disappoint him, now go." She pushes me toward a door and I go flying through it, losing my balance and falling to my knees.

"Shit." I mumble. Sharp pain now shooting through each of my kneecaps.

Two large hands grab me from under my arms and lift me, his scent fills my nostrils as he helps me stand on my two feet.

"I've missed you malyshka." He says holding my face in his hands and looking into my eyes.

"I'm cold." Seriously.

That's all you have to say. I'm cold. For fuck sake Cadence way to kill the mood. What he said was meant to be sweet, but it sounded forced. Words that a man like him would never be expected to say.

He drops his hands, my face instantly going cold at the loss of heat from his rough man killers. I shouldn't find comfort in the feel of them, I know what they're capable of. I've seen it. Bare witness to the merciless actions the man standing before me has committed. But I don't care.

Taking off his suit jacket he walks around me and puts it over my shoulders. The material covers my entire body reaching mid thigh. I forget how tall he is sometimes.

"There, better?" He asks standing before me once again.

"Why did you do that?" I ask my eyes meeting his, sending butterflies throughout my stomach.

"You said you were cold." He states matter of factly.

"No- not that, why did you pay five million for me, I'm on a mission I need to get information."

"I know that malyshka, don't worry I dealt with it. Now come on, let's get you into some actual clothes."

He takes my hand in his, the action small but all together holding a new meaning. I have a feeling we were becoming more than enemies. Were we enemies? I mean, we fucked like we hated each other, but after all the lust clears he looks after me.

Like just now, putting his jacket around me just because I told him I was cold. And the other night when I tried to cover myself but couldn't he put his hoodie on me. The way he cleans me after we do anything sexual and always makes sure he has my verbal consent.

It all makes sense now. He cares for me. Like really, really cares for me. Why won't he tell me? It's clear now.

***

He drove us to his place about an hour ago, we've spent the time lounging around watching movies.

It's odd actually, I never thought me. Cadence Hirum. Would be sitting around watching The Notebook with Nicolas Volkov.

"I don't understand why you're crying." He laughs.

We're in his sitting room, his large muscly arms are crossed over his chest and his legs are propped up on the cushions. I'm sitting upright with my feet still cosy in the rug.

I'm wearing his hoodie and a pair of his boxers he was kind enough to lend me. I'll hand it to them. The material is comfortable as shit.

"Shut up." I sniff wiping the underneath of my eyes whilst watching Noah read to Allie.

"Seriously malyshka, you can kill a man without batting an eyelid but an old man reading to a woman makes you cry." He scoffs looking in my direction.

Glaring at him I grab a cushion and throw it at his face, though I get more annoyed when he catches it and throws it back at me hitting me straight in the nose and sending my body flying backwards.

"Ow!" I squeal rubbing my face with my right hand.

"Shut up you big baby, come here." He waves me over.

Doing as he says I crawl to him sitting back on my heels and waiting for what he wants.

Lifting his hand, he puts it on the back of my hand then pushes it towards his lap.

Grabbing his hand I stop him.

"I am not sucking you off." I breathe.

"Just lay your head on my lap and watch the film."

Closing my mouth, I do as he says and lay down.

Fixating my eyes on the screen, I almost jump out of my skin when he starts stroking my hair. The sensation is calming and sends me off into a deep sleep.

AN

Word count 1230

Sorry, this chapter was a lot shorter than the ones I've done in the past.

Enjoy!