Alex's POV
It was the eve of the five year anniversary of the day my life was turned upside down, inside out and spun round and round and I was set back on my feet, firmly planted and headed in a new direction. Five years since the day that I had put myself up for auction in the under belly of a seedy night club that traded women to men of wealth and power in exchange for a hefty purse.
The other women in my class - I use that term loosely - had done it for their own reasons. I had done it to save a life. My mother’s life, to be specific. One million dollars was what I’d gone for. Auctioned off to the highest bidder, Mr. Harry Edward Styles, CEO of Scarlet Lotus.
He would own me for five years, use me to satiate his every sexual need as he saw fit. That man would teach me how to suck a d*ck properly. That man would give me the first of many orgasms, introduce me to my inner Cooch - and she to the King of Fingerf*ck, the Ridonkabutt, the Assterpiece, the Wonder Peen. That man would pop my cherry, turn me into a wanton hussy and rock my ever lovin’ world. That man would infuriate me to no end – in and out of the bedroom - and then ride in on his white horse to save the day.
That man was now my husband. And the father to our one and only daughter, Scarlet Renee Styles. Scarlet was the apple of her daddy’s eye. She’d been born less than a year after we married. In fact, I had been pregnant with her at our wedding ceremony and hadn’t even known it. Apparently, the IUD Harry had taken me to have inserted the day after he purchased me had come unattached and had fallen out without me ever having noticed it. I had a strange feeling it happened during the scuffle with Jake. But I refuse to think about that day.
Without a doubt, I am certain that I conceived our daughter the night Harry gave me my engagement ring. His mother’s ring. That night will be forever etched in my mind, its perfection so blindingly glorious in every way. He offered the precious diamond to me as well as his heart. His everything. He belonged to me, and I, belonged to him.
Surrounded by the walls of my dream cottage - the house I secretly coveted as a child - our life began anew. We whispered our desires, our dreams, and yeah , we made love like there was no tomorrow. It was hot. It was magical. It was perfect. He had told me that night that he wanted lots and lots of babies. And I was more than happy to oblige. Only it didn’t turn out the way that we had planned.
My pregnancy with Scarlet was riddled with complications and the birth, rough on my body. The chances of me conceiving again, much less carrying a baby to term, were desecrated. Knowing that Scarlet would be our one and only child triggered the beginning of our limitless pampering.
Yeah, she was spoiled. An endless array of everything imaginable - clothes, toys, books; she lacked for nothing. In fact, her jewelry box was a treasure-trove of gold, silver and stones almost as precious as she. A diva has to have her goodies, Louis had said each time he’d donned her with yet another pretty-pretty.
But more important than all those materialistic things, she was loved.
Loved by people that doted to her every whim, every fancy. With almond-shaped eyes the color of precious emeralds framed by sooty, lush eyelashes we were lost to her charms. Creamy soft skin to sprinkle our kisses on, thick chocolate ringlets that begged to be brushed and adorned with bows and Ribbons, and a smile that could make the masses bow at her feet. We were all under her spell from the moment she took her very first breath.
But Scarlet was a daddy’s girl, through and through. Don’t get me wrong, she loved her Mommy, but as far as she was concerned, Daddy was the hero in her book. In fact, whenever they played dress-up to reenact one of her favorite fairy tales, Harry always played the part of the knight in shining armor (decked out from head to toe in pots and pans) set to slay the dragon, or Prince Charming riding in on his white horse to rescue her from a prison tower. If only she knew how befitting that role was for him to play.
