The Prince Bought Me

"Get a hold of yourselves everyone! Let's start the bidding!" the lady emcee said flashing her white teeth. "Let's start with $5!"

The crowd roared to laughter. How dare her! I am not that cheap! Even though I can't play the piano or any instruments!

When the laughter eased down, a guy in a black tuxedo and green tie raised his number. I can't help but think of naughty things when I saw his number. Number 69.

His hair was blonde and even though from afar I can see his emerald eyes and he has broad shoulders. There is definitely a well-toned body behind that expensive suit, there's no doubt about that. His legs were crossed and his arm was leaning on the back of the chair while the other was raising the number,

"I'm going to buy her for a million dollars." he said very casually.

Everyone gasped, wide-eyed, shocked including me. Then suddenly it hit me. think I know this guy but I can't put my finger on it. I think I've seen him before.

"Going once? Going twice?" He was the only one speaking and there was silence and I can hear crickets. It's so awkward in here. "If that's the case she is sold to me.." a paused. "Prince Kleighton Morris of England."

I gulped. I just got sold. Someone bought me. Not just someone. Now I know who he is that's why he looks so familiar. A royalty bought me.

The Prince Bought Me.

I gazed at him and he was smirking at me.