Chapter 3 Sarah's pov

Mr Stones' eyes bore into mine, his gaze cold holding no emotion. I feel a shiver run down my spine as he leans in closer, his face inches from mine. "Know your place," he whispers, his breath cold against my skin.

I gather all of my strength and try to shove the bastard off me. He doesn't flinch, he's too strong for me. He withdraws his body from mine and moves to the other end, now staring quietly out the window. I sat up straight and fixed my dress which had been pushed up to my upper thigh, my lace thong almost coming into view.

Shit! I sure hope he didn't see anything.

"Damian, stop the car," Mr Stones says abruptly and his driver immediately mouths a "Yes boss" before pulling over. "Get out," he utters in an extremely low voice, colder than he had been moments ago.

"Excuse me?" Confusion spreads all over my face and all my attention is fixated on him.

"Get out," he repeats without even glancing at me.

How on earth can a person be so cold and so unbelievable!

I don't move an inch and I don't give him a reply either. All I do is stare at him. I've been doing too much of that tonight. "I'm not going anywhere." I cross my arms and lean into the seat.

Mr Stones turns his head to face me rather quickly and glares at me for what seems like an eternity. "Don't make me have my bodyguard throw you out," he finally says.

"You wouldn't dare," I tell him, being the impertinently bold person that I am.

"Get out while I'm asking nicely."

"I won't. I've changed my mind. We're going on that date. Damian, please start the car." The driver doesn't move a muscle and I let out a loud humph.

I'm not going to give Mr Stones the satisfaction that he's seeking. He had the nerve to boss me around and say nasty things to me earlier. Now, I'm going to show him what I'm made of. I'm going to do the exact opposite of whatever he says and find him. He wants to go on that date so bad, then we'll go. I can be pretty feisty if I want to be and unfortunately for Mr Stones, he's pushing me to the wall.

And as much as I want to irritate him like he's doing to me, I mustn't forget that I owe him this date. He played his part. Now, it's my turn to fulfil my end of the bargain.

"We're here," he says, his voice full of enmity

The car door opens, and his bodyguard helps me out, his grip firm on my arm. I stumble, my legs trembling as I look around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

Where are we?" I ask him as I step out of the car after him even though I know he might not give me an answer.

"My place," is all he says. I'm surprised he even answers.

Is he really serious right now?

"What have I gotten myself into?" my mind is racing with worst-case scenarios. "A million dollars is a lot of money, but is it worth risking my freedom...or my life?" I glance up at the building, its sleek facade seeming to loom over me like a prison. "What kind of person pays a million dollars for a night with a stranger? What if I was a killer did he even think of that And what does he plan to do with me?" My thoughts are a jumbled mix of fear and a dash of anger at myself for getting into this situation. "I should have just walked away...but no, I had to be stubborn and think I could handle it." Now, it's too late. I'm trapped, and I have no idea what I've gotten myself into.

"Show me the way," I say, strutting into the mansion like a runway model.

Mr Stones eyes me unreadably and walks behind me. Minutes later, we're sitting in his large dining room, just the two of us with more than enough food to feed an entire army on the table.

"Are we expecting other people?"

He ignores my question and starts eating. I humph and also begin digging in. I stuff my stomach with way too much food, I'm on the verge of bloating. I haven't eaten this much in a long while. It's only after I take the last slice of steak, that I notice Mr Stones has been intently watching me eat the whole time.

"Why did you have yourself auctioned?" He asks out of the blue.

"I needed the money. What about you? Why were you there?"

"I was bored," he says and sips his red wine. He shoves his plate away from him, indicating that he's done eating and he barely touched his meal.

"Bored?"

His phone rings and he hesitantly picks it up. "Yes?" He answers and listens to what the caller has to say. I notice his mood going from bad to worse. "That old woman!" He fumes and adds after a minute, "I don't care what you have to do. Buy her, woo her, threaten her, trick her, all I want is my hands on that property, you hear me? Get her to sign the damn thing!" He hangs up and chugs his phone away.

"Is all well? Are you having trouble with a contract or something?" I inquire.

"It's none of your business."

I bite my tongue, realizing I've overstepped, the room suddenly felt really cold his piercing gaze wasn't also helping, I quickly look away my heart was palpitating wildly, I don't want to provoke him any further, The room seemed deathly quiet only the sound of our breaths filling the atmosphere.

"You should leave once you've finished your meal". He finally spoke after an eternity of silence.

Mr Stones stares at me blankly and doesn't say a word. When I'm done eating, I pack so many leftovers that I know my family will love. He asks his driver to drop me off without even uttering another word to me. What a jerk!

I get home, elated but exhausted. I open the door to my living room. "I'm home!" Horrified by the sight before me, I drop the food and scream at the top of my lungs.