Chapter 2 Two

Michael's POV

The pleading look in her eyes captivated my attention. As I stared back into her emerald green eyes, my curiosity increased with each passing second.

I had come to the Dynamite Club to clear my mind. After another dramatic night with Lauren, my wife, I had no other choice. I had asked Clement, my right-hand man, to take me to the busiest club tonight, with lots of interesting activities that could help take my mind off my problems, and he had driven straight here.

He promised me they were having a grand sale and I would be excited to witness it. It didn't occur to me that what he meant was an auction until I had entered the club thirty minutes ago.

I always hated auctions. The thought of buying another human just because I have more than enough cash to throw around doesn't sound nice to my ears. It disgusted me.

However, getting almost lost while looking at one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen in my twenty-nine years of existence was making me rethink my hatred for auctions.

The girl on the stage was not just beautiful, she came with a banging body too, which in my opinion, was more important than having just a beautiful face.

The most important part was that I was attracted to her. Lust at first sight kind of thing.

There were about ten being auctioned on the stage, but she was the only one I saw. And she was looking back at me, more like pleading to me.

My instinct told me that she wanted me to buy her. Without wasting any more time, I motioned for Clement to get one of the auction cards for me.

The bewildered look he gave me didn't surprise me. He knew all about my hatred for these kinds of activities.

"Sir? You want me to bring you the card?" he asked in a still-shocking voice.

"Stop asking me silly questions and just do what I asked," I snapped at him.

He scampered off and returned some moments later with the card. He skeptically handed it over to me.

I snatched it from him and shot another glance at the girl, only to see that the desperation had gone out of her eyes, a look filled with gratitude replacing it.

I raised the card up and began my bidding on the girl.

Clement and some of the other men sitting near me were shocked. They knew I never engaged in such activity. They must be wondering what was so special about the girl that made me want to join them.

"Are you sure about going on with this, sir?" Clement asked, now with a worried expression.

"More than anything. Like I said, stop asking me silly questions!" I snapped at him again.

I dismissed his worried look and took majestic strides towards the front stage where I would be witnessing the auction in high definition. Next thing, I raised my card, mentioning the price I had in mind.

"Michael wants her for five million dollars!" the auctioneer said, glancing around to other VIP members gathered around the stage expectantly.

"Why would you be pricing a cheap slut for such a ridiculously high price?" Clement interjected.

I ignored him and focused on the girl. I realized that she looked even more gorgeous now that I was seeing her up-close. Her emerald green eyes were bigger, and they sparkled. Her body was more defined. The crimson bodysuit they had put her in wasn't helping matters-it accenutated her curves up to a dangerously tempting level.

"Ten million dollars! Eleven million dollars! Twelve, twelve million dollars!" The auctioneer announced.

Some of the men had joined me in competing for who would buy the girl. I gritted my teeth as the price kept going up. This was not what I had in mind when I came here. Regardless, I wouldn't be backing down anytime soon because I knew she was worth it.

Clement might be thinking that I had gone out of my mind, but the only thing I wondered was why an innocent-looking girl was being auctioned to the most dangerous set of men in the city.

Even though I had picked up the card out of pity because she had pleaded with me, the sole reason why I wanted to take part in the auction was because of curiosity. Every time I stared into those eyes, I got even more curious to find out everything I could about her.

"At fifteen million dollars, the auction goes to Don-"

I immediately raised my card and said, "Twenty million."

The loud gasp filled the whole room. I could feel all eyes turned to me, most of them looked shell-shocked, except for the auctioneer, whose eyes glittered with excitement.

"Yes! That's what we're asking for. Bring it on! Twenty million dollars from the one and only Michael Bavarish!"

"Thirty million dollars!" Don Roderick, one of the notorious men I know that doesn't fail to take part in every auction, screamed at the top of his lungs as he jumped to his feet from the other side of the VIP lounge.

I returned to the top by raising the stake higher, "Thirty-five million dollars!"

At that point, I was so sure that even the auctioneer couldn't believe her ears. She strode over to me and asked, "Are you sure about this?"

"Is this auction a joke?" I shot back, raising my brows quizzically at her.

"Of course not sir," She turned to the audience and announced, "At thirty-five million dollars, Amaya..."

"Thirty-six million dollars!" Don Roderick shouted. He stood, and even though he looked skeptical about his decision, he said, "I want the girl for thirty-six million."

I have never lost a fight and knew I wouldn't start now, not to a wimpy fellow like Don Roderick, so I raised the stake a bit higher.

"Forty million dollars!" I screamed into the air.

Another gasp from the audience. Someone muttered, "Why would you buy this low-life bitch for such a high amount?"

By then, Don Roderick was already shaking. He glanced at the girl, then at me, which I returned with another mischievous smirk.

"I want the girl for forty one..."

"Fifty million dollars!" I said before Don Roderick could finish.

"At fifty million, Amaya Bavarish goes to..." the auctioneer shot Don Roderick an expectant glance, willing a reply from him.

But Don Roderick just slumped back into his chair in defeat.

I smiled in satisfaction as I exited the club thirty minutes later, with my men bundling the girl behind me.

"Get her to my car, will you?" I commanded before sliding into my Bentley.

"Are you sure, sir?" Clement asked as he approached my car, "Look sir, isn't this girl way beyond your taste? I think you're-"

"Save your silly advice and put her in the back seat!" I barked.

While I sped past the dark streets of the city, I continued glancing through the rear view mirror. A shudder ran down my spine and gave me a little hard-on every time my eyes met her curled-up position in the backseat. She looked so sexy and vulnerable lying just like that.

"Thank you," she muttered.

My brow furrowed on hearing the voice. What exactly was she thanking me for?

"Excuse me?" I retorted, meeting her eyes in the rear view.

"Thank you for saving me," she clarified.

"I didn't save you. I bought you. I fucking own you now."