Sold To The Cold CEO: The Billionaire's Daughter Maid

Mia's POV

My heart raced as I shivered in fright.

I was standing backstage, blindfolded, hands tied behind my back and to crown it all, naked.

When I say naked, not the type of naked like you're wearing an open swimsuit and feeling insecure, butt fucking naked.

" We've saved the best for last. Here's Mia, a twenty four year old ready to fulfill all your needs".

He just called my name. The freaking man just called my name!

I thought it was a mistake, if he was hoe would he know my name and my age? I questioned myself, my heart still beating in terror of what's about to happen

Two men came forward an dragged me on to the stage. The first on untied my hands before following the other one to drag me.

No, I don't want to go. I struggled to set myself free from their iron grip, but my efforts were completely useless because I was thrown on to the stage like a fucking ragdoll.

" We don't need to mishandled our product". I heard the guy with the microphone warn the two guys who threw me on the stage.

Product!

That darn bastard called me a product!

I'll show them who's a product...

I stood up and yanked the blindfold off my eyes.

Well... Maybe that was a bad move.

Soon enough I discovered that I was standing on a stage with dozens different pairs of eyes watching me, well, my body.

Some whistled while others laughed.

I panicked, quickly using my hands to cover my breasts and my lower abdomen, but it was just impossible, my hands were to skinny.

" Ok, As you all can see Mia here is a feisty one, she would be good for all you young folks". The... I don't even know what to call him.

Since he was like an MC, so I'll say MC.

The MC, gestured for me to turn around and I shook my head immensely.

There was no way I was acknowledging to the fact I was a product for them to check.

The MC walked toward me harshly grabbing my hands which I was using to cover my breasts and turned me around.

"See, this girl got nice stuffs. "

"Get your hands away from me". I spoke for the first time since I was dragged into a bathroom and scrubbed clean by a maid.

My teeth were clenched together tightly as I stared right at the stupid MC.

" See what I mean, fierce..." The MC joked about my actions which got the other men seated laughing also.

I glared at each and every one of them seated there.

Was this a joke to them? Was I a joke to them?

"Since this one was newly brought in, bidding starts at two thousand dollars increases with a thousand dollars".

My eyes widened when I heard the amount that bastard wanted to sell me for.

Two thousand dollars? Wow that's a lot of money.

For a struggling artist like myself, two thousand dollars was a lot of money.

" Three thousand dollars..."

" Ten thousand dollars..."

I was surprised by the amount they called at first, but after few bid I became used to it.

Rich people, always ready to throw their money away.

The continued their bidding a person said a five hundred dollars and the rest just stopped bidding. Some grumbled but still dropped their bidding card.

" Five hundred thousand going once, going twice..." The MC stroke auctioneer was about to strike his little hammer on the table when I suddenly spoke up.

" I never said I wanted to be bought". I said calmly even though I had no calm bones in my body at the moment. Only frightened, angry and embarrassed ones.

The man looked both sides as if I wasn't talking to him. Pointing at himself he asked.

" Where you talking to me?"

No, I was talking to idiot behind you're glasses. I badly wanted to say, but bit my tongue and held it in.

I was in the presence of most of the richest and powerful men in the country, one word from them, I'm done for, but my mouth just wouldn't shut up.

" Of course I was, did you see anyone behind you when you checked? " I asked sarcastically.

For a moment there, I forgot I was butt naked.

" Did you're parents no teach you manners little girl? You mouth should be full of thanks and not spitting rubbish".

That was what everyone had been telling me since I got here. Hello, I was freaking kidnapped from my town and dragged all the way here to stand as naked as a product for rich promiscuous men to buy, how is that something I should be grateful for?

" You want a thank you? For what exactly? Huh who in the hell said I wanted to be bought?" I asked the MC shocking him. Guess he thought I wouldn't speak back, well he thought wrong because even I cannot control my tongue when I get this mad.

" I advise you to keep you mouth shut, or else..."

"Or else what? You'll ruin your product for the buyer..." I said pointing at the old idiot who wanted to buy me for five hundred thousand dollars.

I would confess, that was a huge amount of money but I wasn't for sale.

He was an old man which I could bet was in his late sixties of early seventies. A man like that would have more than two wives but still look for a woman outside to satisfy his needs.

I shook my head in disgrace.

The MC calmed down when I pointed at the old man, who guess he was someone big in the city, if not in the whole country.

" I don't care about what's happening here, but I promise not to sue if you'll take me home right now". I said in the most threatening voice I could muster.

The hall went silent, before everyone burst in a loud laughter.

What was so funny?

Did they think I was bluffing?

I looked around and saw everyone of them was laughing, except one guy.

A handsome guy was seated at the back, silently but intensely watching me. His gaze was so intense that I became aware that I was not wearing any clothes.

Covering my body with my hands would be useless, so I looked away hoping to forget it again.

" Look here honey..." Did he just call me honey?

" You can try to call whosoever you wish, the police are like pawns to the people here, so I advise you respect yourself before they choose to humble you". He warned.

I could swear all the hairs on my hair stood up in fright.

I felt the shiver down my spine when I saw the look on his face.

He was serious, seriously serious.

But I couldn't just back down like this. My pride just wouldn't let me.

" Fine... Then... Then... I'll just, " I struggled to find something threatening to say, but my brain was to scared to think of anything at the moment.

The MC looked away from me and picked up his little hammer which he dropped earlier to confront me.

" Sold to ..." My heart raced.

Was this how I would he turned to a slave?

"No no no, I can't take her. " The old man who raised a bid for five hundred thousand, said stopping the MC from hitting his hammer on the table.

I breath a sigh of relief.

"Why?" The MC asked confusedly.

I was also curious so I brought all my attention to him.

" She's too much. She might as well kill me with high blood pressure from too much talking. " The old man explained.

I smiled in relief.

For the first time my mouth saved me instead of putting me in more trouble.

I inspected the MC face but instead of anger or sadness I expected to see on his face, I saw a sadistic smile plastered there.

"What's going on?" I asked when the men from earlier climbed the stage and began walking towards me.

I think I spoke, well thought too soon.

I looked towards the MC for an explanation. I could bet he could see the worry in my eyes because he smiled even harder as he walked towards me.

Bending down he whispered into my ears.

"Women that don't get sold because of some reasons, we have those reasons taken care of. And since you're case is because of your mouth... " He left the sentence incomplete but I understood it as clear as crystal.

They were going to cut off my tongue.

" Please, I'm sorry, I just didn't know what was going on". I begged, but my pleads fell on deaf ears.

And just when I thought, it was over for my mouth, I heard a voice that sounded like an angel.

" I'll buy her, for a million dollars! ".

Mia's POV

" I'll buy her for a million dollars".

For the first few seconds I thought it was an angel speaking before I realized it was the handsome man from earlier who was looking at me.

The normal me, you know the me before knowing that my tongue was about to be cut off, would sneer at the prise even the handsomeness, but my tongue was the the line so I kept quiet.

Can't argue with my savior.

" Are you sure about this Mr Hamilton? As you have seen this lady can be quite brash ". The MC said as he called the man with respect.

I could bet that all the darn auctioneer wanted was for me to suffer, but maybe the prise would be worth more than that.

" Are you questioning my decisions Williams?" The handsome man raised a brow as he threatened.

He was terrifying even more than, Williams, the MC stroke auctioneer.

"No". Williams shook his head visibly terrified by My Hamilton.

Was I making the right decision choosing to be bought by him? But I literally had no other choice. It's either this or I tongue gets cut off, and the way I see this people they would still to sell me off after they've caught off my tongue, so yes. I had to be making a good decision by keeping my mouth shut so I can be bought in peace.

" Sold to Mr Hamilton for a prise of a million dollars". He knacked the hammer on the table and that was it. I was sold.

Mr Hamilton walked up to me.

He was even more handsome up close. He had that kind of face that made women just want to get in his bed and stay with him forever because if they lost him, they knew another woman would snatch him in a heart beat.

I was still fantasizing about his face when I felt something warm around my shoulders.

The next thing I heard was

" We need to get you something to wear".

He had taken off his jacket and placed them my shoulders to cover me up.

Again, I forgot I was naked.

" Thank you". I hurriedly said before wearing the jacket and fixing all the buttons.

The suit jacket was large enough to cover my body from my shoulder to my mid thigh so I was no longer naked.

He must be really muscular because of how broad the shoulders of the jacket were.

I walked along side him until we reached the underground VIP garage.

" Thank you for helping me out today. " I backed away slowly ready to run.

"Untill we met again". I whispered before running away from him.

"Hey! Wait!" I heard him yell after me, but that only made me pick up the pace.

"Shit!" That was the last thing I heard him say before I was completely out of his sight and ears.

I ran and ran until I was sure Mr Hamilton or anyone else from that shady place wouldn't be able to find me.

That was a close one.

I stopped to catch my breath.

As much as I was grateful to the Mr Hamilton guy, there was no way I was agreeing to be his sex slave or anything. I loved being free and why I got kidnapped still remained a mystery to me.

I walked cautiously down a dark alley, looking left and right like a fugitive.

It was getting really late, and from what I what I noticed I was no more in Queens, which was the town I grew up in.

" Stop!" I heard someone yell.

I immediately look behind me and saw a black really expensive car heading my way.

What the hell! It was Mr Hamilton.

I picked up my pace again determined to lose him in the chase.

As I was running, I saw a narrow alley and quickly creeped into it.

There was not possible way hus expensive car would pass here, so I could say I was safe.

I stayed at the alley for a while, I needed to be sure he was gone before coming out.

Few minutes later, I took a turn and headed out.

" What took you so long " A voice whispered behind me.

Immediately jumped and turning to face the person, my hands on my chest.

What, it was Mr Hamilton.

How did he get here? Could his car fly?

My eyes widened at my own thoughts.

" What is this, why are you following me?" I asked still facing the after effect of the shock he gave me when he whispered all so creepily behind me.

" Is that supposed to be a question?" He raised an eyebrow as he asked.

I could see the amusement dancing around his dark black eyes.

" I already thanked you for saving me. Now I want to go home!" I declared.

He looked at me up and down before looking back at my face.

" And you were going home like this?" He gestured to his jacket which was the only thing I was putting on.

Holy shit!

I forgot, again.

Could that be why he was following me? Did he want his suit jacket back?

" And you have my phone". He added.

His phone?

I reached into his pockets and brought out the said phone.

It was the latest Samsung that was yet to come out. I have only seen this on advertisment anytime my sister paid the subscription for our decoder.

" Here, take it back. But I have to keep the jacket, I'll return it back to you when I arrive home". I said giving him back his phone.

I was scared that something might happen to it in my hands, and them I'll have to pay for it.

And God knows that I don't have the kind of money to buy this phone.

I stretched my hands for Mr Hamilton to take back his phone, but he just kept looking at me.

Was there something on my face? I was tempted to touch it to check, but I shook my head.

I shivered in the cold. It was getting really dark and the wicked night breeze had begun. I needed shelter, fast. I was only wearing a suit jacket, I was bound to feel cold.

Mr Hamilton finally collected the phone from my hands.

" Ok, I'll be leaving now". I smiled trying my best to avoid his gaze.

" Where do you think you're going again? " He asked still staring at me.

Home? I wanted to answer but something told me that the question was rhetorical.

" Who's going to pay me back my one million dollars I spent to get you? "

So he wants me to pay him back?

There was no way in hell I could get that kind of money.

" I thought... "

" That's were your wrong, stop thinking about anything. You belong to me now".

" You... "

My temper rose up again.

How dare he something like that.

I thought he was a nice person who saved me from dogs not knowing he was a wolf!

" I didn't ask you to save me, you did it on your own. Like I said at the... Whatever that place is called, I don't want to be someone's slave". I yelled at the handsome dude in front of me.

But he was unfazed by my outburst. More like he was expecting it. I did lash out earlier that almost got my tongue cut of.

" You don't have a choice. Unless you want to pay me back the one million dollars I bought you with? "

My chest went up and down as I heaved for breath.

Despicable, just despicable. He knows I wouldn't be able to afford to bail myself and now uses it to threaten me, just perfect.

" Good. Now that that's settled, you're coming with me".

He grabbed my hands and began dragging me to where I presume he parked his car.

I couldn't even struggle. If I did where would I go? I didn't even know where I wa snot to talk of having someone who could help me out.

Was this going to be my life now?

Mia's POV

I followed, more like allowed myself to be dragged by Mr Hamilton down to where he parked his car. Which was quite far from where he caught me.

So the man ran all the way there just to catch me?

I found it amusing.

He left his expensive car which I could bet cost way more than a million dollars, to catch me who only cost one million?

What if his car got stolen? Or worse, wrecked? Didn't he think about it before chasing me?

But then again, rich people have no worries. They're rich.

"Where are you taking me to?" I asked once inside his car.

" To my house". He answered abruptly getting onto the driver's seat.

I was surprised when I saw Mr Hamilton open the door to the driver's seat and hopped in.

I thought rich men always had drivers or chauffeurs to drive them about, why was he doing it himself? Could it be that Mr Hamilton was not as rich as he portrayed himself to be?

I glanced at the man on the driver's seat, carefully scrutinizing his every expression.

Of could it be that he just loved to drive himself? I thought again.

The car had begun to move, very smoothly I must add.

It was either their were no bumps in the road like the town I came from, or Mr Hamilton was a really good driver.

I kept staring at him, and slowly I got lost in his manly beauty.

"I can feel your gaze, like what you see?" I heard him ask.

What...

I sat up immediately.

"I wasn't looking at you". I mumbled in defense.

I heard him smirk. He then glanced at me for like a second before looking back at the road.

" Am I that good-looking, that you drool just by looking at me?" He said with his eyes still on the road.

I was drooling?

Immediately wiped my mouth with my hands to check, I sighed in relief when my palm wasn't wet.

Liar. I muttered.

My eyes started to get heavy after few minutes. The ride was too smooth that I felt like I was being rocked to sleep.

I raised my legs up to the chair, crouching in a ball formation on the chair.

The cold was getting to me and I was too proud to tell the annoying, stingy driver to turn off the AC.

Once I got into a comfortable position, my heavy eyes finally closed and I fell asleep.

...

" Hey... Hey... Wake up". I felt someone shaking me and chanting wake up, but my eyelids were too heavy to open.

"Mmm... What... " I mumbled hoping the person would just leave me alone and let me sleep.

The next thing I felt was a warm hand on my head.

I brought my face closer to the heat.

" Shit! You're boiling". I heard the person exclaim but my mind was too focused on the heat from his palms.

" I can't believe I'm doing this". The person whispered to himself before removing his hand from my head.

My warmth was gone and I badly wanted to open my eyes, but they were too heavy, and I was feeling really uncomfortable.

I wanted to shout, but my voice only came out in little whispers.

" Help... Me".

The next thing I felt was my body being lifted up and carried, then I completely blacked out.

My eyes flicked open slowly to my surroundings.

I was in a big room with very few furniture. It looked so clean and new like it had never been used before. I panicked when I realized I was not in my room, or any room at all in my father's house.

"Where am I?" I sat up quickly to assess my surroundings even more.

The walls were covered in white wallpaper same while the floors in black. There was three doors each at different corners of the wall, and a french window my the side.

Despite the lack of furniture, the room still looked expensive.

How did I get here? I questioned myself trying to remember.

I started from the last thing I remembered which was my father giving me permission to got to the market to get some supplies I wanted to use in my new project.

Then I remembered being chased my men in black, the auction...

Mr Hamilton!

" Where did that man bring me too..." I muttered to myself as I tried to get out of bed, but I was struck my a splitting headache.

Shit! I cursed holding my head in pain.

While I was still holding my head in pain, I heard one of the three doors open. I turned to check the intruder, still holding my head in pain.

" Don't get out of bed". A beautiful lady in a white doctor's coat walked up to me and cautioned once she saw my legs were already out of the blankets.

"Where am I? What are you doing to me?" I asked the doctor in panic.

"Please relax, you're fine". The doctor held my hands to calm me down.

" You caught a fever but you'll be okay in a couple

days, all you need is rest. ". The doctor continued.

A fever? This strong headache was because I caught a fever?

Back in my town I hardly got sick except for the occasional ulcer cramps, I was always healthy.

But today, or yesterday... From the look of things, I was sure it was morning... Was different. I had nothing to eat the entire day, I was naked almost the entire day, and my body was exposed to a heavy wind and AC.

I was bound to get sick.

I looked up to the pretty doctor who was looking at me funny.

What? I was tempted to ask, but I needed her help.

" Thank you, but I'm fine now and I want to leave. "

" I'm sorry, but you can't leave right now Ms, you need to rest and eat ". The doctor shook her head.

" But ... " I wanted to argue but was cut of by the opening of the door again.

And there he was, Mr Hamilton.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and rested his back on the wall.

" But nothing. You'll rest until you've regained your strength before you begin your work".

Work?

What did he men's by work?

Could it be that he was just treating me so I'll he strong when he needs me to be his sex slave?

I became tensed.

" Which work? I don't remember agreeing to work for you". I shouted nervously.

My temper threatening to get out of control.

Mr Hamilton just hooked his lips up in a mocking smirk. He then turned to the pretty doctor who was watching us the whole time.

" You may leave Amelia". He said to the doctor.

So her name was Amelia, pretty. The name fitted her perfectly.

Amelia nodded at Mr Hamilton and proceeded to the door. Before she left, she took another look at me then at Mr Hamilton.

" Alexander, she needs her rest and food before she's capable of doing anything".

He chuckled.

Alexander... The handsome, stingy, wicked and promiscuous man name was Alexander.

The name fitted him, it sounded high-class, handsome and promiscuous, so it fitted him well.

Do their parents know how their child would tun out before naming them? I suddenly thought. Completely forgetting how serious where I was and who I was with was.

" I know, I heard you when you said it the first time. You can greet Lily on your way out." He gestured to the door.

Amelia looked at me one more time and smiled.

It was as if she was trying to tell me everything would be alright, but something was telling me otherwise.

" How are you feeling? " Alexander asked as he walked the moment Amelia closed the door.

I glared at him so he would stop coming close but the man just didn't care.

"Look here, I'm grateful that you saved me from the auction center and also for treating me, but I'm not going to be your sex slave" I declared boldly.

Alexander paused in his movement before he burst into laughter.

" Sex slave? Who said I needed you for that? "He asked while laughing.

I must confess he loved even better when laughing, but I couldn't let myself me swayed by his looks now.

" Then what do you want me for? "

" I heard what you said back at the auction market. You didn't come there willing like the others, bit I also know that the market never takes anyone that doesn't already belong to them ".

I wrinkled my brows in confusion.

He took a seat close to me.

" Don't you want to know who did this to you? Who sold you off and why?" He asked. I feel into a deep thought.

Of course I wanted to know. But why would Alexander help me? I was more or less a stranger to him.

" Why do you want to help me?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes in understanding.

"Ok... What do you want in return?" I rephrased the question and this time a smile came up to his lips.

" Be my daughter's maid".