Buy Me 3 (Mistress Auctions 3)

I have everything I could ever need to make a life with her. I could devote all my time to being with her. Having a family of my own was something I didn’t think I wanted. Now I can’t get the image of that out of my head, and it could be slipping through my fingers with every second that ticks by.

I’ve done my time. All those twenty-hour days, shady deals, and rubbing elbows with people I couldn’t stand got me to a place where I could wipe my hands of everything. I’d set people in place. The company should be able to function on its own, but at the end of the day it doesn’t matter if it does or doesn’t. How did this curvy little thing slip so deep inside me?

My eyes go to my office door as my assistant enters with a tight look on her face. Most likely because I’ve been yelling since I entered the offices.

“Not now,” I tell her, not caring about whatever it is she thinks I should be doing. I’d fire the woman for how often she steps over the line, but sometimes I think that’s why I pay her so well. She’s good at getting shit done. In fact, it drives her crazy if things are left unfinished or if something is slightly imperfect.

“I’m sorry, sir, but Samantha called, and she said it’s urgent.”

“Not now,” I repeat. I don’t want to know what that woman is up to after last night. Probably has a list of Mistresses she thinks I might be interested in after she saw my Georgia. Thinks she’s finally figured out my taste. She doesn’t know I only have a taste for one woman, a taste I wish was still in my mouth.

“I know, but she said you might say that. Then minutes ago this was delivered from her head of security.” Jen holds up a cellphone, and I immediately recognize the case. I’m out of my chair and in front of her, grabbing it from her hands, before she can blink.

She always ditches her phone, replacing it with the same model, but she continuously uses the pink case covered in jewels.

I waste no time powering it on and going through it, only to be disappointed. Everything is wiped from it.

Then it rings.

“Out,” I say to Jen, who exits quickly.

“Peaches.” I can hear the longing in my voice. I don’t know why I think it’s her. She wouldn’t be calling her own phone. Jealousy hits me at the thought that it might be another man.

“You sound like someone stole your puppy.”

The blood rushes to my ears at the sound of Sam’s voice. This could only mean one thing.

“I’m not a man you want to fuck with, Samantha. You’re a smart woman. Don’t tell me I got it wrong. I rarely do.” I can’t believe she’d be dumb enough to cross me. No one crosses me and gets to stay in this town. Sam might be powerful, but I have a lot of secrets on people around here. I could make her life hell.

“Now is that any way to talk to someone who has the thing you hold dearest?” Her tone is scolding, almost like a mother speaking to a child.

I take a deep breath, holding back what I want to say. I want to tell Sam I’ll make sure she never works in this town again. I don’t fuck around when people fuck with things that belong to me, and Georgia most certainly belongs to me. She’s belonged to me from the moment I first saw her. Having that attitude is how I made a name for myself, but I also remember Sam is about the bottom line. Why start a battle over something that could easily be solved with money?

“Sold, Sam. Whatever the price you’re trying to get for her, I’ll double it.”

“Oh, Don, that was just a little too easy for my liking.” Sam’s tone sounds bored, like I took all the fun out of it for her. I bite back a growl. She thinks this is a game and that I’m not about to fucking explode.

“Sorry to rain on your fucked up parade.”

Sam laughs through the phone. “You forgot to tell me you owe me a favor.”

“Owe you a fucking favor? Sam, you’re one step from—”

“I’m going to cut you off right there because I don’t want you to say something you can’t take back. I saved your ass, Don. That girl was out the fucking door and would have been at the nearest train station if it wasn’t for me. I stopped her and got her. You’re fucking welcome.”

“I would have found her.” I half growl the words. “I’m not going to thank you for wanting to auction her off.”

“Why wouldn’t you? I just assured you have thirty days with her. If you can’t get her to stay after than then…” Her words trail off, and I can almost see that shrug thing she does when men annoy her or she can’t even be bothered with something.

“Is she okay?” I finally ask. I need to know. It’s driving me crazy, but if I know anything about Sam, she never lets anything happen to her girls. I grit my teeth at the thought that she’s now one of Sam’s girls.

“She’s a runner. I know the look.” Her tone sounds a little sad.

I hate that she ran from me. I want her to run towards me, but she barely knows me. She probably has a shit list of other men’s bullshit she’s been through. Should that be my problem? Yes. Others might think you shouldn’t take out your own problems on other people, but I want her to take them out on me. I want to help her work through it. Show her I can do that for her. Would do that for her. If she would just let me in.

“I lied to her, Don. I said the things I needed to to get her to come with me. I don’t like lying to my girls, Don. I want my favor.”