Dirty Owner

Chapter 2: Ford

“Hello,Aurora.Myname is Ford Devlin. It's nice to meet you,” I greet the little pickpocket. She looks like a deer caught in headlights.

“Um, hi. Mr. Devlin,” she says in a shy voice.

I know she wasn’t expecting me. When she bumped into me on the street, I immediately knew she stole my wallet. I followed her to an alley where she pulled out some cash before spotting me, making her drop the wallet and run. Since then I’ve been trying to find her. Not because I was mad or wanted to press charges. It’s a shame such a beautiful young woman has become a thief.

I want to help. Not charity, but compassion. I come from a similar place. It was hell. When I managed to get my company up and start making money, I took any chance I got to help people like me.

After she ran away, I hired a private investigator to find her. Chances are, if she stole from me on the street, this isn’t her first time. God knows how many times she almost got caught. How long until she does get caught. It wasn’t long before he got back to me.

“I found her,” he says.

“Yeah, what’s her name?”

“Aurora Williams. She is twenty years old. She works as a dishwasher at that diner downtown. She has one record on her for stealing. No parents, no family, and no address. She’s signed up for the Bowen Auction. It’s in a couple days.”

I hang up the phone and walk to the giant window that makes up an entire wall of my office, letting me see the city from every angle. I watch the lights of the cars blinking down on the street below.

The Bowen Auction.

I guess when you are down on your luck you will do anything for money. The thought of someone buying Aurora and having sex with her sends rage through my veins. For some reason, it pisses me off thinking any other man would touch her. I clench my fist and pick up the phone.

“Peters, I want to know how much money’s in the leisure account.”

“What?” he asks groggily. I look at my watch and see it’s eleven at night.

“Check it in the morning, will you? I need to know how much I have in that account.”

“Sure, boss,” he says and I hang up, nervously patting my leg.

What to do now?

I research the Bowen Auction. Their website had half a dozen NDAs before I finally get into the website and look around. The buyers are vetted and there’s a sign-up sheet for people who want to become buyers. I open it and without thinking, I sign up.

I put in my name, address, phone number, email, and some other legal stuff. I’m so jacked with adrenaline that after I close my computer. I head home to my gym, and run on the treadmill for an hour. My muscles burn and most of the adrenaline is gone. But I can’t stop thinking about Aurora.

From my brief glimpse, I know she has long black hair, brown eyes and pale, smooth skin. She has such supple lips. And even though her clothes were loose or big, she can’t hide that beautiful body. She’s so tiny, compared to my six-foot-five and broad shoulders, anyway. I am generally big. She might be maybe five-four, five-three, maybe.

I’ll know more when I get to the auction.

I look at Aurora. Her face is covered in shock. Diane, the woman in the gray suit, walks past me and I hand her a large bag and some papers. In turn,she hands me some papers.

It’s a form to transfer the money as well as a statement saying I acknowledge that the auction house, as the event host, will take a cut as their fee. In this case 1 million dollars. Peters got back to me—there was plenty of money in the leisure account that I could spend. It wasn’t unexpected, but I wanted to make sure. I fill out the form, transfer the ten million dollars, and look back to Aurora.

She looks fucking gorgeous in those bras and panties. They barely cover her body, which is what I like the most. My mouth waters and my dick twitches knowing I have her all to myself for a week.

I had no idea she was a virgin. But now I’m even more glad I signed up. It fills me with pride that I get to be the first man between those delicious thighs. Then suddenly I feel rage when I think about the weasel in the front row nearly getting. I must be showing my feelings on my face because shock changes to fear in Aurora’s eyes. So I try to calm down.

I tell myself she’s mine. If she thinks she’s only spending a week with me, she’s got another thing coming.

Aurora pulls clothes out of a bag and puts them on. It’s a pink knee-length, short-sleeve dress with a V-neck. She puts on some short heels and slings the bag over her shoulder. She looks nervous, which is expected. After all, she knows who I am and I’m paying ten million dollars to be with her.

“I’ll let you two talk, then once the transfer is done I’ll come back, and you two can leave.” Diane leaves and I turn to face Aurora, who wrings her hands and shifts on her feet. She looks as if she’s getting ready to run.

“Don’t worry Aurora. I’m not going to hurt you. Nor am I going to tell anyone about our…run in.”

“Is this payback, then?” she spits out.