The Devil Who Owns Me

Chapter 7

Standing in the stage with the crowd watching you is something I am not very fond of. Since grade school, I like fading on the background. But then, I learned that you cannot stay invisible for the rest of your life. Somehow, people will notice you.

And now, that being a part of me and something I still feel, I do not have the choice. I mean I do have it but right now, I am desperate and will do anything to get something that will help me with the problem I have. Except maybe of course being owned by Sebastian Lord.

The lights inside the ballroom turned off and spotlight pointed on the person of the bidding.

Yes, people. Human auction.

There is nothing wrong with this event of course because it's for the charity. That's what I told my self many times. The only thing that is not setting well with me is being one of the persons to be auctioned.
I can refuse the organizer, my cousin, but then, after the last meeting with the heartless Sebastian, I have to take action and get all the possible card for our little game of dominance and submission.

And this event, on my knowledge will help me. You can meet rich business men here. And it's time to introduce myself to them. I reminded myself.

I talked to William after I walked out of the coffee shop and I told him the past events happened between me and the devil. The way he commented on what should I do made it clear that he is somewhat pissed off with the whole situation I'm in. And honestly, I love him for that. For being a friend but then he warned me the next time Sebastian will try something that'll hurt me, he'll do what he has to do to protect me.
Though that's what I don't like. I don't want him to get involve and besides, I don't like being protected. I am capable of doing that on self.

Upon the situation happening, this event tonight wherein I will be sold for about God knows how much in exchange for a date with me, I dressed up as the way I should.

I wear a dark red long gown which has its cut on the either side of my thighs. The v-shaped design on the front teasing people of my cleavage. And the back. The demon back of my dress wherein it has a low cut going down to the end of my spine almost reaching the top of my bottom making it visible that I do not wear any bra.

Smoky eyes and tempting red luscious lips. My hair in a messy stylish bun.

Killer red heels.

And doing this for three years now, it does not lessen the pressure of being the main item for tonight. The crowd has a dim light shining on my them but it was dark for me to see all the people in attendance. I looked at the far right side of the room and found the man casually sipping his champagne.

For the past three years, he managed to win me. Never letting anyone bid higher and get the chance of me being stolen from him.

And I am thankful and happy for that. Because I don't get the hassle of being with a stranger and end up on the uncomfortable tension with them trying to get in my pants.

I smiled at him and he raised his glass to me. A gesture to assure me that I don't have to worry.

"And for the main event", I heard the host and the light landed on me blinding my eyes for a minute.

" Miss Trisha Aycliffe!", he announced and I heard some cheers and applause.

The audience ranged from maybe 5 years younger than me to older men enough to be my father or uncle.

"Let's start the bid with 10,000 dollars", with that, I thought I heard myself pray for William to win. There is something about the way the atmosphere lifted into a different tempo when I thought I saw a familiar figure at the back of the ballroom.