Bought And Bound By The Billionaire

LYRA The sound of a soft whimper was enough to bring me to a screeching halt in a place where I shouldn't have been walking by in the first place. Bouillon street was known for all the shady dealings on earth, and especially by this time, anyone walking by made sure to do so with a speed that could almost be compared to that of a moving vehicle. But then again, my car had been at the mechanics for almost a week now. Not because he hadn't found the fault, or couldn't repair it, but because I didn't have enough money to cover the repair costs. That was what I got for dropping out of college just as I had been about to enter her final year. I shook my head, clearing those thoughts as I focused on the moment. That was a thought for another day. "Is anyone there?" I asked carefully, peeking into the dark alleyway not so far from me. That was where the whimper had come from. No answer. "Hello?" I asked again, scared, but trying my best to look and sound brave. Heck, I shouldn't even be here in the first place. In fact, I should have been at work, a whole one hour ago! When I did not get a response again, I sighed, took just one more peek into the complete darkness, and turned on my heel, prepared to leave, when I heard it again. This time, it was more faint than the last time. A lot of questions ran through my mind as I walked closer, bringing out my phone, and switching on the torchlight, while my other hand was placed in my purse, with my fingers wrapped around the family sized pepper spray bottle. Just in case. There were stories of the alleyways if bouillon street, and I had been a victim once, but if someone needed help, then there was no way I was leaving that person alone. I didn't even want to think of the state the person was at the moment. As soon as I reached the entrance of the alleyway, the loud scream that reached my ears, almost sent my soul out of my body. I screamed back and jumped away, waiting for whatever was going to happen to me, when the sound of a very familiar laughter followed. "Rachel!" I hissed, holding my hand to my chest as my best friend strolled out of the alleyway, with a sheepish look on her face. "You scared the s**t out of me, you i***t!" Oh, how I wanted to smack her head upside down, with the bag in my hand. All Rachel did was laugh as she walked towards where I stood, fuming in anger. "C'mon. I know it was worth the laugh." Rachel mused, pulling me in for a hug which wasn't reciprocated. "I hate you." I rolled my eyes as we stepped away from the alleyway, and in the direction of our workplace. "I love you too." Rachel replied in a sing song voice, then stopped walking. "Hey, didn't you get the message earlier? We won't be needed tonight." I frowned at my best friend. "What message? And why won't we be needed tonight? Today is a Friday, Rachel." As I spoke, I turned my phone to see if I had missed whatever message Rachel was talking about. Sure enough, there was notification on my phone of the said message from Rachel and I couldn't help but groan in frustration. "Yes, but today is auction night. And Lucas doesn't want to see either of us near the stage tonight. According to him, he would be too busy, so he gave us the night off." Rachel proceeded to explain. Fuck. I needed tonight's pay. I had a car to fix for heaven's sake! Lucas was my boyfriend, and the manager of the club where we danced. Yes. I, Lyra Rose, was an exotic stripper. Not really by choice, but by circumstances. I had been so broke, after dropping out of college, and had tried different jobs, only to land here. And since then, I had never gone back. I stared in the direction of the club. "Go on ahead, I will just pop in for a few minutes, and then I will go back home. I'm already almost there anyway, so I should just say hi to Lucas." Rachel pouted. "I know I can't exactly argue with you on this, so yeah. See you at home, chica." She said, and proceeded to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Besides, my little knight in shining armor is waiting for me in his carriage." I laughed at her term of endearment for her boyfriend, and watched as she made her way towards where I knew he will be packed. I shook my head and turned, making my way to the club. When I had gotten a job here, it was as a drink girl, but one night, when the club hadn't opened for the night, I had decided to test my abilities around the pole. And it is safe to say, that I had an audience of both Rachel, and Lucas that night, unknowingly to me. And then the moment my legs had you hed the floor after my performance, my job description had changed. I smiled when I thought of Lucas. He wasn't exactly the most perfect boyfriend on earth, but considering the environment we found ourselves, he was as perfect as he could be. We had hit it off two months into my pole dancing, when I had been robbed at bouillon street, and he had come to my aid. Then and there, it was like my eyes had opened to the fact that the man was attractive as hell, and it had been bliss after that. The only problem he had, was his jealousy. Lucas didn't even want another man to breathe around me, talk less of touch me. And considering the kind of job I had, that was almost next to impossible. I was about to go in through the back door, when I saw three black cars which were obviously part of a convoy, pass. A shiver rushed through my spine, and I found myself watching as the cars slowed, and the windows of one slid down. I didn't even wait to see why, and slipped into the club, heading straight for Lucas' office. Auction nights were a no go area for I and Rachel, as it was literally a thousand times worse than stripping. On auction nights, a line up of elite billionaires of about ten, booked the club to themselves. The girls would strip down till they were completely naked, while these men watched, and when they were satisfied, they bid on whoever they chose or wanted and then the highest bidder went home with the girl. It meant freedom in a way, as you weren't required to come back to the club anymore as you would make a ton of money and may eventually land yourself a billionaire for however long he wanted to keep you. Many girls clamored for it, but I always found it disturbing. It was basically selling your body to the highest bidder to use as he pleased. I may have been a stripper, but my job ended right there on the stage, and on some occasions, in private room. But no one was allowed to touch me. I shivered just as the thought of being in such a position. Even Lucas had done his best to keep me strictly on the stage, but there were times that my being in the private rooms were inevitable. I eyes the door where I knew the girls were getting prepared and walked past, across the empty stage, making my way to Lucas. They really were putting their all for tonight. I wondered if bigger elites were coming, because this, was a lot. The walk to Lucas' office was short. I muffled a laugh at how shocked he was going to be, and prepared myself for his rage, before wrapping my hands around the door knob, and pushing the door opened. Big mistake. The plan had been to immediately open my coat to which I was half naked inside, and give him the quickie of his life, before leaving. What I didn't expect, was for him to be having the quickie, just not not with me. I stared in horror as I watched my boyfriend, his eyes shut, and a familiar look on his face, as he pummeled his way into the girl on the table, groaning while she moaned. I watched in horror as he grabbed her breasts and rolled her n*****s in between his fingers, while her eyes rolled behind her head in pleasure. I watched as he thrust one last hard thrust, then pulled his head back, growling like an animal into the air as he spilled his seed in her. All the while, oblivious that I was standing right there, in the room with them. I mean, there was a whole lot going on at the moment, but the most heartbreaking was the fact that the girl in question, was no other than my own cousin. I screamed, dropping my handbag on the floor. Their shocked faces as they both scrambled around in my direction, was something I was never going to forget. "Lyra! s**t!" Lucas yelled, scrambling for his trousers. The look on his face was full of regret, but I didn't care. I hightailed it out of there immediately. No way in hell or heaven, was I going to waste one more minute in that room with those two betrayers.