Bought And Bound By The Billionaire

Chapter 3

JULIAN

From the moment I stepped into the auction room, I knew I should have been home, or in my office, with my head buried in work.

This wasn't my style. Or even a place for me.

But when my stupid nephew had told me that one of my biggest rivals was attending, I knew I couldn't miss this opportunity for anything in the world.

At thirty-four, I certainly liked challenges, and Fabian Rodriguez had posed a challenge the moment he had whisked my most important client away from under my nose.

I was still investigating to find out why such a mess had happened.

But for now, I was invested in making his life a living hell.

I took my seat by the corner, completely shielded in the darkness as I watched Fabian take his own seat right at the front.

No one should have known who the next person was, and there were ten of us. But I knew.

Perks of being the owner of the club.

"Gentlemen, we would soon begin for the night." Lucas' voice sounded through the room, drawing my attention to the fact that he had even entered.

I had been so engrossed in staring at Fabian and concorting all the plans I had for him, that I hadn't realized it was time.

If I were being honest though, I wasn't here, just because of Fabian.

Before I had come in, for a moment there, I had seen a woman, but she had disappeared before I got a good glimpse of her.

But that red hair was something that was glued to my mind.

"I hope you are ready, because in the next couple of minutes, we would be greeted by the finest of women, and you know just how these things go..." He trailed off, winking at theen who cheered, with Fabian being the f*****g cheerleader.

Fool.

"Okay then, enjoy.." Lucas said, and bowed his head, before leaving.

The lights went off, and then remained switched off, except for the stage which was replaced by a warmer light.

Each table/booth, also turned on, but it was so dim you couldn't really see anyone's face.

I scoffed.

The auction was my nephew's idea, and while it generated a lot of money to the club, another reason I was here today, was to tell him that this was the very last.

All my thoughts came to a halt as the curtain opened and a line up of women, catwalked to the stage, wearing different colors of trenchcoats.

The only thing visible were their lips, and ankles which were all clad in black stockings, save for one, which was class in red net stockings.

Interested.

They spread out, each holding their numbers up, from one to ten, before dropping it and playing their hands on the poles in front of them.

"Number ten seems hot as hell already, but I have all night!" Fabian said excitedly, raising his stupid voice whole the rest of us remained quiet.

Ten was the red socks girl.

The rules were simple:

Watch them dance, pick a girl, request for a lap dance, counter request with money, if your girl is picked, then bid for ownership.

Simple as abc.

My eyes were on red stockings.

And whoever Fabian picked.

The music started, and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets when they removed their trenchcoats and revealed what they wore underneath.

Once again, red stockings girl wore a blood red dress that pretty much covered just her breasts and her mound. Every other thing was exposed for my eyes.

I felt something stir in my trousers as she hooked leg around the pole, and made her way up like literal snake.

Okay, this was definitely more than I bargained for.

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LYRA

Nervousness hit me like a ton of bricks.

Maybe I shouldn't have come out.

Maybe just maybe, I should have gone home like Lucas had suggested. Or at least listened to Rachel.

Now here I was, lit up like a piece of antique painting, waiting to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.

Yes, it was going to be a good way to payback Lucas, but at what cost?

I let go of the pole, leaning back so my body dangled in the air, while my right leg was the only thing keeping me from falling ten feet to my death.

Yes, it was that high.

After a few seconds, I reached for the pole, so I could have good balance. Once I was well balanced, I reached behind me, smiling sexily, before unclasping the hook that held my dress and licked my lips when the soft material slid off me, and down to the floor.

Gasps could be heard across the room, especially from the man closest to the stage, although I couldn't see his face.

As I pulled back again, this time, holding the pole and stretching my legs as far as they could go, before doing a split in the air, that was when I heard the first bid.

"One hundred thousand dollars for the lady in red."

Wait...what?

"Two hundred for a lap dance from the lady in red."

I looked around me. I was the only one in red.

Perspiration gathered on top my lip.

Fuck!

I definitely hadn't thought this through.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand for a lap dance from the lady in red." Another voice called, and then the room went quiet.

I knew I had to keep dancing.

So, even with my heart in my mouth, I continued.

And waited for what was to happen next.

After a few seconds of dancing, I saw a familiar figure walk towards me and stop just below.

"Come down, Chica."

It was Lucas.

All my fear disappeared as a coy smile found its way to my lips.

This was the beginning of my revenge.

I made my way down, making sure to keep eye contact with him as he reached for my hand.

It was when I was standing in front of him, that I saw exactly when recognition hit.

"f*****g hell....Lyra..." It was a whisper. But icy as hell.

I said nothing as I waited for him to lead me towards whoever was getting a lap dance from me.

"I swear I'm going to kill you." The smile didn't leave my face as I followed him to where he was guiding me to. "I will kill you L_" his words were interrupted by a deep baritone from behind the room.

"One million dollars for a lap dance from the lady in red." The voice sent chills through my body.

"f**k!" Even Lucas seemed shocked.

I frowned lightly as our destination changed and I was taken to the new bidder.

For some reason, my legs started to shake.

And it was not from fear or anything crazy, but something I couldn't place my fingers on.

I wondered who this new bidder was, that had just given away a whole one million dollars for a damn lap dance.

We stopped in front of him, and since I wasn't being blinded by the lights anymore, I could see a silhouette of the man.

Lucas squeezed my arm painfully, making me gasp lightly, before walking away, footsteps heavy.

Why I should have been doing a victory dance, I suddenly wasn't feeling so victorious as I faced this stranger.

I must have stood there in front of him for what seemed like hours, but was a mere couple seconds, before he spoke again.

"Come." He said, sending another bout of shivers down my spine again.

Why was his voice so....hot?

And if his voice could have this effect on me, then I definitely wanted to see his face.

I was no virgin. Far from it.

But never in my very selectively few s****l escapades had I been so turned on by someone's voice.

"Come, princess." He commanded again, and this time, I obeyed.

He reached out his hand for me and I placed mine on his, knowing fully well that his touch will have an effect on me, but not knowing just how much it would.

Warmth seeped through his larger palm as it enclosed around mine, up my arms, and straight to my belly where I felt butterflies flutter.

I split my legs so I could sit on him, and almost moaned when I finally did.

What was this, and who was this man?

"Hmm.." he whispered, letting go of my hand and slipping his hands around my waste instead, before pulling me closer to him so we were only a hair's breath apart.

I felt something shift beneath me, poking directly at my center. Heat followed immediately, and I forced myself not to gring into what I knew was his hardening c**k.

I bit my lips.

This was definitely not what a lap dance was supposed to be.

I mean, it was part of it..but I wasn't supposed to get aroused. I never got aroused.

What was happening to me?

"Uhmm..." I whispered, forcing myself to swallow as my throat seemed to dry up.

All this while, I had my gaze glued to his chest, not having the courage to look at his face, even if a huge part of me was extremely curious as to what he looked like.

"Look at me."

And I did.

Slowly, I looked up from his suit-clad chest, to his neck, which was well fit with a black tie.

When my eyes landed on his face, I gasped loudly.

The man, in whose arms I sat, was easily the most handsome man I had ever laid my eyes on.

Very grey eyes that were almost transparent in the dim lighting, were framed by a well cut face that were slightly rough around the edges.

His hair was as black as midnight, and looked rich, thick, and curly. My hands itched to run through them to test just how they would feel.

His nose was sharp and pointed.

His lips.

Oh dear...his lips..

I bit my own lip, trying to clamp down on the urge to kiss or bit his full red lips.

I was sure the creator had dedicated a whole day in creating him...

"Are you gonna stare all night, or do what I paid a million dollars for?" His voice was rough.

"Name?" I asked, knowing fully well that that was not part of this exchange, but I didn't care. I wanted to put a name to the face.

He stared at me with his gaze hard, and his face expressionless.

"Julian." He said, tightening his hold on my waist, to which I reacted by squeezing my ass out if pure reflex.

Julian frowned lightly, and I watched as his lips parted.

"Name?" He threw back.

I swallowed, lifting my hand to place them on his shoulders. "Lyra."

"Lyra." Him saying my name sent the butterflies in my stomach raging.

I pushed my hip forward, holding firmly on his shoulders as I rolled my waste, enjoying the jolt that ran through me with each movement.

His c**k was certainly very obvious, poking right at my center.

"Lyra, how would you like a proposal from me right now?" Julian suddenly asked, surprising me.

I frowned. "What proposal?"

He smirked. "I want to f**k you, Lyra. I mean that where this night is going to lead to right?" His voice was far from scary as his words sent jolt after jolt straight to my p***y.

"I...I..." I mean, I was single.

Julian laughed. A laugh that was rich a deep. "Don't make a decision now. I would like to tell you just how.... different...my tastes are."

He then winked at me, then rang the bell ok the table. "Ten million dollars and I'm taking her home."

And then he was standing up with me so I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist, and bury my head in his neck.

This wasn't about revenge again.

At least for this night.

My body was telling me thing. A lot of things, and I was gonna listen to it.

For the first time in my life, I was going to do something crazy and not play safe.

"Hold on, princess."

What the heck had I just gotten myself into?