Chapter 1: Want to sell again?
Amy woke up feeling as though her body was falling apart.
It took a long time before she gathered the strength to rise from the bed, the covers sliding off her body, revealing hickeys scattered across her skin.
The bathroom door opened, and a tall, well-built man stepped out.
Wrapped only in a bath towel around his waist, his upper body was sturdy, strong, and lean, crowned by eight-pack abs and a faintly visible Adonis belt...
Drops of water dripped from his short black hair.
Amy stared blankly, momentarily forgetting to snap back to reality.
"What are you staring at? Want to go another round?" the man said, picking up a cigarette from the bedside table and lighting it. He took a drag and glanced at her sideways.
His features were striking, his face carved with well-defined lines, and despite his state of undress, his austere air had not diminished.
Amy quickly averted her gaze, too intimidated to look at him again.
The memories of the previous night's unrestrained passion felt as though every bone in her body had been crushed.
The first time happened on the couch, and the second, in the bathtub.
The bathtub was hard and uncomfortable; it hadn't been pleasant at all, it was downright painful.
Feeling embarrassed, Amy climbed out of bed and hastily dressed in her clothes that lay scattered on the floor. They had been removed intact – not a rip in sight.
Evan watched her dress from the foot of the bed, smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers. Her discomfort made her movements stiff, almost comical, yet there was an unmistakable air of youthfulness about her.
By the time Amy finished dressing, the cigarette was half gone.
Just as she was about to leave, she stopped abruptly and turned to face the man. "You haven't paid me yet."
Evan looked up at her with those inscrutable eyes, his voice roughened by the smoke. "How much do you want?" he asked.
Amy, unfamiliar with the pricing of such transactions and embarrassed, suggested hesitantly, "The going rate."
Evan's smile was slight, his gaze cool as it swept over her. "The going rate?" He echoed mockingly, "For your unimpressive figure, it's not worth much. But since you're a college student, I'll give you two hundred for the night. How's that?"
Amy fell silent, her lips pursing together. She might have lacked experience in this kind of situation and was not quick-witted, but even she could feel the sting of his taunt.
Her eyes reddening, on the brink of tears, she looked like a bullied, frightened rabbit, too timid to retort.
Evan stopped toying with her. He took out his phone, pulled up his contacts, and methodically slid the phone across. "Give me your account, I'll transfer the money to you later."
Amy's eyes brightened briefly. She pulled out her phone and added him on f*******:.
His profile picture was a plain black, as bland and aloof as the man himself, revealing nothing of substance.
Worried, Amy wondered if the amount he mentioned was significant, not sure if he would follow through with the payment or simply wire the trivial sum he had mentioned.
Her first time surely had to be worth more, didn't it?
Hesitating at the door, she summoned her courage and said softly, "At the very least, ten thousand."
After her declaration, she didn't dare to see his reaction. She noted the apartment's door number in her mind and hurried away with a limp akin to a rabbit's.
Evan watched her hastened departure with a snort of amusement. Ten thousand... her naivety in setting a high price amused him.
Clearly inexperienced and naive, but the night before had tempted him to want her time and again.
Her alabaster skin, her long legs, her slender waist, the soft curve of her breast...
The best part was her compliance, her meek and easily led nature.
Such a fresh, untarnished young woman, pure as blank paper – he marveled at her boldness in offering herself up for sale.
Pondering, he brought the phone closer and, without any preamble, asked, "Want to buy ovaries?"
