Page 67 of Craving Paradise
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. It sucks, and it’s confusing. I’m not sure what I wanted by letting her know the one month was up tonight.You expected her to break her rules and jump you.A little, maybe. It’s that damn pussy power. She’s cast a spell on me. Even when I’ve fucked other people, it’s been great, but it didn’t satisfy me, not like fucking Lauren does. Is it stress induced? There’s a lot going on in my life right now, and maybe Lauren is the one constant I can rely on through it all, so I’ve latched on. Yes, Dr. Phil. Everything in your life is in chaos except sex with Lauren.
Breakthrough.
What the hell do I do now?
You keep fucking her?
Maybe.
The charity auction begins, pulling me from my thoughts, and Lauren was right—it’s crazy to be selling dates with models for this charity’s cause, but everyone seems super into it. One by one, they each get auctioned off, and they all look happy. Next up is Ines, and the bidding was going up quickly, and then I see her ex raising his hand, and a frown forms on her face, confused by his bids. His date is equally confused, too, and doesn’t look happy her partner is bidding on another girl. They are arguing, and the girl storms off before her ex ends up being the winning bid. I was so transfixed by the drama I didn’t put my hand up to bid on her.
Oops.
That’s something a fake boyfriend would have done.
“Last but not least is the youngest of all my daughters, the gorgeous Lauren. Please welcome her to the stage,” the MC of the event, who I now know is Lauren’s father, Lars, says through the microphone. The black curtains pull back, and Lauren walks on the stage, smiling and waving to the audience as if she were stepping on stage for a pageant. The crowd goes wild, and a series of catcalls echo through the ballroom, making me frown at whoever is doing that.Be respectful.I watch transfixed as Lauren walks across the stage looking like a goddess in her Grecian-inspired dress. My dick twitches as he remembers exactly what it’s like to be nestled between that goddess’ thighs, and he wants more. Sorry, little guy, not sure when she will let me back between those thighs again.
“My darling daughter is not only beautiful, but she was also a former model who has graced the pages ofVogue,Elle,Harper’s Bazaar, and many more. She speaks Swedish and French fluently. She loves to travel and is a free spirit. Shall we start the bidding at a thousand pounds for a date with her?” Lars asks the crowd.
People bid, and within five minutes, we are up to ten thousand pounds. I look over at an older man who is hungrily looking at Lauren as if she is a delicious morsel he can’t wait to eat. He looks creepy as fuck, and I can see the way Lauren is gritting her teeth she does not want to be sold to that man.
“Twenty thousand,” I scream out.
Lars turns and looks over at me sitting at the same table where Lauren was sitting earlier, and smiles.
“Sold, to the young man over there,” Lars says, instantly pointing to me.
Lauren’s eyes widen when she realizes who has made the bid.
The crowd erupts into a thunderous round of applause. Lars calls me up to the stage to claim my prize—Lauren. I stand up and reluctantly make my way to the stage. I walk up the stairs and shake Lars’ hand and then greet Lauren, who kisses my cheeks while keeping that fake smile tightly across her face.
“Thank you so much for your generous donation. The charity really appreciates it,” Lars says into the microphone while everyone is still clapping. He then pulls me in close, and his grip tightens. “Treat my daughter with respect, otherwise I’ll hunt you down,” Lars warns through a wide smile.
That just happened. I nod as I grimace at his threat.
Lauren holds out her arm for me so we can link arms, and I escort her off the stage toward the back behind the black curtain. As soon as we are out of sight from the audience, she pulls her arm from mine.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Lauren yells at me.
“You should thank me.”
“Thank you?” She raises her voice.
“I saved you from that crusty old man who was salivating over a date with you. So yes, a thank you would be nice,” I bite back at her, annoyed by her reaction. I was trying to do the right thing. Plus, I donated a large sum of money to charity, so yes, I deserve a fucking thank you.
“Thank you. Are you happy now?”
“Not nearly.”
Lauren’s eyes narrow on me. “I need some fresh air,” she grumbles, turning on her heel and disappearing from backstage, and I let her, feeling equally as annoyed.
“My sister is stubborn.” Ines comes up from behind, surprising me. She gives me a warm smile. “Thank you for donating that money for the charity and saving her from that old man.”
See, why can’t she be more like her sister? She knows I was only trying to help. She could thank me.
“Do you like my sister?” Ines asks, catching me off guard.
Does she know? Or is this a curious observation?