“Where the hell have you been you little slut?”
Chapter Three
Kip
I took the plunge and signed up for the mail order bride website. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to be governor at any cost. I couldn't see myself being happy if I let the opportunity pass me by. After signing up I scrolled through the website to become familiar with how it all worked. I realized that the girls weren't priced as if it was a retail purchase, you had to bid on them. May the best man win so to speak. I was surprised to see so many women involved in something like that. They wanted a better life then the one they had, some of them just wanted to be rich heiresses. While others were poor and looking for a way out of their country. It took a lot of bravery to do something like that, to go on a site and be whisked away by a man you didn't know. You could only hope that a kind man purchased you. There were thousands of them. It was like picking a needle out of a haystack. How would I find the one that I wanted? What if I picked the wrong one or worse, what if I lived to regret this decision for the rest of my life? Like how does one really go about buying a wife? It was a little absurd and I was starting to question Darren's sanity for getting me involved with this kind of scheme. He better hope that I win the position of governor if he knew what was good for him.
Once I had things figured out I began scrolling through some of the girls' profiles. I was looking for a knockout who wouldn't end up annoying me with ridiculous interests. I would have to spend significant amount of time with this woman so I didn't want to choose someone who would drive me insane. I hoped that the girl would enjoy being a homebody and generally leave me alone for the most part. I didn't want to have to deal with her much; I was thinking of this as a business proposition and nothing else. She needed to be okay with that. However I also didn't want some ugly, overweight broad that I would have to spend time with. I had a reputation after all and people expected me to be with a certain type of woman. Not only for my reputation but being governor I had to have a woman beside me that had class and good taste. She didn't need to have that right away, as long as she learned it. I didn't have time to find someone of good breeding, so she had to be a shoe-in right in the door. Someone smart and sexy who could learn the ropes of high society quickly. That was the best that I could hope for. I wasn't about to date a raging disaster and then have to clean up a mess later. The girl that I chose had to be pretty perfect, she was about to be the governors wife after all; that mattered. She would be one lucky girl that was for sure, to just walk into a life of wealth and luxury, all those gold diggers out there would be brokenhearted for sure. I was pretty sure that my own assistant was vying for the position; she would have to dream bigger I was afraid.
I noticed that you could choose the country that the girl came from as there were other areas on the site. Out of curiosity I clicked on the Indonesia page and started scrolling. It didn't really matter to me where the girl came from as long as she met my other requirements.
That was until I stopped scrolling as I saw a girl that doesn't look Indonesian at all. It said she was Australian but had been living in Indonesia for a few years. She was stunning, breathtaking even. I had never seen anyone so beautiful in my life and I had been with many beautiful women. She had the body of a goddess, a body that I wanted to touch and taste badly. I didn't think that it was possible to find a woman so beautiful. I had to have her. She was completely perfect for me in every way.
I could definitely handle her interests, especially the fact that she was into sports and the mention of freedom intrigued me. I certainly could relate to that. She was also...a virgin. That I liked very much. A woman that would only be with me, unspoiled. It also amazed me that an untouched woman would want to do something like that, marry a man she didn't know, didn't love? I wondered what her life must be like in Indonesia. Why was she on there, was she poor, abused, both? Or wa she simply looking for a way out of Indonesia?
I sat back in my chair and thought about it. Australian accents always did something to me and I had always missed one of the Australian girls that used to work for me before she moved back home. She had been hot and every time she spoke I swore I got hard. She was also good in bed and the way she talked was such a turn on. We had been just friends with benefits and that’s all I had ever wanted to be but I always missed that Australian accent and her sexual experience. I had hated to see her go. She had been a wonderful addition to my life, though I had not wanted anything serious. Which was probably partly why she was so willing to go in the first place. Usually what happened with the women in my life was that they would leave, rather abruptly, when they realized I was not courting them but just looking for some fun. There was a rare few that stuck around because they liked to be pampered but for the most part they bailed when they realized I had no intention of dating them long term.
By the look of her picture she appeared to be in her early 20's which was absolutely perfect for me. I looked at the bidding details and saw that the bidding would start for her that day. I liked the sound of that. She was the girl that I wanted, I was sure of that. Having her by my side would surely make an impression on the society around me. It would be like having an angel on my arm. Grace...what a perfect name for the girl that I was looking at.
I started bidding and felt confident that I would win the lady that I wanted. She was an absolute stunner. My fear was that every man in the country would start bidding on her as well.
Two hours later, I was in a bidding war with another client that and was furious about it. I had closed much harder contracts in my sleep and yet I couldn't even get the girl I wanted. By the time the night was over, I had spent $150,000 but the girl was finally mine. If anything I got one hell of a bargain. I would have spent any amount of money to make sure that she was mine. A million dollars would have been too less. The girl was that beautiful. Helen of Troy eat your heart out, I had the most beautiful woman in the world bought and paid for.
My breath caught as I realized what I had done. Holy shit, I just bought me a bride. I was really doing this. In two week time Grace would be at my mansion in San Francisco. There was no backing out now.
Well here goes nothing.
Chapter Four
Grace
I needed to find out my status on the site and without a computer I had to get into town and find one. There was a chance that I had a new life, waiting for me. I just had to get to a computer. I stole myself out of my parents house and made my way to the one place that I knew they had internet. The only place I knew of was on the outskirts of the city that I had gone to for the interview. Once I arrived I sat down, my heart beating hard, and logged into the email that the company provided for me. There was a message for me from the company telling me that there was an auction put in for me after so many people favorited my profile.
Holy crap! I had been so popular that they had put me up for auction. There had been many men that were interested in giving me a better life. I couldn't believe it. I had been so afraid that no one would want me and there had been more than one. I had been more popular than I could have dreamed of, people really liked me.
I read the rest of the email and gasped. Someone had one the bid, I was officially purchased. I sat back in my chair unsure of how I felt about the whole thing. My mind was swirling in a million different directions and I didn't know how to slow my brain. I was about to have a different life, would it be better than the one I had? It would have to be, wouldn't it? I looked at the bidding information but they did not disclose the amount that the client had paid for. Did it matter? I wouldn't mind knowing what it cost to acquire someone like me? Did I sell for $1, $20, a penny? It did matter to me, what someone would think that I was worth.
If I wanted more information I needed to go to the company’s office in the city in Indonesia to get more it. They would only disclose so much information through email, the rest would be in person.
I could have jumped all over the room in a flurry I was so excited. I
t wasn't just excitement at the thought of my freedom from my parents being bought but I also had severe nervousness for the fact that I would find out who bought me. What if he was big and hairy? Shockingly these thoughts hadn't even occurred to me when I was signing up. Now, fear struck me as I realized that I could have been bought by an old man who would be pawing at me every second of the day. It would be like Drew Barrymore in Ever After. What if he shackled me to a chair and made me do chores all day and had sex with me at night. I shuddered at the thought. What had I been thinking, this could potentially be the worst mistake of my life and I had made it so easily. There was no going back. I wondered if it was too late to back out. Probably, yes probably it was far too late to back out of the situation. The client would have paid and I doubted he wanted a refund at that point. I knew what I had been getting into from the beginning, this was what I wanted so I had to suck it up and go through with it.
I was really going to have to go through with this, regardless of who had purchased me. What was done, was done. God knows how bad it could be but it could be a lot worse in my situation with my drunk parents. I couldn't forget why I had signed up to begin with. This was the way things were and my parents were impossible to live with. They wouldn't even miss me when I was gone. I had to go and try to have a better life than the one that I had now. I couldn't be their punching bag any longer. It was time for me to truly live, regardless of who my husband was.
I got on the scooter and immediately headed to the company to find out what I had to do next. When I arrive I am greeted with smiles and congratulations from everyone in the company. It is overwhelming and a little weird to be congratulated for being bought by a stranger. But what could I do, I had put myself in their care. I should at least be grateful that I was placed somewhere quickly.
The same woman that met me on the first day now came out to see me once again. “Grace, how wonderful it is to see you again. Well as you heard we have very good news. But things at this point are going to start moving quickly for you so I hope you are ready.”
I nodded, “Yes, of course.”
“We need you to fill out some paperwork and then you will be on a flight to the USA.”
“Wow, that soon?”
“Well it will be about two weeks before everything is finalized and you get there but that's not a lot of time either. We will be handling your visa application and obtaining you a passport.”
“Of course. It's all so overwhelming.”
“That's completely understandable. But you should be very excited. The client who won you is considered quite the catch.”
My eyebrows raised but I didn't say a word.
The whole day became a whirlwind of motion. The company helped me get everything that I needed. What was even better was that it was all paid for. I didn't have to cover any costs on my own.
When I returned home that evening it was late and my parents had already gone to bed. They probably didn't even notice that I was gone the whole day. I had decided that while I was at the company that I had no intention of telling my parents that I was moving to the US. I didn't need any money from them, the company was giving me a small allowance for any little thing I would need on my trip to the US and everything else was taken care of. I felt like my parents would only ruin things for me. Logically I was a legal adult, they couldn't force me to stay, I was able to make my own decisions. But I felt that being the poisonous influence that they were they would somehow get in the way of me leaving and I couldn't allow that.
Two weeks later I was on an airplane to San Francisco with butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't believe I was about to meet my husband to be. I hadn't told my parents I was leaving just like I had planned. I wished that I could be a fly on the wall when it occurred to them that I wasn't coming back home. I imagined after their initial freak out they would just shrug their shoulders and get on with their day.
When the plane touched down at the airport, I made my way to the front of the airport where a limo was waiting for me. Unsure of what to do at first I walked towards the limo and opened the door. Inside there was a dashing and handsome man who beckoned me to come inside. I smiled nervously as I did as he asked.
“Hello there, I'm Grace. It's nice to meet you.”
He smiled, “It's very nice to meet you as well. My name is Kip, I'm going to take you home with me.”
I was breathless looking at him, I couldn't believe how handsome he was and young. I was thanking my lucky stars that the man I was about to marry wasn't an old man with back hair. In fact in another world Kip could have been the man of my dreams. But right now he was just a stranger.
“How was your flight?”
“Wonderful. It was the first time I have flown first class. It was very luxurious, the hot town was nice.”
He smiled. “that's great. First class is the only way you will be flying from now on.”
It was clear that he was very rich then, otherwise why fly first class. Then of course there was the limo. My heart was beating fast, I was so nervous. He rested his hand on my leg and I almost jumped out of my skin. We drove for another 20 minutes before the limo came to a stop.
“I want you to let me know Grace, if you have any problems.”
“Sure, thank you.” I looked out the window and realized we were at a gate and the gate opened up. The car drove up the driveway and came to a stop again. When I get out I looked up at the house and can’t believe how big it is. I had never seen anything like it, it was a mansion. It was unbelievable, like Cinderella. I was Cinderella; how did this happen? I looked over at Kip and wondered how much money he really had. How much money would it take to own a house like that? Judging by the size it had to be a lot. I never dreamed I would marry into a lifestyle like that. I was just happy to be away from my parents and their abuse. But to come and live there? Would I ever get used to it?
As the evening wore on I realized just how tired and hungry that I was. We walk inside the mansion and a man dressed in a tux approached us. He first whispered something into Kip's ear before turning to me.
“Marcus, Grace has some bags in the car. Can you bring them up to her room please?”
“Of course Sir.”
“Fantastic,” he looked at me, “Marcus will take you to your room and if you are hungry after your travels please let him know.”
I just nodded, wondering why Kip wasn't joining me. Once Marcus retrieved my bags I followed him up a staircase and down a long hallway. The house seemed to be so much bigger inside. When we arrived to my bedroom I gasped as I entered it. My room was practically the size of the house that I lived in with my parents. I couldn't even believe that this would be mine. It was decorated very chic like the upper eastsiders did on that show Gossip Girl. It was beautiful and in my wildest dreams I never thought that I would be in a position to stay in such a room. I walk slowly around the room as Marcus set down my bags and waited for me. There was a walk in closet that was completely bare, how could anyone ever hope to fill such a space? I couldn't even imagine having that many clothes. I also had my own bathroom with a claw foot tub and a separate shower. My personal space spoke of elegance and class. It occurred to me then that I had a separate room from Kip and I was relieved by that. I didn't expect that but I was glad that my first night in the house would not require me to fall asleep with a stranger in my bed. It was thoughtful of Kip to allow me to get comfortable first.
“Will you be needing anything else miss?”
I turned to him, “I'm famished. But I think I would like to take a bath first.”
“Of course. I will bring a tray of food up for you and you can eat whenever you would like.”
“Thank you Marcus.”
“Any time miss, welcome.”
I smiled and waited until he left, closing the door behind him. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I sat on the edge of the tub and turned on th etap, filling the tub with hot water. As I watched the tub fill, I thought of home. My parents ne
ver allowed me to take long showers or to fill a bathtub of water because it cost too much. There I was filling a tub with hot relaxing water and I couldn't wait to get inside. When I took a bath at home, I was rarely covered in water because I was only allowed to fill it halfway, it became more chilly and uncomfortable than anything. I eventually just took showers instead. So, I was really going to enjoy this bath.
I slipped out of the dress that the company had purchased for me. They had bought me some clothes to bring with me, I couldn't exactly show up like a pauper. Once undressed, I slipped into the steaming bath and laid down. I rested my head on the back of the tub and couldn't remember a time that I ever fell so good. If things only got as good as the bath felt then I would be a happy woman. I couldn't remember how long I laid in the bath but at some point I heard Marcus return and set down a plate in the other room. I wondered what he had prepared for me. How crazy was it, that I had a butler who just brought me food whenever I wanted it?
I stepped out of the tub and drained it. I grabbed one of the towels from the closet in the bathroom. I wrapped the lush towel around my body. “Wow, what kind of towel is this?” I muttered. It was so plush and soft. I dried myself off and found a robe behind the door, dressing in it. I headed out to my bedroom and found I was alone once again. I saw the tray that Marcus had prepared and lifted the tray top to see what was inside. Chicken, vegetables and seafood all elegantly placed on a plate. I had never even tried seafood before but the aroma that came off the plate was intoxicating. I devoured the food in minutes, happy that I hadn't eaten with Kip, for fear he would see just how hungry that I was. After dinner I laid down on the bed thinking how handsome Kip was, I certainly had lucked out in that area. He also seemed like a really nice person and I wondered again why he hadn't wanted to spend his first night with me, even just talking. It didn't matter however I was just so grateful that he had saved my life.
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