Acquired: A Billionaire Auction Romance

by Charlotte Byrd

  All of the bride’s family and friends were beautiful too. They were the majority of the people who spoke that night. I recognized a few of Tom’s friends, but most of these people were strangers to me. It seemed like he had started a new life with her, and had a clean slate after me.

  I grabbed Grant’s hand and then excused us again from the table. The party wasn’t over, but I was done with it. I pulled him back to the room.

  22

  Grant

  After talking to Tom, April was more and more interested in me. I was so relieved. I was worried that he would try to win her back. I’m glad he didn’t. When we got back to the room she immediately kicked off her shoes and led me to the bed. My pulse was racing again. I was so thrown back by her abrasiveness that it gave me butterflies. I felt cheery and I also kicked off my shoes.

  She pulled me in by my neck, kissing me. She tasted like cherries. She was lovely. I began to pull at my belt, but she took my hands and gently rested them on her waist. She was so soft. I wanted to shock her. I was going to. I was going to drive her wild.

  I grabbed at her waist and leaned over her again. I kissed and kissed, my heart racing more and more. As it went on, I began to kiss her faster and harder. She gasped under the kisses. I moved my hands to her back and let my tongue into her mouth, twirling it over and over around hers. She sighed.

  I wanted her so bad. I wanted her now. I was going to have to make it last, though. I was going to milk every minute of this, enjoying all of her body. She was so curvy. She was hot. I pulled at my belt again, this time getting it out of my pants.

  April pulled back, letting down her hair and shaking it back and forth. The bun had curled the ends of it into gentle waves. She was stunning. She looked at me through heavy lidded eyes. “You’re so sexy.” I whispered. She smiled and pulled me back in. I kissed her neck. She let her head fall to the side and took every bit of it with pleasure. She smelled like lilacs. Her hair was soft. I pushed my hands into it, feeling all of it. She sighed again.

  I couldn’t handle it when she made noise. It made me harder and harder. I hadn’t been this aroused before. I wanted to have her. I wanted her bad. I stopped kissing her and went back down to her feet, lifting her dress. This time I lifted it over her head. He bra didn’t match her panties. It was adorable. I kissed her neck and started to work my way down. I kissed her breast. Unhooking her bra, I pulled it off with my teeth. I was going to use all the tricks I could to impress her.

  “Very talented,” she giggled. She sighed as I resumed kissing. I sucked on her softly. Her legs wriggled beneath me and I felt her hands grip at my hair. I was becoming harder and harder as she did, letting out soft moans as I kept kissing.

  She pulled me up to her face, using her hands to unbutton my shirt. I pulled off my tie, tossing it to the floor. Her hair was already a little bit crazy, and it just turned me on more.

  I let the shirt slide off my arms and pulled off my under shirt quickly. Leaning to the side, I slid my hands down her waist and into her underwear. They were wet. I played with her, going in circles. My fingers danced, and she breathed heavier, hanging on my lips with hers. Her hands worked quickly, unbuttoning my pants and unzipping them. She felt me from outside of my underwear, stroking me slowly.

  I bit her lip. It made her gasp. I couldn’t help myself at all. I moved to her ears and sucked softly on the lobe. She sighed again, and rubbed faster and faster.

  I pushed her underwear down, in hopes she would do the same with mine. She didn’t. She stroke harder and harder. I put my fingers in her, pulsing back and forth. She rocked with me, grabbing my arm with one of her hands. She squeezed and moaned louder.

  “Take my pants off.” I whispered to her. She opened her eyes and slowly lowered my pants to my bent knees. I kicked them back. “Now the boxers.” I watched her as she lifted the band and pushed them down too. My dick was hard. I rolled a condom from my pocket down on it.

  She spread her legs, bending them at the knees. I pushed into her gently, thrusting slowly. She put her hands on my neck and pulled me into her, kissing me. She was tight. I took my hand and moved it down to her clit, playing with it as I humped her. She moaned louder and louder.

  I couldn’t help myself. I went faster and faster. I loved the way she sounded. It was so hot. I caught myself sighing, too. She pulled me in hard, and I started kissing her harder. She rolled over and sat on top of me.

  She pushed with so much force. I didn’t expect that. When she bounced, her boobs bounced with her. I put my hands on them, gently playing with her nipples. She kept sighing and kept bouncing, growing louder and louder.

  She kept beating on me, harder and harder until she started moaning very loudly. The headboard beat against the wall. I could feel myself bubbling up. I put my hands on her thighs and pushed from the bottom.

  I bit my lip. My pulse was high. I felt her hot and wet on me. She rocked back and forth, spinning around and around on top of me.

  I pushed her back over and went back on top. Holding her legs up, I humped faster than I had before. I went deep, all the way in. Until I came. It sent chills down my spine. She grabbed at my back, leaving marks where her fingers had been. I humped a few more times until I pulled out.

  I had never experienced sex that was that great, or at least, not for a very very very long time. She panted on the bed, exhausted and sweating. She was so adorable.

  “That was something.” She breathed, pushing her hair behind her ears.

  I couldn’t speak. I was overwhelmed. I just kissed her on the mouth. It sent more chills down my back. I hadn’t felt this way in a long time. I didn’t know what love felt like, but this was the closest I had gotten.

  She pulled back and smiled at me. After kissing my sweaty forehead she went to the bathroom and put her pajamas on. Even though the TV played shows, I was distracted. I thought of her. I wondered what we would do after this weekend. I wanted to see her frequently. I wanted to see her forever.

  She fell asleep quickly so I turned the TV off. Tucking her in, I kissed her forehead. Even though I had been upset earlier, I was happy to have met her. I felt like I should have been the one paying this time. It was a magical weekend.

  I had a hard time going to sleep. Thoughts of earlier kept racing though my head and gave me more butterflies than before. Remembering the moments would make me hard enough alone. I wanted her again, but couldn’t stand to wake her up. I went to bed after a while. She looked so peaceful next to me.

  23

  April

  I didn’t realize my phone was ringing at first. I thought it was a melody that was part of my dream. My sleep-crusted eyes shot open as soon as I figured out that I wasn’t prancing in a meadow. I must have forgotten to turn off an alarm, or maybe I accidentally set one. Grant stirred. For a second I thought I had woke him up. He turned over and continued to breathe his long and heavy sleep breaths. My screen was like sunlight through a magnifying glass to my eyes. Squinting through my eyelids, I saw I had one missed call. It was from Tom.

  I let out a heavy, heaping sigh. There must have been some rule of etiquette he was breaking about the amount of times he had talked to his ex-fiancée at his current engagement party.

  I snuck out of the room, slowly and as quietly as I could. I didn’t want to wake Grant. I didn’t want him to think that I was weak for encouraging Tom. I wasn’t encouraging him. I didn’t want him to call me. It was exhausting to be here and not away from the terror of his presence. I thought I had missed him. Now I miss the days where I could go hours without thinking about him once. Or at least, without seeing him once.

  Almost as soon as I let the door lightly click shut my phone began to ring again. It was Tom again, right on queue. I slid my finger over the screen and answered.

  “Hello?”

  “April?”

  “It’s six in the morning.”

  “Hi. I know. Sorry. Good morning.”

  “Hi?” I knew there had to be more to this than a wak
eup call. There always was something that made what could have been simple infinitely more complex. “It’s six in the morning?” I said it like a question. I was unable to phrase all of my real questions. If I hadn’t woken up only moments ago, maybe I would have been smart enough to just turn my phone on silent.

  “I know. I said sorry.” There was his snark.

  “Couldn’t you have texted? Or waited to call when humans are awake?”

  “I need to see you. Now.” He said it like a command. “This can’t wait any longer.”

  “Is someone in trouble or something?”

  “…No.”

  “Is there an emergency?”

  “Yes.” I could tell he was lying.

  “Is there an emergency that requires my immediate attention?”

  “I need to see you now.” He said again. “Come down to the lobby.”

  My only course of action was to follow. I sighed heavily. It seemed to be the only thing I was in control of anymore. I could only express myself through insignificant signs of annoyance. “Fine.” I pushed the door open slightly, hoping even more now not to wake Grant. I kicked flip flops on and then exited the room as quietly as I could.

  The elevator ride was long. My brain was now processing at a speed where I could frantically worry about everything. My stomach turned in knots. I made a mental list of all the things in the world I didn’t want to do right now.

  10. Get lost in the sewers of LA

  9. Pluck out each of my leg hairs individually

  8. Be water boarded

  7. Get burned at the stake for being a witch

  6. Fight my way out of a rainforest

  5. Get stranded on a desert island, inhabited by cannibals

  4. Retake my final exams

  3. Live in a world of flesh eating zombies

  2. Go to Tom’s Engagement party

  1. Talk to Tom

  I looked at the red button on the elevator. I could force it down and get locked in here. I wouldn’t have to think of any of this for at least one hour. I could turn the inside of the elevator into a tiny house and show it off to HGTV. I could be the woman who famously made an elevator into an adorable abode.

  The numbers on the elevator counted down. I did nothing but stare at them as they initiated my inevitable doom. The lobby floor dinged. The doors parted, opening on an almost empty lobby, the only inhabitants being hotel staff doing their morning chores and Tom, sitting at a table where you had a direct view of the elevators. I had no choice but to sit by him now. He saw me.

  With each step I considered a new escape plan. “I have a call from the president. I need to take it.” No, it needed to be more realistic.

  “My dad is having a heart attack and my mom is having a stroke.” Too realistic and too morbid.

  “I have explosive diarrhea.” That one was good. That was realistic. People experienced that. I can pretend that.

  Several tiny steps and deep breaths later and I was at his table, staring in the eyes of the beast. He smiled up at me, his fangs gleaming, ready to snap the neck of his prey, me. I stood, frozen.

  “Hi April.” I said nothing I stood, staring at him. If I made myself look larger than him, maybe that would scare him away. I could puff up my chest and growl.

  “I forgot how nice you look without makeup.”

  What a smoozer. I hated him. I hated his dumb face that looked so happy on Instagram. In front of me, though, he didn’t look so thrilled. I could see worry lines on his forehead and his brows seemed heavier than usual. I stood my ground, still frozen before him.

  “Do you want to sit down? This could take a bit.”

  I sat, putting my palms on my lap. As soon as they were out of his line of sight I immediately began picking at my nails. I would need to wear them down to the nubs to get through this conversation.

  “What’s the emergency?” I said, with no feeling in my voice. I was able to keep it from quivering. I had an idea of what he wanted. I knew what he was going to say. He was going to try and hurt me. He was going to make me feel lower than I had since he left. He was going to rub it in my face that I wasn’t happy, that I wasn’t living out some dream life like he was. I looked at his palms on the table. He had also been picking at his nails and moved on to chewing on them. I didn’t know what to say to him so I just repeated myself. “What’s the emergency? What couldn’t wait till daylight?”

  “I need you, April.” He coughed out through teeth clenched around his nails.

  My heart stopped then resumed beating, pumping faster than it had ever pumped before. I couldn’t believe my ears. I knew that he hadn’t hated me by the way he acted at the past two parties, but hearing that was too much to handle. I had to be hallucinating. Was I still dreaming?

  I didn’t know what to say. I said nothing. I looked at him, biting the ends of his fingers. “What?”

  “I miss you.”

  “Uh…”

  “Hear me out. I know I don’t deserve you back. I don’t even deserve to be friends with you. I ruined what we had and I’m sorry. It’s just the accident was hard on me too…” He looked me in the eyes for a brief moment. His gaze switched back to the empty table in front of us.

  “I just didn’t know that you were what was missing. I felt like I had this… this void in my life. I was looking all over the place to fill it. I thought maybe my job would help, and it did for a while but all that joy has left me. To be honest, I don’t know how long I’m going to have that job anyway. So then when the job didn’t work, I thought that maybe I was just lonely. And I think I was. And now, looking at you and what you have I… Well, seeing you with Grant made me realize how much I miss you. I knew I had lost a good thing, I just didn’t know that It was meant to be.” He reached his hands under the table and clasped mine. His palms were sweaty and hot. I couldn’t stand the way they felt on me.

  “You complete me, April.”

  We sat there for a long time in silence. I had no idea what to do. Had I have come to this alone, I would have taken him back immediately. Of course, he wouldn’t have wanted me because I wasn’t alone. Now when I looked across the table I didn’t see some perfect man who left me for a better person. I saw a child who was unable to make up his mind. He just wanted the toys other kids were playing with, no matter what toy he had. It was never enough. Travis was right.

  “No.” I said quietly. I didn’t know what else to say. I didn’t have anything else to say. I saw his eyes. They welled up with water.

  “What?”

  I didn’t respond. He let the tears drop out, burying his head into his palms. He was crying. Sobbing. This is exactly what a child would have done if you had taken their once special toy away, moments after they have left it in the dirt. We sat there, speechless at the table. The only sound filling the lobby was Tom’s gasping cries.

  “I should have known.” He stuttered out. “I should have known better than to make a fool of myself. I just saw his face and I saw your face. And I knew. I knew that I made you that happy before. And you. You made me that happy. We were so good. Why did I give you up? I should have known. I should have held onto you. And now you’re doing better. You have the perfect job and the perfect boyfriend. You’re going to be successful and famous and some day you won’t even remember my name. You and Grant.” He choked as he spoke. “You two are going to live in some great big mansion and go on trips and get married and live the happily ever after ending that is only in fairytales.”

  “No.” I said again. This time, it was with more remorse in my voice. He stopped babbling.

  His lips quivered as he looked at me. “What?”

  “We won’t have that life.” I said. It was true. We wouldn’t have that life. No one would. No one could. I had thought that if anyone were capable of it, it would have been him. I realized that fairytales weren’t based on life. They were just based on glimpses of reality. No one had a happy perfect life. Everyone just lived their best version of one. The world would never allow fo
r perfect people or perfect things. If it had, then life would be boring and eventless, ever person already paired off from beginning to end. There would be no art and no reason to have art. We would be like animals. “Grant and I aren’t all you make us up to be.”

  His face turned again. It was red and blotchy with shiny stains were the tears had ran down. “Yes you are. I know you guys aren’t perfect, but he has you. You’re perfect. You just aren’t perfect together.”

  My mind was spinning. I had to stop him from saying anymore while I could. “Me and Grant have nothing to do with you and your future.”

  “No. But you have everything to do with my future. I’ll be a mess without you.”

  “No, you don’t understand. Grant and I… we aren’t what it looks like.”

  He sniffed. “What do you mean?”

  “Grant didn’t want to come to this.”

  He chuckled a little. I could feel the lump in my neck. It was going to be harder than I thought to comfort Tom. “I can’t blame him for not wanting to come. I wouldn’t want to go to your wedding, and I know that …”

  “No. You don’t understand.” I said again. I looked into his eyes, blood shot and red. I didn’t want to say it. I tried to signal to him, to beg with my face for him not to make me say it. He looked more confused than ever. “Grant isn’t all that he seems.”

  “I don’t understand.” He said. His face was puffy and swollen from crying, but the tears had stopped.

  “No, you don’t. Grant… He is an escort. He isn’t… He…” I couldn’t form words. I started to babble as badly as he was. I wished that if I could take it back. I wondered if maybe I said enough words he would have just forgotten everything I had said. Was it too late to use the diarrhoea line? Would that distract him?