by CA Quigg
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SOLD
on Spring Break
A Virgin and a Billionaire Romance
The only one who’ll break her in this spring is me.
For the next week, a group of billionaires who call themselves The Exchange have taken over my Gulf Coast resort.
The desperate assholes buy and sell women like livestock.
Please. I’ve never paid for a woman’s company in my life, and I don’t intend to start.
That all changes the second I wrap my arms around Mallory Crane’s soft curves and save her from drowning.
The sweet nineteen-year-old is too pure to fulfil my dark and dominant needs, but I’ll pay whatever it costs to make sure I’m the highest bidder.
I’ll buy her so no one else can have her.
But when she shows how much she enjoys being under my control, I decide to cash in and take what’s mine.
The million-dollar f**k will be worth every penny.
And when spring break ends, she’ll goes back to her life and I’ll go back to mine.
No falling in love.
No happily ever after.
Just pure unadulterated first-time f**king.
A win-win for both of us.
But what if my heart refuses to let her go?
Sold on Spring Break is a standalone romance novella with no cliffhanger and no cheating. It features a dominant billionaire alpha male and a strong BBW heroine who earn their happily ever after. This novella is a super steamy little treat.
Sold on Spring Break
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
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Acknowledgments
About CA Quigg
About Juliana Conners
Bonus Reads
Deceived by Callie Quigg
Larson by Juliana Conners
Sold on Valentine's Day by Juliana Conners
SOLD
on Spring Break
by
CA Quigg
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Chapter One
Mallory
We’re one hour into our drive from Atlanta to Pensacola and have three more to go before we reach the Mineral Falls Resort. My best friend Tanya won us an all-expenses paid trip to the exclusive five-star all-inclusive hotel for spring break week.
I’ve never been to the Gulf Coast, I’ve never been anywhere further than Jackson, Georgia, and I’m beyond excited. White sands and blue water? Hell yes! I roll down the window of Tanya’s beat up silver Toyota and stretch out my hand. Currents of warm air streams through my fingers. Even though it’s only April, summer has arrived in Georgia.
Timber by Pitbull and Ke$ha blasts from the radio and I close my eyes. For the first time in the nineteen years I’ve been alive, I’m free from my dad’s control, judgments, and constant criticisms. Sure, it’s only for a week, but I’ll take what I can.
“I still can’t believe my dad fell for it.”
I open my eyes and turn to face Tanya whose focus is on the fire-engine red lipstick she’s smearing over her lips and not on the road.
“Me neither,” she says, throwing the lipstick into her purse. “I thought for sure he’d want to drive you to the camp himself.”
“If he finds out he’s going to lock me in the attic for the rest of my life.”
Tanya blows a lock of peroxide hair out of her face and gives me a quick glance. “Then we just have to make sure he doesn’t find out.”
“I can’t thank your mom enough for covering for me.”
“No biggie. When I explained why I needed her to say you were helping out at the kids’ camp this week, she was more than happy to give you an alibi. She knows you need a break after what happened with your mom. Stella is going to have a blast. You know my mom will take good care of her.”
“I know, but it’s been a tough four months for her. What if she needs me? She puts on a tough front, but she’s super sensitive.”
The only reason I agreed to go with Tanya is because my little sister won’t be home with my dad while I’m gone. I don’t want her alone with him. He won’t hurt her physically. He isn’t the kind of man who uses his fists to wound. Words are his weapons of choice, and he knows which ones will cause the greatest pain.
All my life, he’s preached hell and damnation, and I’ve done all I can to protect Stella from his batshit crazy talk. Most of the time she shrugs off his lectures, but lately, it seems as if his mission in life is to break her spirit. That won’t happen. Not on my watch.
“My mom has run that camp since before I was born. She knows how to take care of homesick kids. Stop worrying. You deserve a few days away from the God-will-smite-you-down-if-you-don’t-obey-your-father crap.”
Guilt at having people lie for me, tears my stomach to shreds, but, Tanya’s right, I deserve a week away. I deserve a few days digging my toes in white sand with no worries weighing down my shoulders. Although, me not worrying won’t be an easy task. My mom said I came into the world with worry lines creasing my forehead. A lump the size of a football lodges in my throat.
For the past six months, she’s been in a mental health facility undergoing treatment, and I don’t think she really wants to leave. My dad’s incessant need to control every aspect of her life drove her to a breakdown, and she took an overdose. The hospital is a more stable environment for her than home.
“So, tell me more about what we’re doing for the next week,” I say. “You never did quite explain how you won the trip.”
“Oh, I didn’t.” Her voice is evasive, and I know she’s hiding something.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“Nothing. I swear.”
“I’ve known you since Kindergarten. You’re using your lying voice.
”
“Am not.”
“Spill it.”
“Well,” she says, drawing out the Ls. “Have you ever read about how some girls can make lots of money by spending time with men?”
“Aren’t they called prostitutes? But what’s this got to do with our vacation?”
“I wouldn’t say they’re prostitutes, I would say escorts. Much classier than the word prostitute don’t you think?”
I give an exasperated sigh and turn down the music.
“I’m confused. Why are we talking about prostitutes?”
“Escorts,” she corrects. “The competition I entered wasn’t a competition per se. More this thing where I had to send photos of us and answer questions.”
“Like?”
“Like how much would we charge to have dinner with a man. Like if we were virgins and if, hypothetically, we were willing to sell our virginity to someone, then how much would we like to be compensated?”
I slam my palm against the dashboard.
“Stop the car. Stop the fucking car right now.”
Tanya swerves over to the side of the road, and the car screeches to a stop.
“You must be pissed if you’re cussing.”
“You signed us up to be prostitutes?”
“No, not prostitutes. Companions with benefits who get paid. You can do as little or as much as you want.”
“Uh, hello crazy lady, that would be nothing. How could you trick me like this? And anyway, you’re not a virgin.”
She gives me an incredulous look and flicks her hair over her shoulders.
“I technically am. I’ve only slept with one man.”
I snort laugh. “One man since your senior year of high school until two months ago. I would say that’s a couple thousand times.”
“Semantics,” she says and shrugs. “It’s not like they’re going to open my legs and say, ‘Nope. Not a virgin.’ My pussy is still as tight as when I was a virgin. Do you know how much money I could make, Mal?”
I study my overgrown cuticles and feign disinterest. “Don’t care. What I don’t understand is why. You earn good money at the restaurant, right?”
“Here’s the thing.” She clears her throat as if she’s about the cry. “My mom might have to give up the camp. She has no idea I know. The donations are drying up. The money I could potentially make this week could get her through the summer.”
I press my fingertips to my lips “I didn’t know things were that bad.”
Mrs. Haywood’s camp is a haven for at risk kids during school holidays. If it closes, hundreds of kids will lose their one chance at a vacation and respite from their families.
“Can’t she get grants? Do a fundraiser?”
“That would take time. She needs money now.”
“She would never expect you to do anything like this. There has to be another way. Talk to her.”
“She can’t ever know about this.”
“Cross my heart,” I say, making the sign over my chest.
“I have a reserve price of ten-thousand.”
She gives me a nervous smile as if looking for reassurance. “The lady running the auction thinks I could make at least twenty. I’m aiming for fifty.”
“Let me get this straight. Someone will pay fifty thousand bucks to fuck you?”
“Whoa!” She leans back and grins. “That’s second time in you’ve cussed within a five-minute period. Who are you?”
I ignore her teasing, but she’s right, I only swear when I’m mad or shocked. This would count as being shocked mixed with a little bit of mad.
“What if it’s not a resort we’re going to but a shady, back street hotel?”
“The people who are running it are from a company called The Exchange. They’re reputable and have clubs in every state.”
“Never heard of them.”
“Why would you? It’s not like you’ve ever researched selling your virginity.”
“True,” I agree. “But what if we go there and they kidnap us? What if they take us across the border and we never see our families and friends again?”
“Really, Mal?”
“Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but this doesn’t seem safe.”
“I’ve done my due diligence. I’ve researched and have talked to girls who’ve done this.”
She clasps my hands, and the desperation I see on her face tells me I have to support her no matter what.
“I’m sorry I lied to you, but I wanted you to come. And,” she pauses, “it could be a way for you and Stella to get away from your dad. You know your mom’s going to be in and out of the hospital for the rest of her life, and your dad is getting stricter and crazier by the day. The only reason you live at home is because of Stella. Look at you. You look like Kate Upton’s little sister. Men would go gaga over you.”
“Only the ones who don’t mind some junk in the trunk,” I say and laugh.
Ten-thousand could for sure get me away from my dad, but selling my body—my virginity—to a stranger isn’t something I’m willing to do.
“You do what you have to do. I’ll go with you and make sure nothing bad happens, but I’m not going to sell my body to some lecherous old man with sweaty, grabby meat hooks for hands.”
“Oh, I guarantee there’s nothing lecherous about the men who are members of The Exchange. They’re all rich professionals who don’t have time to date. This is a way for them to find company. Some girls agree to dinner only. Some girls agree to more. Some girls give the men what they can’t find anywhere else.”
“I know why you’re doing this. I might not like it, but I’ve got your back.”
“You’re the best.”
I force myself to smile. “Don’t forget it.”
Tanya starts the car and merges into traffic, and I ignore the worry gnawing at my insides.
The sun is setting by the time we pull into the parking lot. We grab our bags and hop onto a bus which I assume will bring us to check-in. The resort is huge and filled with trees so dense they’re forest like, and it takes ten minutes to get where we’re going. I guess my worrying about it being a backstreet hotel was pointless.
The reception area is beneath a conical thatched roof, and the room itself is open on all sides. Lush vegetation surrounds us and a warm breeze brushes over my skin. The summer scents of sunscreen and bug spray fill the air, and at least twenty college aged women stroll around in butt-skimming skirts. I don’t see any sign of the customers, or Johns, as I like to call them.
The women are of all different shapes and sizes, and it’s good to know the men don’t have a preference for skinny minis. If I were here to sell anything, my curves wouldn’t turn them off.
I hold onto Tanya’s bicep, and we give each other a nervous what-do-we-do-now-smile.
“I guess we go over there,” she says, pointing to a desk linked with name tags.
We walk towards the table which is manned by one of the most elegant women I’ve ever seen in my life. Her blonde hair is pulled into a chignon that sits at the base of her skull, and she’s wearing a charcoal gray suit with a crisp white blouse beneath it.
I get an instant girl crush and it takes me a few seconds to realize I’m staring. She stands up and holds out her hand, which both Tanya and I take in turn.
“I’m Alexandria Briarwood, and it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you.” She glances in my direction. “You must be Mallory.”
I smile and nod.
“And you,” she says, turning her attention to my left, “must be Tanya. I’m so glad you’re here. We’ve had a lot of interest in the two of you. It doesn’t surprise me. Nineteen-year-old virgins aren’t as easy to find as you’d think.”
I shake my head quickly. “I’m not selling anything. There was a misunderstanding. I’m here to keep Tanya company. Sorry. I hope that’s okay?”
“Oh.” Her lips pucker slightly, but it’s not in anger or displeasure. It’s as if she’s thinking of a solution.
“No prob
lem,” she decides. “Since the room is in both your names, you’re welcome to stay.”
She gives me a warm, reassuring smile. “Perhaps you’ll change your mind.”
“No. Nope. No mind changing here. I’ll stay out of everyone’s way, walk the beach, swim, draw a little.”
“Yes, I remember in your application, you said you were a very keen artist.”
“My application?”
I glance at Tanya who gives me a forced smile. “We’ll talk about that later.”
“Yes, we will,” I agree.
“Here are your name badges,” Alexandria says, sliding two laminated badges our way. “You must wear them at all times. The auction is tomorrow so spend tonight getting to know our clients. Flirt and laugh, but the most important thing is to have fun.”
I leave my badge on the table. “Since I’m not here to, um, entertain, I won’t wear mine.”
“Wear it anyway in case any of the men want to talk to you, but I’ll make it perfectly clear to everyone you’re here as a spectator and not as a participant.”
“I’d rather not. If it’s all the same.”
She gives me a nonchalant shrug. “You do whatever makes you most comfortable. I’ll have the porter take you and your bags to your suite. You have a bedroom with two queens, two bathrooms, and a darling sitting room. Freshen up and meet in the ballroom at eight. Please enjoy the champagne and let the night take you where it will.”
Alexandria struts away in her skyscraper heels, leaving a cloud of citrus perfume in her wake and I decide we’re going to be friends.
“Wow. I feel like I was in the presence of a goddess,” I say.
“She’s the event manager for The Exchange. I think she’s one of the original acquisitions from when the club began.”
Tanya grabs two glasses of champagne from the table in front of us and hands me one. I’m not much for champagne or any kind of alcohol, but I accept the glass and clink it against Tanya’s.
“Cheers,” she says. “Let’s allow the night to take us where it will.”