So Much Trouble: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection (So Wrong It's Right Book 4)

by Jamie Knight

  She gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze and I go to find a place to wait, watching with anticipation as the other auction ends. I see the director take the stage. Strangely, I still don't feel nervous at all, even though I know I should. Honestly I feel kind of excited and a little turned on.

  This is going to be my first time, it's finally going to happen. As I look back out at the crowd I realize that there are a lot of handsome men here. Why did I never realize that before? Maybe because I was so fixated on Gabriel. Whatever the case may be, this is finally going to happen to me. I turn my attention back to the director as she starts speaking.

  "Attention ladies and gentlemen. We have a new addition to our auction. Let's give a warm round of applause to our hostess, and congratulate her on her first time participating."

  I quickly fuss with my appearance and smile and wave. Everyone applauds and looks my way. The hostess waves me forward. I take a deep breath and walk up to the makeshift stage as she continues speaking. "This is our hostess, the lovely miss Lorelai. Tonight is her first auction, and it's going to be a special one …" she pauses here for effect.

  I look at her as I take center stage. I don't know what to do, so I smile and wave. I do a little turn then smile at the crowd again

  The director continues speaking, "Miss Lorelai is auctioning off her virginity…" several loud cheers and whistles interrupt her speech.

  She pauses until the crowd quiets down. I giggle and blush at their response. I wasn't expecting to get that type of a reaction. "We will begin the bids shortly, please enjoy yourselves." she announces.

  She stands nearby and looks at the papers she carries with her. I assume that she is waiting a few moments to give the people time to get a good look at me again. I smile some more and do a few more turns. Somehow, I'm actually kind of enjoying the attention that I’m getting right now.

  I spot Gabriel in the crowd, but I quickly ignore him. He tries to look me in the eyes, but I give him an angry glare and look away, feeling a small surge of satisfaction. I'm ready to do what I want and make things happen for me, just like everyone else.

  The hostess comes back out. I step a little closer to the edge of the stage. "We will now start the bidding on Lorelai," she says.

  I'm surprised as several small bids pop up. I start to feel a little overwhelmed. I look at the director wondering what to do. How do you know which bids to accept? I'm about to open my mouth to say something to her when a loud angry voice calls out:

  “Ten million!”

  Everyone turns in shock to look. I'm shocked as well, but my anger crowds that out. I avoid looking at the bidder, even though I know it’s Gabriel.. No one dares to challenge him. I huff impatiently and cross my arms. After a few moments of silence, he’s declared the winner.

  I'm too angry to care about the amount of money. All I can do is glare at him. Who does he think he is? Like he can just bid on me and have his way with me after the way he treated me earlier? He doesn't have a chance, no matter how much money he pays. I'm fuming as I walk off the stage.

  Chapter 15 - Gabriel

  I'm getting more frustrated by the second. I keep walking through this crowd of people, but I still can't find Lorelai. I don't want to leave here without talking to her, but I don't know what to do. If I don't find her, then how will I be able to convince her to listen to my side of the story?

  I know this is a lot of work to go through for one woman, but she’s worth it. So I keep saying to myself, yet I can't let myself admit that I have feelings. I'm just going around in circles in my head.

  I spin around in physical circles in the middle of the crowd and sigh. I'm completely frustrated by all of this. How hard can it be to find one person in this small of a room? I'm tempted to just walk out of here, I could use the fresh air, but I know that wouldn't be right. That's just my anger and emotions getting the better of me. It's hard to stay rational in a situation like this.

  The crowd parts some, because another auction has ended. Some people pair off. Thankfully, everyone is ignoring me right now. This actually helps me some because I'm able to get a better view of the people around me. I quickly scan the faces, disappointed over and over again.

  Still no sign of Lorelai. I sigh and scratch my head in frustration. I don't think she left, this is her auction, so she has to be here, right? Fuck, I can't stand feeling all these emotions. It's too damn frustrating. Life was so much easier before I met her. I wish I could go back to that, but the question is do I really want to? The fact that I'm spending all this time and effort to find her and explain sort of says it all.

  Maybe I should just stand against the wall and wait. Maybe visit the bathroom again? I mean I know she's still here, she has to be. I'll probably have a better chance of seeing her after the auction, when the night is over and everyone is leaving. That won’t be for a while, though. We haven't even reached the halfway point. I have no clue what to do, so I just stand there looking around.

  The crowd moves forward again. I'm not really paying attention but I think another auction is about to start. It doesn't hold my interest. Nothing does, only her. The hostess starts speaking, but I turn away from the stage, I can't give up. I frown as I look in the opposite direction. I'm searching the faces in the crowd for her.

  Suddenly, I hear her name being called out. I look around wildly, but I don't see her. I hear her name mentioned again. I turn around just in time to see her walk out on the stage. My jaw opens in shock. What the hell does she think she’s doing up there? I watch her smile and wave at everyone. She does a cute little spin for the crowd. I can feel anger building inside of me.

  "Now everyone, the lovely Ms. Lorelai will be auctioning off her virginity. The bidding will start momentarily." The hostess announces.

  What is happening?! This is the angriest I have ever been. There is no way in hell I am letting her auction that off. At least not to anyone but me. I catch her eye, she glares at me and looks away.

  "Oh really? Is that how we’re going to play, little girl?" I think.

  The rage burns inside of me. I'm infuriated. The thought of someone else winning this auction, of some slob putting his hands all over her. I'm not going to lose, I'm not going to let someone else take what's mine.

  A few smaller bids pop up. Lorelai actually looks shocked, and if I weren’t so pissed, I’d be amused. If I'm not mistaken she also looks a little bit flattered.

  “Ten million!”

  The words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them, a massive jump in the numbers. Everyone is shocked into silence. Several people turn to look at me, but I only have eyes for Lorelai. She crosses her arms and avoids my gaze. I'm just as pissed as she is. I'm done playing games. If she's selling, then I'm buying.

  room is absolutely silent. Lorelai finally looks at me. We glare at each for a few seconds. There are no other bids. The hostess clears her throat. "Well, it appears you are the winner. Congratulations!" She says to me, before walking off the stage. There is light applause from some people. The shock of my extravagant bid has worn off. People go back to their own conversations. I may have won, but I'm still pissed at Lorelai. I can't get over what she was auctioning off up there.

  I try to remain calm, but its damn near impossible. I want to march up to the stage, yank her off there and give her a piece of my mind. In fact that's what I start to do. She is still glaring at me, so I match her gaze. There’s only a short distance between us ,so I close it in a few angry strides.

  I reach the edge of the stage, Lorelai walks right up to my face. She opens her mouth to tell me off, but what happens next takes us both by surprise. Before she can even get one word out, my lips are on hers. I'm kissing her hard, rough, full of lust, passion and anger. Like there is a fire in me that can't be put out.

  We are still waiting for the start of the next auction. Several people standing nearby have stopped to look at us. I regain control of myself and pull away from her. I don't like nosy people, and don't want anyone to hear what I
have to say. She still looks angry with me, but I lean forward and whisper in her ear "I should just go ahead and fuck you right here. That way everyone will see who you belong to."

  It’s taking a lot of effort to keep my emotions under control. I don't know what is happening to me right now.

  Her jaw drops. Her lovely face is still full of anger, but I notice a new twinkle in her eyes. "Well, you sure as hell didn't give a shit about it or me these past few weeks." She snaps back.

  I'm surprised and a little turned on by her fire right now. I'm sure that had been building up for a while. I can't control myself any longer. I need to deal with this matter in private. She gives an angry sigh, but I can hear her breath tremble a little at the end. There is no mistaking the sound of desire. The one little noise was all I needed to hear to make my decision.

  I reach for her and pull her off the stage. She groans in anger and pulls her hand away from me. We stand there, eyes locked for a few seconds, and then I grab her and toss her over my shoulder. I walk off in the direction of the back of the store.

  "Stop! Put me down!" She protests.

  I ignore her, and step through the curtain that separates the back of the store.

  "You are not allowed back here. This isn't part of the auction space," she snaps when I put her down.

  I grab her and kiss her hard again. She resists me and pulls away.

  I have her pinned against the wall now. I lean one hand against the wall and lean in closer to her. She tries to speak again, but I stop her with another kiss. This time my free hand slides under the hem of her dress. I rub her slit through the soft silk of her panties, and to my delight, I can already feel how wet she is through the fabric.

  I can feel her body shudder as she gives in to me. She pushes forward against me, her arms wrapping around my shoulders. She tastes so good. Her soft lips, so inviting.

  My finger slides around gently. I take it a step further by moving my hand higher, towards her clit. My fingers trace it ever so gently. She shakes more, and a slight moan escapes her. I wrap my arm around her, holding her up.

  "Oh, Gabriel!" She moans.

  I trail kisses down her neck. She's wearing a light sweater, which I yank open. The neckline of her dress exposes her cleavage nicely. I kiss her nipples through the fabric, then kiss her neck again.

  My fingers work their magic on her, moving rhythmically. Her silk panties are quickly soaked. She holds me tighter, and soon she is panting. My earlier anger is gone, replaced now by desire. I love seeing her react this way. I love knowing that I am the one to make feel this way. This has never happened before, but I am actually enjoying giving her pleasure.

  Usually it's the other way around. I can't wrap my head around this. How can this woman be making me feel all these different things? Even though playing with her is hot, I can feel myself tensing up again at the thought of feelings and emotions.

  . This is what ruined everything in the first place. I can't let that happen again. But what can I do to stop feeling this way?

  I force myself out of my head. I bring myself back into the moment by thinking about how good it feels to finally be with her. This is what I always wanted right? This was the goal from that first date.

  Just as I'm starting to get back into the heat of it, however, I can feel her resist me again. She breaks free and gives me a hard shove. I stumble back a few steps and look at her in surprise. She is just as turned on and out of breath as I am. She fixes her clothes before glaring at me again. I can see her anger has returned and take a few seconds to catch my breath.

  I stand up straight and fix my hair and suit. When our eyes meet again, she is glaring at me once more with her arms crossed over her chest. I wonder what she has to say now? I thought she had already gotten everything out? Well, I do deserve this. It wasn't fair of me to treat her like that. Besides, by letting her get her feelings out, I might be able to salvage this night and what we are building together. I mean, I guess that's what we are doing. No matter how hard I try to fight my feelings, there is definitely something there between us.

  I guess at some point in life we all have to face our fears and work through things. This is not something I'm looking forward to, if my past is any indication. I still have to make some sort of an effort though. She’s worth it. I brace myself for the worst as she opens her mouth to speak.

  Chapter 16 - Lorelai

  It's crazy what's happening. My head is spinning. Obviously Gabriel and I are both mad at each other, but it's so hot. I can't help myself. I can't resist his touch. I didn't expect him to bid on me. Even though I'm so angry at him, I'm still flattered that he did.

  When he pinned me to the wall and kissed me, it was worlds apart from our garden kiss. It was laced with lust, passion, and sexual tension. When he slid his fingers under my dress, I melted into him. I may be a virgin, but it’s not like I’ve never been touched.

  Let me just say that no man can hold a candle to him. He has a powerfully skilled touch. Even though this was our first time together, it felt like he knew exactly where to touch my body to make me go insane. I want so much more with him. I hold him close and grind on his hand.

  He makes me moan. He kisses my neck, and rips open my sweater. I can see him admiring my cleavage before pressing his mouth to my nipples. They grow hard beneath the fabric

  I can feel his hand teasing me through my panties. He has his finger on my clit, and I shiver with desire. I crave him, I want to give myself to him. I want him to take my virginity, but as we continue kissing, I suddenly remember everything.

  I remember the auction, why I'm here. I give him a shove and watch him stumble backwards. My anger returns. He can't just make everything better with a kiss, or a quick fuck. He really hurt me, and I demand an explanation from him. I'm breathing hard as I hurry to button my sweater and pull my dress back down.

  I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him, waiting for him to catch his breath. I watch as he also straightens his clothes. He meets my gaze calm and composed. That just infuriates me even more. After everything that has happened, how can he just stand there with no reaction at all?

  I take a few deep breaths, making every effort to calm myself. I'm not going to make a scene. I'm a professional business woman, and there is still an auction going on outside. I don't want everyone to overhear our private business

  Once I'm calm, I look at him. He still seems placid, but I can tell he's wondering what I am going to do. I give a long, sad sigh. I really like him. I don't want to fight, or argue anymore. I just want some answers. I think I at least deserve that.

  "Can you at least tell me why you have been running so hot and cold on me?" I ask finally.

  Once the question is out, the rest of my feelings come out too, pouring out of me in a flood. "I thought we both had a great time the other night. I was hurt when I didn't hear from you. Then you show up here tonight all possessive and jealous, even though you’re the one who had some random bimbo hanging all over you. I'm not mad anymore, I just want to know what's going on."

  I look deep into his eyes. I can see confusion. So many conflicting emotions. It’s almost painful to watch. Perversely, I want to reach out and hold him in my arms.

  "Please. Tell me?" I ask him softly.

  He looks away from me. I can hear his sharp intake of breath. He looks back at me, his eyes are filled with confusion once more. "I honestly don't know," he answers.

  I can tell that he is reluctant to say more. I want him to open up to me. I wait for him to continue talking. I watch as he starts to pace back and forth. "All I know is that I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that night. I realize now that it’s because I'm falling for you. Hard. I can't stop myself, no matter how hard I fucking fight it," He admits softly.

  I walk over to him and put a hand on his arm. He stops pacing and looks at me, startled. I gaze up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. I want him to continue talking about us, to know that he has feelings for me. I can see
it for the first time. The longer that I look at him, I see the fear in his eyes. It's not me that he doesn't want, it's the feelings.

  He is deathly afraid of falling in love. That's why he is so aloof, why he keeps his distance. My heart aches for him as I realize how damaged his heart and soul must be. I want to fix that. I want him to be happy and complete

  I raise my hand and gently brush it across his cheek. "Why do you fight it so hard?" I ask him softly, "You know already that I am different than everyone else."

  He watches me, but says nothing. I'm hesitant now because I don't want to scare him away. I keep my hand on his cheek, my eyes are on his as I slowly lean in to kiss him. I can still see the fear before our eyes close. The kiss is soft and tender, with fear and hesitation. There is no trace of our earlier anger. It's still much different than our first kiss. This one is meant to heal both our wounded hearts and knit them together.

  His hands softly rest on my hips. Everything about this moment is gentle and tender, but it doesn’t take long before the chemistry between us starts a reaction and the passion ignites

  He stops kissing me long enough to gaze into my eyes. I can see little sparkles of hope in them. I know he’s still afraid, but he wants this just as much as I do. The words remain unspoken, but understood.

  He lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist. We start kissing again, this time with more hunger. Like each of us has something the other needs. He sits on the edge of the desk that I have in the back, tugging me onto his lap. We break away and I keep my balance as he unzips his pants. The skirt of my dress is up past my hips. While he pulls a condom from his pocket, I stand up for a moment and shimmy out of my panties before sliding right back into place.