Buy Me (Mistress Auctions #1)(22)
Cupid scans his pass and enters the elevator with us. Once inside, the black mirrors enclose us, and we ascend silently to Charles’s office. When the doors open, I expect to see sunlight, but again it’s how one might picture a dungeon. The room is bigger than a conference room, and Charles is at his desk at the far end. The only light comes from glowing black sconces on the wall. The walls look like they have been lined with black crocodile skin, and the carpet is blood red. Aaron and I are dressed in tan suits with light blue shirts, and it feels like we’re angels coming to meet with the devil. So be it.
Charles is sitting at a massive desk made of shiny black wood with a black onyx top, a small laptop and his phone sitting tidily atop it. Nothing else. He leans back in his chair, and Aaron and I approach, taking the two seats in front of him. Charles just looks at both of us, and I turn to Aaron and sigh. I guess we get to start the party since we called this meeting.
“Why were you at the auction?” I don’t want to beat around the bush because we all know the reason we’re here.
“I was there bidding on Stella. I wasn’t the only one there that night. Are you visiting all the other casino owners who offered to pay for her as well?”
I’m annoyed at his tone, but Aaron decides to speak first. “None of the other owners were trying to raise the price.”
Charles leans back in his chair. It’s easy to see he’s getting angry. He’s a big guy, and not just in height. He’s as tall as Aaron and me, at just over six feet, but he’s got width and weight on us. Where we are slim, Charles is bulky. I heard he played rugby in college, and I believe it. His size, however, isn’t intimidating. When it comes to Stella, nothing stands in our way.
I lean forward, and I hear Cupid clear his throat behind us.
“Gentlemen. There seems to be some miscommunication happening here. Why don’t I help clear the air?” We all look at him, and then Charles waves for him to continue. “I believe when you two were here last month you cleared up everything owed in Stella Johnson's name, correct?”
Aaron pulls out the paperwork and lays it on the desk in front of Charles. “That’s correct. We didn’t touch the debt owed in Frank’s name; that’s for him to fix. There’s no business left between this casino and her.”
Cupid looks down at the paperwork, and then makes eye contact with Charles. Something passes between them, and Charles nods his head. “It seems Mr. Townsend isn’t of the same opinion.”
I stand up at his words, and I’m followed by the two other men. Charles slams his fist down on his desk, and Aaron grabs my arm to keep me from going over the top of it.
“You come in to my casino and demand things. You throw your money at people and they just do what you tell them to. Is that how you think you can talk to me?” Charles looks livid and ready to attack both of us. “You two see someone like her in trouble and you pay off the problem, only to enslave her. Is that how you think women are to be treated? I didn’t know she wasn’t aware of the loan when her father took it out. He forged her signature on the paperwork, but I only just found that out. I would never try to hold something over her to keep her for myself like the two of you have done.”
Aaron squeezes my arm tighter, but he’s the one that answers. “You don’t know shit about us or about our situation. And you sure as f*ck don’t know anything about Stella.”
“I don’t need to know anything about her. I know what you two are capable of, because I’ve seen you do this before. You take a young innocent girl and make her beholden to you so she’s unable to get out from under your control. You two just walked into that auction and bought what you couldn’t have. I’m tired of sitting by quietly while you both getting everything you want.”
I look to Aaron and then back to Charles. “What f*ck are you talking about?” I’m completely lost.
“I want Mandy.”
“What?” Aaron and I say in unison, his demand coming out of left field.
“You’ve just paid ten million dollars for Stella. Don’t tell me you need two of them. I’ve heard the stories about you two, so I know you only want one. Obviously you’re done with Mandy, and I want her.” I can tell by the look on his face he’s not f*cking around.
“You think we kept Mandy as a…what? A slave?” I say, still confused as all f*ck.
“I don’t give a f*ck what you kept her as. All I know is that her time is finished with you two, and I want her.”
“No,” Aaron grits out. She’s like a sister to us, and we wouldn’t hand her over to anyone. She’s not a piece of property.
“You’ll do it or I’ll buy out every debt in Frank Johnson’s name, take that farm and burn it to the ground.” I look at Charles in shock. He meets my eyes. I can tell he's dead f*cking serious. “And the tapes of you and Natasha Woods go public.” He lands his killer blow.
My face must turn white, because his face is smug now, some of the anger fading from it. “Don’t worry, nothing happened. But it won’t take much editing to make it look like it did. From what I’ve seen of the video, she drugged you and had a camera guy take you to her room, but I had a man outside the door waiting to bust in as you came out. Despite my reputation, I wouldn’t have allowed that to happen to anyone, even you.”