9

Izzy had forgotten the ability to breathe, then walking ahead to reach the centre of the stage was a different level of thing.

"And at last we have a vivacious beauty. Gentlemen, after seeing her you will believe that nothing is more alluring than her." A man's voice rumbled through the mic. Izzy blinked the tears, her fingertips shaking by the anxiety that was willing to reach her chest.

"Her name is Elizabeth, and we have to mention that she's a virgin." The auctioneer announced with so much pride that it made Izzy's skin crawl in sheer revulsion. "The starting price to 3 million." Someone pushed Izzy on the stage.

With unstable knees, Izzy stood still, her shoulders locking by the lustful gazes on her body making her very uncomfortable. She felt like a helpless prey that had been thrown in the cage, filled with ravenous lions.

DISGUSTING

She heard their voices, someone shouted five million. Someone yelled seven million and someone yelled twelve million. The biding was kept going until it stopped in twenty million. Izzy chewed her lower lip to control her inner fraustration and resentment that spill out in the form of tears.

Everything was going to end, she was in the dark, without any escape. "Any more bids?" The auctioneer asked.

" Thirty seven million."

Izzy's brows weaved together as her lithe fingers fiddled with the knot of the rob. The deep, cold yet huskey voice blended in her ears, it was an attractive voice, a natural symphony but she had no power to look at the person, her sorrow was too essential to concern.

"This lady is offically sold to our boss for thirty-seven million! Now, this auction is finished." Izzy blankly eyed the floor, the pulse of her neck thudding harshly as she sensed the heavy footsteps closing the distance betwwen them.

She was startled by the tender clutch around her chin, slanting her face up. Her redish lips parted when her eyes collided with the inky one's.

"What a beauty." He whispered in his huskey voice, leaning closer to her-so close that their lips could meet.

Izzy gaped at him carefully, this time not shrinking in nervousness. The first thing she noticed was his eyes, framed in thick lashes. An icy glint in them and they were pure dark, like the night. They also reminded her ink yet blank, emotionally detached-full of depths, full of wickedness and entirely cold. Everything in him was black, from his suit and boots to his hair that was pushed back, a few strands of hair on his arched brow.

A scowl on his well-crafted feature was so bitter that physically pained Izzy. His pointed nose and subtle jawline were prominent with the arched cheekbones that were sharper than the blade, those soft pair of lips against his bronze shade of skin was effing florid, and soft-and kissable.

He was the definetion of beauty, appearing like a supercilious, stone-cold deity.

"Lady?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, pulling her into reality." stop drooling, will you?" A freakish chuckle tumbled between his lips, flushing Izzy's face in shame.

"Y-you are wrong and full of pride and arrogant." Izzy was too mouthly, and right now she didn't know who she was dealing with and openly glaring back. "Darling, The way you gawking at me explains everything." The back of his knuckles caressed the arch of her cheekbones as Izzy swiftly pulled back, her heart swatted in anxiety. By her reaction, a wolfish smirk crossed his mouth. "Now follow me." He turned, his smirk had long gone.

"No, I'm not gonna follow you" Gathering a little courage, she enunicated with rounded eyes.

"What did you just say?" He scoffed, peeking back at her through his shoulder. "You move this mouth of yours unnecessarily. Don't worry, soon I'll put it in the right place." Izzy's chest gets heavy by his crude words as she bites back a growl of annoyance.

"You bastar-"

"Do you even know who you are talking shit to?" The male face slanted, his sharp jawline in the veiw.

"I don't know and I dont care." She glared at him back. "Good, If you know then you would never dare to talk to me like that." He sneered, glaring at her through the thick shits. "I'm Harry johnson."

"The Harry johnson?" Izzy mumbled, his name tinted the tip of her tongue, tasting sour. Izzy went tight-lipped, her eyes expanded beyond their capacity. She knew him, he was the man who was ruling the country, a notorious mobster. Police, politicians and well known bussiness men were his allies, bowing infornt of him, heck they would kiss the ground where he would walk. In simple words, he was the god among mortals.

"Baby girl." Harry moved towards her ear, moving his mouth to her earlobe as he nipped the tender flesh, and yanking it harshly. Izzy's breath shook, she was quick to brace her palms against his taut chest to push him back. " I think you know me very well."