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I just got auctioned off at my own charity gala.
And the man bidding on me is the one who tried to have me fired.
I run a foundation for women's health. Tonight was our biggest event of the year.
The bachelorette auction is a tradition, so I put my own name on the list.
I didn't want to be up there. I did because it's my foundation, my event, my responsibility.
So I stood on that stage with a cardboard number five hanging around my neck and smiled while men bid for a date with me.
The bidding opened at one thousand dollars.
Ten thousand.
Twenty.
Fifty.
Then I heard a voice from the back of the room.
"Sixty-five thousand."
Every head in the room turned. Mine did too.
It was him. The billionaire who stormed into my school a month ago and threatened to have me fired.
The one man in this city who can't stand me.
I glared at him hard enough to burn a hole through his suit.
He smiled back.
"Seventy," someone called.
"Eighty," he said, without breaking eye contact.
Phones came out. People stopped pretending not to stare.
"Ninety!"
He didn't even look at the man bidding against him. He looked at me.
"One hundred thousand dollars."
Genre: Romance
And the man bidding on me is the one who tried to have me fired.
I run a foundation for women's health. Tonight was our biggest event of the year.
The bachelorette auction is a tradition, so I put my own name on the list.
I didn't want to be up there. I did because it's my foundation, my event, my responsibility.
So I stood on that stage with a cardboard number five hanging around my neck and smiled while men bid for a date with me.
The bidding opened at one thousand dollars.
Ten thousand.
Twenty.
Fifty.
Then I heard a voice from the back of the room.
"Sixty-five thousand."
Every head in the room turned. Mine did too.
It was him. The billionaire who stormed into my school a month ago and threatened to have me fired.
The one man in this city who can't stand me.
I glared at him hard enough to burn a hole through his suit.
He smiled back.
"Seventy," someone called.
"Eighty," he said, without breaking eye contact.
Phones came out. People stopped pretending not to stare.
"Ninety!"
He didn't even look at the man bidding against him. He looked at me.
"One hundred thousand dollars."
Genre: Romance
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