My Bought Boyfriend

I'm Jensen Dylan Holden twenty-one years old, 6'3 ombre brown shoulder-length hair and brown eyes. I work out four times a week. During the Summer I work two jobs, so I don't have to work while school is in. I am attending college to be a Dentist, like my father. My mother Robbie married David O'Neal a week after my father died. I was seventeen, a senior in high school. The only reason I was able to attend college was that my father paid my tuition for me before he died. David went through my mother's money so fast. My mother sold my father's dental practice, both of his cars, paintings, and jewelry that had been in our family for generations. She was selling anything she could, to make him happy. But I never thought my mother would sell me. That never crossed my mind once. I was sold by my mother and stepfather. When I came home for Christmas vacation. We were having dinner, the next thing I knew I woke up in a small room. The room has a bed, a folding chair, a sink, and a toilet. I have been here for two days now. My captures let us shower, give us a change of clothes, and three meals. Since I been here I have done a lot of push-ups, sit up and squats. I was talking through the wall to the guy in the next room earlier. He said we are being auctioned off tonight. They call me 593, no name just a f*****g number. I heard some of the guards talking, about a lot of men come to the auction to buy s*x toys. I will kill myself before I will be any man s*x toy. I never thought I would end up in a place like this. I heard about these places from the news and movies that I have seen on tv. I'm Christina Lanell Fitzroy, twenty-one, 5'7 light brown straight hair, green eyes. Self-made billionaire, I started Christina's when I was seventeen. It's a cosmetics and perfume company. My father was never in my life, he and my mother were not married. They dated for almost two years. He left my mother when I was six months old. He told my mother that he didn't want or like kids. My mother, Melody was a chemistry professor at a University. We lived a comfortable life. My mother made sure I had everything I needed and most of what I wanted. Even if she went without. Which sometimes happened. But she never complained. She always said that is what mothers do. When my company started making millions of dollars, I talked my mother into retiring. She wasn't retirement age. But I wanted her to travel, see the world. Start living and enjoying life without any worries. Besides, it was my time to take care of her. I bought my mother and me a huge house. My mother texted me about twenty minutes before she was killed by a hit-and-run driver. She was walking out of the grocery store. when it happened. The text said she had something to talk to me about the sperm donor. That is what we call my biological father, the sperm donor. That was last year on December twenty-third so now it's just me. My assistant Vicki, and I had just finished eating lunch in my office. I decided to read my emails. About once a month, sometimes twice a month I would receive an email from a man named Carl. I have no clue who Carl is. The email is always an invitation to attend a private auction. Usually, I don't read it but there was one guy that caught my attention. He has long brown hair and handsome brown eyes. I couldn't stop looking at him. I can't explain why. Every time I close the email I open it again, just to look at him. So I decided I would go to the auction just to look. So I printed the invitation because I had to have it to get in. When I told Cliff my driver and bodyguard about it. I showed him the invitation. He asked me why would I go to a place like that. I didn't have an answer. Because I didn't know myself. All I knew was I had to go. "Chris are you sure about this?" Cliff asks her when they arrived at the address. Where the auction is being held. She is looking at the building "No, not really, but something inside me keeps telling me that I have to. I can't explain why." He is looking at her funny "I'll be right here waiting for you," Cliff hands her a briefcase still looking at her weirdly. "Don't look at me like that. Believe me, I'm just going to look nothing more," She is looking at him shaking her head. "Maybe I am trying to convince myself. But I just want to look at that handsome man one time" She is thinking. "If you say so," Cliff said looking at the briefcase full of money. "Hell, you're not fooling me. You might be trying to fool yourself. But not me." He is thinking "You are just going to look, Christina." She keeps repeating out loud to herself as she is walking toward the building. Looking at two men standing at the door in black suits and ties. One of them asks her for an invitation. Chris hands it to him while the other man looks inside the briefcase before escorting her into the building to a private room with a window. He gives her a catalog and a tablet, then leaves the room. A waiter brings her a bottle of champagne and a champagne flute. Once the waiter left she pours a glass of it, drinks it fast. Then she opens the catalog looking for the guy that she saw in the email. The guy she is interested in is number 593, the fifth one to be auctioned off. "I still don't know why I came. I guess curiosity got the best of me. Or loneliness. I don't know. But something about him is intriguing. I am drawn to him for some reason." She is thinking as she is looking at 593's picture When 593 walks out, he is wearing a pair of black jeans and a white short sleeve shirt. Chris could see by his arms that he works out a lot. She couldn't take my eyes off him. "He is beautiful. I know that a man is supposed to be handsome. But this man is beautiful." Chris whispers staring at him The bid had got up to eleven million. Then she keys in 20 million. A few seconds later she hears SOLD for twenty million the man over the intercom said. She sits back in the chair pour another glass of champagne, drinking it faster than I the first one. "I can't believe that I just bought a man." She is thinking as she is rubbing her forehead and shaking her head. About that time there was a knock on the door. Then a man opens the door, he looks at her, "Ma'am your package is ready, follow me." First Chris is led to an office, "I can't believe I'm doing this" She mumbles. "But I can't back out now." She is thinking as she opens the briefcase counting out the money giving it to the lady behind the desk. "I hope you enjoy your purchase." The lady said smiling as she hands her two pieces of paper. She glances at the papers. "I'm sure I will," She is smiling. But she is wondering "what the hell have I done." "Follow me," a different man said. He takes her to another room. She sees 593 sitting in a chair, two guys are standing beside him. The heavyset blonde guy takes one of the papers from her looking over it. "Damn, I will be yours for free." The other guy said as he looks her up and down Chris rolls her eyes at the man as she walks closer to 593. "He is more handsome up close." She is thinking. Chris can't help herself, she keeps staring at him. When he looks up at her. She got lost in his handsome brown eyes. "I still couldn't believe he's mine." She is thinking