I sit down at my office desk and let out a long sigh.

I hardly slept at all last night.

I’m not going to lie. Hearing that Cherri was listed on some virginity auction really hurt. I’d only known her for a short while but in my heart, I was starting to get invested. I wanted things to go somewhere with her. I wanted to fuck her brains out, if I’m being honest.

This was like a slap in the face.

How could I be so stupid?

I trusted her, and now I find out she’s just like all the other women who are out to make a buck off a billionaire.

But I can’t deal with all that right now. What she decides to do with her life is her own business. There are plenty of wealthy men who would be only too happy to get mixed up with a girl like that. I mean, she really is hot as hell.

I can only imagine the sensation of her pussy wrapped tightly around my shaft.

But I don’t have that luxury. After the court hearing, even if it was fake, I have to be really careful where Brady’s nanny is concerned. I promised the court I’d have her thoroughly vetted. If they ever found out I’d hired a girl who was listed on a virginity auction, they might decide I was an unfit father after all. I definitely can’t risk letting that happen.

She’ll have to go.

It will break Brady’s heart, but it can’t be helped.

The real fucking issue is Clint. Yet again, he’s royally fucked me.

I can’t believe he actually allowed Brady to be dragged into this. We’re ruthless when it comes to business, but we do have rules. One of those rules is you never, ever mess with another man’s family. Of course, Clint has no family. So what does he care?

Getting Child Protective Services involved, that was just so much lower than I ever thought he’d stoop.

And he’s going to pay.

I’m going to fuck him twice as hard as he fucked me.

And step one, I’m going to get back Dairy Technics. I’m not sure how yet, but I’ll figure it out, one way or another.

“Lucy,” I call.

She enters the office with a look of apprehension on her face. She knows I’m upset, and she’s worried I’ll take it out on whoever happens to be standing closest.

“Yes, sir.”

“Get me everything you can on Clint’s Dairy Technics operation. I want to know who the accountant is. Who the lawyer is. Who’s financing the deal. What instruments they’re using. If he’s having the windows of the Dairy Technics buildings cleaned, I want to know who’s doing it. I want to know the name of the man mowing the fucking lawn. Leave no detail uncovered.”

“Right away, sir.”

“Get everyone on it. That deal’s not dead yet. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

She leaves me and as soon as she’s gone, I feel painfully alone in the office.

I have yet to sort out the mess Cherri has caused. I don’t even want to think about how disappointed Brady’s going to be. And I don’t want to think about how disappointed I am either.

I open my email and find the details that I’ve been sent about her.

Prestige Virginity Auctions. I open the site.

I have to pay $1,000 just to browse their offerings. I get out a credit card and fill in the number.

And there she is.

Cherri.

Bidding is tonight!

Jesus, she’s been a busy girl.

I open the pictures they have of her. All of them are decent. No pussy and ass. Just her pretty, smiling face. My cock throbs and begins to stiffen as I look at her picture.

Fuck me, I think, looking at that face, those heavenly eyes, those delicious lips.

I’m hard just from looking at her.

I get up from my seat and walk over to the door of my office. I lock it.

Then I go back to my seat and open my pants, pulling out my erect cock.

I don’t usually do this at work, but today I can’t stop myself. I grab my erection in my fist and begin pumping, my hand moving up and down the shaft, as I picture Cherri’s perfect lips sliding up and down on me. I picture her taking my head into her mouth and running her tongue around it in a perfect circle. I imagine her sitting on my lap and wrapping her legs around my torso as my cock slides deep into her body, exploding inside her.

My cock is pumping semen into my hand. I grab a tissue and clean up.

Then I fix my pants and make sure I’m all tidied up.

I unlock the door and go back to my computer.

Apart from the auction site, there’s other information in the email Lucy sent me.

I scroll down and keep reading.

Medical bills. Her grandfather. He was admitted last night.

There seems to be more to this situation than I’d realized. I look at the admission time on her grandfather’s hospital record. Then I go back to the auction site and see what time her offering went live.

It’s exactly the same time.

That can’t be a coincidence.

So she’s not quite the gold digger I thought. I feel a pang of guilt as I think back to how quickly I’d judged her. I felt certain she was just another greedy chick trying to nab her billionaire. This medical file paints a very different picture. She’s been paying most of her income for his medical bills for months. Now, there’s an outstanding bill for twenty grand, and there’s just hours before the surgery slot is assigned to a different patient.

No wonder her auction’s going live so soon.

She’s fighting to save her grandfather’s life.

This isn’t a greedy girl trying to give herself a life of luxury. This is life and death. She’s fighting for family.

That’s something I can respect.

I hold off on calling the nanny agency and having her fired.

Instead, I go back to the Prestige Virginity Auction site and take down the address of tonight’s event.

As I write the address on the back of one of my business cards, Lucy comes in without knocking.

“Sir, you’re not going to believe this.”

I think, thank god I wasn’t still jerking off, but I just look up at her silently.

“The financing,” she says.

“What about it?”

“Clive is using City Bank to finance all of Dairy Technics’ assets.”

“What? Don’t we still own a controlling stake in City?”

“Yes we do,” she says, a wide smile spreading across her face. “And he’s just submitted the paperwork.”

“What’s the structure?”

“We can take possession of everything,” she says. “He’ll own the name, but we can take all the equipment. All the facilities. All the employees.”

“Basically everything that matters.”

“Yes, sir. Everything.”

I stand up and throw my arms around her.

“Do it,” I say, my eyes filling with tears. “Put it all in a holding company. Halt all the layoffs and asset sales.”

“Right away, sir. Do you care what we call the company?”

I look at her. We usually just use numbered corporations for this kind of thing, but Dairy Technics needs a name. If we’re essentially saving the company, people will need to call it something.

“Call it, Madison Dairy.”

“Madison?”

“After this patient,” I say, pointing to the medical records for Cherri’s grandfather. “And see to it that his operation is paid for immediately. Call the hospital personally. I don’t want that treatment delayed another second.”