The following day, I spend feverishly writing about how my unassuming main character gets auctioned off at a fancy yacht party to a very hot and wealthy eligible bachelor. I find myself writing so fast that I can barely keep up with my own thoughts. Somewhere in the middle of the auction scene, it hits me. I can’t wait to get to the good, juicy parts where they finally have sex. Just like everything else in the story, I still want to tell the truth when I write about what happens between my protagonist and her mysterious stranger. Why? Because the truth of what happened that night is more exciting and arousing than anything else I could make up.

Of course, writing that first sex scene makes my mind go back to my own experience in the swing from just yesterday. It has been twenty-four hours since Mr. Black turned my world upside down and I’ve only just begun processing a little bit of what happened. The swing was quite a surprise, but the pleasure it provided was even more of a surprise. The constraints and restraints that I experienced, just being tied to the bed, was nothing like what I experienced last night - being suspended in air with my legs spread open for him to do with what he liked. And I liked, no loved, everything he did to me.

Suddenly, a knock at the door breaks my concentration.

“Oh my God, are you still working?” Caroline asks, rolling her eyes. “I swear, ever since you quit your job, you seem to be working 24/7.”

That’s not entirely untrue. Ever since I quit a job I hated and started doing something I loved, work doesn’t really feel like work anymore. I actually wake up looking forward to writing.

“Listen, will you take a break for a second? There’s a package out there for you.”

I follow her into the kitchen. She hands me a bland Amazon looking package and I search my mind trying to remember the last thing I ordered from there. That’s the nice thing about Amazon, isn’t it? You order something and then forget about it completely. And when it arrives, a few days later, it’s like a little surprise.

When I open the nondescript cardboard box, I find another smaller box inside. It looks familiar. It’s gold plated just like the one Caroline got before, with whimsical twirls around the edges. Except this time, instead of Caroline’s name, I see my name. Underneath my engraved name is tomorrow’s date. Eight p.m. The box has the same elegant knob with the same custom monogram inside made of foil in gold on silk emblazoned on the inside of the flap cover.

“Oh my God, oh my God!” Caroline squeals with excitement. “Is this another invitation to a yacht party?”

“Looks like it.”

I look over the invitation once again, a little bit confused. Is this from Aiden? Is he having another party? Will there be another auction? It’s not that I expected him to stop hosting parties. I mean, parties have to be planned ahead of time and I’m sure this one was on the calendar way before we met. But why the hell am I getting another invitation?

“Oh my God! You have to take me. I took you!” Caroline demands.

“You want to go?” I ask. “But you didn’t even have a good time before. You didn’t want anything to do with that auction.”

“I know, I know.” She waves her hand at me. “But the thing is that I sort of regret it. I mean, you had fun. You met Aiden. Maybe I can meet someone.”

I shake my head. I don't really know how to wrap my mind around this. So, I do the only thing I can think of. I dial Aiden’s number. When he picks up, I ask him about the party.

“I invited you because I thought we would have fun again. The party has been planned for months,” he says nonchalantly. I’m having a hard time reading him.

“So, will there be an auction again?” I whisper into the phone. I don’t really know why I’m whispering. Caroline knows all about it, but I still feel a little timid about the whole thing.

“Well, you’ll have to come to find out,” he says cryptically. “Listen, I’m in the middle of a meeting. I can’t talk now. See you tomorrow.”

He’s just assuming that I’m going to come, but honestly I’m not sure. I mean, what’s the point? I don’t want to participate in another auction that’s for sure. I don't want some other man to get me. I just want to be with Aiden. And until I got this invitation, I thought that he just wanted to be with me, too.

Suddenly, my phone rings again.

“Hey, it’s me again,” Aiden says. “I didn’t think I ended that conversation very well. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I mumble.

“No, let me explain. I’m having another party. Yes, that’s true. And you got an invitation because I really want you to come. And I mean really. I don't want to be with anyone else. And I think we would have fun there.”

I think about that for a moment.

“Please come. It’s just going to be an over the top, elegant, crazy affair just like last time. And it wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“You really want me there?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m falling for you, honey. And I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

My heart skips a beat. “I’m falling for you, too,” I whisper.

When I hang up, I turn around to face Caroline.

“Oh my god, we’re going, right? This means we’re going?” she asks, jumping up and down.

A small smile comes over my face.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she squeals at the top of her lungs, grabbing me by the shoulders.

“Okay, okay.” I push her away. “Yes, we’re going.”

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The End for now

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I hope you enjoyed this story. Auctioned to Him 3: Back to the Yacht will be out within the month. Looking forward to sharing it with you.