I'm not the kind of man who needs to buy a woman, but the moment I saw Sonia on the auction block, I knew I had to make her untouched mine...no matter the cost.
I don't know what I expected, but nothing could have prepared me for the smart, resourceful woman I invited into my home and into my bed. Every day, she makes me smile. My children may call her "nanny," but it's obvious they think of her as a mother. Though it's only been a month, I can't imagine life without her.
I never thought I'd find love again after my wife's death...
...And someone out there is willing to do anything to make sure I don't.
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In the chaos, she noticed the men yelling out for her. One was some chubby white dude who looked like he desperately wanted to be a cowboy, complete with the boots and bolo tie.
The other?
The Arabic man who had captured her attention earlier.
“Half a million for her, Rahal? Really?” The white dude said. “Your first bid ever at one of these and you’re throwing that much money at her?”
“I am not here to have my decisions criticized.”
The white dude laughed, and apparently took that defense as an insult. “Fine then. SIx hundred thousand. She’s mine, Rahal.”
“Seven-fifty,” the man called Rahal immediately snapped back.
“Making this interesting, huh? Eight hundred.”
“Nine hundred,” Rahal said back without even waiting for a moment to pass.
Sonia watched in shock as the number on her head was growing higher and higher, way past the brunette who was before her.
For the fat man though, this wasn’t about her. It was about some weird sense of pride he had. “One million then.”
A million? She would be a damned millionaire after all this, even if only technically? Seriously?
Her eyes were wide as she looked at the fat man who was about to win her.
“I’ma take her Rahal. Put her to work nice and hard too. Maybe keep her wearing what she’s wearing now, even less,” he said, smiling and laughing.
‘Rahal’ wasn’t shaken. “Two million,” he called out.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Nelson Santos
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Genesis Garcia
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