THE CLEANER’S DAUGHTER AND THE COLD CEO

Mia's POV

My heart raced as I shivered in fright.

I was standing backstage, blindfolded, hands tied behind my back and to crown it all, naked.

When I say naked, not the type of naked like you're wearing an open swimsuit and feeling insecure, butt fucking naked.

" We've saved the best for last. Here's Mia, a twenty four year old ready to fulfill all your needs".

He just called my name. The freaking man just called my name!

I thought it was a mistake, if he was hoe would he know my name and my age? I questioned myself, my heart still beating in terror of what's about to happen

Two men came forward an dragged me on to the stage. The first on untied my hands before following the other one to drag me.

No, I don't want to go. I struggled to set myself free from their iron grip, but my efforts were completely useless because I was thrown on to the stage like a fucking ragdoll.

" We don't need to mishandled our product". I heard the guy with the microphone warn the two guys who threw me on the stage.

Product!

That darn bastard called me a product!

I'll show them who's a product...

I stood up and yanked the blindfold off my eyes.

Well... Maybe that was a bad move.

Soon enough I discovered that I was standing on a stage with dozens different pairs of eyes watching me, well, my body.

Some whistled while others laughed.

I panicked, quickly using my hands to cover my breasts and my lower abdomen, but it was just impossible, my hands were to skinny.

" Ok, As you all can see Mia here is a feisty one, she would be good for all you young folks". The... I don't even know what to call him.

Since he was like an MC, so I'll say MC.

The MC, gestured for me to turn around and I shook my head immensely.

There was no way I was acknowledging to the fact I was a product for them to check.

The MC walked toward me harshly grabbing my hands which I was using to cover my breasts and turned me around.

"See, this girl got nice stuffs. "

"Get your hands away from me". I spoke for the first time since I was dragged into a bathroom and scrubbed clean by a maid.

My teeth were clenched together tightly as I stared right at the stupid MC.

" See what I mean, fierce..." The MC joked about my actions which got the other men seated laughing also.

I glared at each and every one of them seated there.

Was this a joke to them? Was I a joke to them?

"Since this one was newly brought in, bidding starts at two thousand dollars increases with a thousand dollars".

My eyes widened when I heard the amount that bastard wanted to sell me for.

Two thousand dollars? Wow that's a lot of money.

For a struggling artist like myself, two thousand dollars was a lot of money.

" Three thousand dollars..."

" Ten thousand dollars..."

I was surprised by the amount they called at first, but after few bid I became used to it.

Rich people, always ready to throw their money away.

The continued their bidding a person said a five hundred dollars and the rest just stopped bidding. Some grumbled but still dropped their bidding card.

" Five hundred thousand going once, going twice..." The MC stroke auctioneer was about to strike his little hammer on the table when I suddenly spoke up.

" I never said I wanted to be bought". I said calmly even though I had no calm bones in my body at the moment. Only frightened, angry and embarrassed ones.

The man looked both sides as if I wasn't talking to him. Pointing at himself he asked.

" Where you talking to me?"

No, I was talking to idiot behind you're glasses. I badly wanted to say, but bit my tongue and held it in.

I was in the presence of most of the richest and powerful men in the country, one word from them, I'm done for, but my mouth just wouldn't shut up.

" Of course I was, did you see anyone behind you when you checked? " I asked sarcastically.