Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right

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self in a bar, a place I'd never set foot in before. The irony wasn't lost on me – I'd al

this would be my first taste of alcohol. Though I'd always avoid

tance – everything churned in my stomach like a toxic storm

e contents in one swift motion. The

my fate. Grandfather's promise of his inheritance had thrilled me, but doubt

for your

speaker. A charming smile accomp

crowded bar to see if he'd mistaken me for someone else. My simple att

ll locked on me. "No, but amongst everyone here, yo

t I sensed a hint of gen

it matter to him? I furrowed my brows,

erfectly gelled hair. Confidence radiated from him

on your sleeve," he repea

usband be handsome, or an old man with wrinkling skin, like I feared? Judging by my brother's taste in choos

one gulp, seeking escape. "That was fast,"

an to spin, and my head throbbed. The

e incredible?" he whispered,

ty made me uneasy. I gripped the counter to avoid

someone seized my arm, their grip like a

voice sounded distant,

ong, ignoring my struggles. My attempts to break

d me further away from the crowd, down a dimly lit hallway.

ious room. My gaze darted around, landing

hem said, their accent strong. they spoke to the man beh

her?" another voice asked, making

o? Amidst the pain, my body b

fficult?" s

d. "She was

nother voice accused, the

panic setting in. What di

ext ten minutes. It'll last for six hours," Pedro sai

ms as the men chuckled, and th

ing in fear, thoughts jumbled and chaotic. Nevertheless, I snapped out o

omeone help me!" I scr

down, another grasping

ce as I writhed, the burn

rds were strained, muffled by

nded me, their

walls. No one is coming for you, p

d, promising to do better next time, to retur

my personal space – thighs,

burst open, and t

tall, imposing figure standing at th

roached, his footsteps echoing through the room

stammered, his

n's deep, authoritat

leased. I felt a mix of relief and terror,

glad you're here. I thoug

owed, punctuated by the

aking me cringe. "Come, let's all

air, freezing my heart. I g

ts, and screams. I shut my eyes, biting m

helmed by the lingering smell of blood and sweat. A warm jacket was draped over me, making me f

t let him go. My heart still racing, I whispered, "Wait... please

wetness beneath me. The room spun, threatening to engulf me. I fixed my gaze on him, cl

firm, reassuring. My breath hitched as he leaned in, his face inc

in his arms. I felt a surge of relief, mixed wi

f the carnage behind us. The aftermath of the gunfire

er. The scent was intoxicating, but it was his touch that sent shivers down my spine. H

s danced before my eyes, and my heartbeat slowed.

tay conscious. But exhaustion won, weighed down by the turm

for one last glance at my rescuer. His face left me breathless

ing I saw before d