The Billionaire Artist Contract Stripper

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d the silence was eating me up. My eyes occasionally looked between the man on

ow cover the fully exposed part of my lower body but as I di

o, you asked for her. I apologize for the stupidity she caused some minutes back.

was scribbling on. Seeing how quiet the room was, Nick spoke again. This time, with a little bit of laughter to brighten up the atmos

movements screamed money, authority, and power. He suddenly stopped and stood before me, I didn't dare raise my eyes to meet his. A mixture of strong manly cologne and mi

But instead, they came around my neck and tilted my head to the side

id this

first, I didn't understand what he was pointing at. But when his fingers trailed at a sore

forget about that Mr. King. It was a little punis

again. This time, a mix of impatien

ice a whisper. His hand on my neck was still trailing around and I could still per

irls?" When Nick didn't answer, he return

o, he didn't hurt me." I whispered as my gaze focused

is you

the room was slowly reducing and I could feel my hear

on his tongue. "Camila, who is this m

d and every word felt l

He rais

friend,"

om my neck as he made his way to the big desk. "Cam

So

do you mean sold?"

almost fell out of their sockets when I read the content of the paper. My name and a

nd fixed my gaze on Nick who w

on the man. "King, I didn't fucking sell her t

that? She'll be mine after all." Ki

d further towards me.

King interrupted and when Nick opened his mouth to protest, h

ng and I inside. King moved back to the desk and sat on the chair. focusing on the docum

and boss just sold me off to some random dude. I needed to ask qu

I asked. my voice

kept scribbling on the documents. Moments later, he spoke. "

?" I v

d his gaze on me. "Camila Frost, am I right?" His

as Camila, Camila Rose." Frost was my father's name and I hated to be called

ood and walked to me. "I'd like to make a prepositio

red, trying to fix my gaze on his

moved back to the office chair, pulled out a file f

the paper but couldn't get wo

old you to me for the night. How shameless of him

already too uncomfortable for me and the whole si

He said and gave a laugh that I found annoying. "You wer

of money. I didn't even

k. and how smooth your body ran through mine at the bar, I want to have more of that. I have a proposition to make, Camila. And