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    Sold to Him: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance
    Sold to Him: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance
    Sold to Him: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance
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    Sold to Him: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

    By Cassandra Dee and Penny Close

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    I was bought and paid for at an auction of dirty billionaires.

    Trina is in a bad spot. Her little brother Mickey is desperately ill, and they can’t rely on Grandma Nana’s disability checks. So she goes to the Billionaires Club, willing to do anything and everything they demand.

    Gray’s running inventory for the Billionaires Club this year, and that inventory is luscious, curvy women. He’s supposed to be scouting potential prospects, but when a certain curvy brunette goes up for sale, everything screeches to a halt because Gray is determined to own Trina himself.

    Hey Readers – As usual, this is another off-the-charts crazy story set at the dirty Billionaires Club. But we promise, you’ll love the romance between Trina and her possessive alpha male. As always, read with an ice cold drink nearby because you’re going to need it! :) Love, Cassie and Penny
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCassandra Dee Romance
    Release dateJan 16, 2020
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      Sold to Him - Cassandra Dee

      Sold to Him

      ~A Forbidden Bad Boy Romance~

      © 2018

      By Cassandra Dee and Penny Close

      © 2018

      Follow Cassandra on Facebook

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      DEDICATION

      To all the girls who dream of being auctioned.

      This one’s for you!

      NOTE FROM THE AUTHORS

      Hi! Thanks so much for reading Sold to Him: A Forbidden Bad Boy Romance. I hope you enjoy the steam between Trina and her man.

      Plus, be sure to join our Facebook group Alpha Males on Top to hear about new releases, discounts, and freebies.

      Love,

      Cassie and Penny

      ABOUT THIS BOOK

      Sold to Him: A Forbidden Bad Boy Romance

      I was bought and paid for at an auction of dirty billionaires.

      Trina is in a bad spot. Her little brother Mickey is desperately ill, and they can’t rely on Grandma Nana’s disability checks. So she goes to the Billionaires Club, willing to do anything and everything they demand.

      Gray’s running inventory for the Billionaires Club this year, and that inventory is luscious, curvy women. He’s supposed to be scouting potential prospects, but when a certain curvy brunette goes up for sale, everything screeches to a halt because Gray is determined to own Trina himself.

      Hey Readers – As usual, this is another off-the-charts crazy story set at the dirty Billionaires Club. But we promise, you’ll love the romance between Trina and her possessive alpha male. As always, read with an ice cold drink nearby because you’re going to need it! :) Love, Cassie and Penny

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Sold to Him

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Epilogue

      Sneak Peek: Pregnant By My Boss

      Chapter One

      ABOUT THE AUTHORS

      Chapter 1

      Trina

      I don’t qualify for any of these.

      The job listings I’m staring at have more requirements than I anticipated. I don’t know how to do any of these things, but I need something, badly and soon. If only it was based on your need for money – there’s no way they would reject me if they knew how desperate I am for help.

      Because my life has been a whirlwind since my parents left us last year. What type of people leave a teenage girl in charge of her gravely ill younger brother? I’ll never be able to understand or forgive my parents for what they’ve done – the circumstances they’ve put me are beyond selfish.

      My classmates are more concerned with prom and graduation, but I have bigger fish to fry. Anxiety boils in my stomach, making it ache, but then I hear my little brother coughing from the next room. Mickey’s cough has gotten worse with the change in the weather as his asthma flares up, and my heart twinges with a pang. If I don’t make enough money by next week, he’ll be out of medication and we won’t be able to afford another visit to the clinic. I can’t let that happen, not when I love Mickey more than life itself.

      Plus, Grandma’s benefits only include one doctor visit per month, and we used that up in the first week. I must sound ungrateful, and I am appreciative of Grandma Nana, but her benefits can sometimes be a headache to claim because there’s so much paperwork to get through in order to get anything done. I often wished I didn’t have to go to the doctor at all. Of course, it isn’t up to me. Mickey has been sick his whole life. If it isn’t his asthma, then it’s a deficiency of something or other. A weak immune system keeps him perennially ill, it seems like. But no matter what happens, I will always be by his side, taking care of him until he’s strong enough to care for himself.

      Grandma Nana is a big help as well because on days when Mickey’s too sick to go to school, she takes over so that I can continue with my studies. Nana has always been very strict about school, stressing the importance of an education for as long as I can remember. Thankfully, I only have a few months left before being able to work full-time and help with the bills around our apartment.

      But unfortunately, Nana’s apartment in the Bronx has seen better days. When I was a child, every visit to her flat was met with dread and fear because the hallways smelled stale, and every night there was fighting in the courtyard – which is still true today. But it’s the best she can do, and I was just happy she accepted us when I showed up at her front door after being evicted from our family home in Long Island. My parents allowed our house to be foreclosed, simply choosing not to return home after work one evening. Somehow, I managed to cover the bills for a month, taking odd jobs around the community center and babysitting for a few neighbors while my panic slowly grew before reaching titanic proportions.

      And when Mickey caught pneumonia, I finally broke down and got Nana, afraid the hospital would call Child Protective Services on us if we showed up with no adult. After learning of her only daughter’s desertion, my gran took us in without question.

      Nana isn’t too old, but I still feel guilty for hijacking her quiet, peaceful life. Mickey and I can be a handful at times, and I know the two of us are a huge financial burden. Nevertheless, she makes it work every month, sacrificing some things she wanted in exchange for our needs. But again, Nana is a good woman. She never complains about how we’ve interrupted her peaceful existence, and always seems happy to have us with her.

      But the thing is that I’m eighteen years old now, and it’s time to start contributing to the household expenses. That’s why I’m searching for jobs at this moment, scrolling through the classifieds section from a local newspaper website. But the problem is that every job seems to require a college degree or prior experience, and unfortunately, I have neither.

      After a deep breath, I click the blue arrow on the website, leading me to the twelfth page of job listings. I’ve yet to find one that would even consider me, but I’m determined to get an interview if it’s the last thing I do. I’ll worry how to convince Nana this is right when I get to that step because my grandma doesn’t want me to work while I’m in school, insisting that I enjoy being a kid, as if that’s possible. I’m not one of those kids that gets to relax and not stress about life. My parents are probably living it up who knows where, while I’m here struggling to help my brother without starving my Nana.

      In an attempt to make myself feel better, I sometimes daydream that my parents are living the life in Hollywood, or maybe Paris. I like to think they’re setting up some fabulous home, just waiting until everything is ready before sending for me and Mickey to join them in a life of luxury. Sure, it’s unrealistic and most likely nothing more than a fairy tale, but I’ve found myself fantasizing about it more than usual lately.

      Because I could use an escape, even if for a short time. I need a break from the stress of my life as it is. There’s always so much going on that I can barely think straight. Nana wants me to begin applying for college, but how can I even consider adding to her financial burden?

      It’s not possible because I want to lighten her load, not add more to it. So I’ll let her think I’m enrolling in school whereas really, I’m pounding the pavement looking for ways to make money.

      Wow, there’s really nothing, hmm? I sigh with defeat, clicking the blue arrow to head to the next page of job listings after another page of worthless opportunities I don’t qualify for.

      As I glance down at the computer screen, an ad pops up, startling me so much that I gasp as I read the vague description:

      Girls wanted as companions.

      What? Where did that come from? I haven’t seen any other ads like this. Something about it is dark, and I don’t mean the black backdrop, giving way to the bright, royal blue lettering that seems to jump out from the computer screen.

      Because I may be young and naïve, but I know what this means. It has to be some type of escort position, or something similarly shady. I once overheard a girl in class talking about going on dates with guys for a couple hundred dollars a pop, lowering her voice to add that the guys were usually hot. But I don’t care about what the guys look like, what I care about is the money. A few hundred would be a lifesaver for me, an absolute boon.

      Maybe I could do this? It can’t be that bad right? Because being a companion isn’t the same as a lover, I reason. The posting could be more about hanging out and chatting, and that’s something I can handle. Sex, on the other hand, isn’t my strong point. I’ve never even had a boyfriend, let alone a kiss. The idea of a man touching me scares me, but at the same time, my thighs squeeze together as I think of a strong hand caressing my secret spots. Plus, recently I’ve been feeling more and more needy. Christina, my best friend, says it’s a part of becoming a woman. That every girl begins to wonder what a man feels like – she was surprised it even took this long for me to mention it. Christina’s been with a guy before. In fact, she and Tyler have been dating since the eighth grade, and she gave him her virginity last summer. I still remember her telling me about it.

      Oh my god, it felt good! she squealed. But it was uncomfortable too.

      I hesitate for a moment.

      Was there blood?

      She bites her lip, nodding a bit.

      A little, but it wasn’t too bad, my best friend says. Just a tiny red smear.

      But still, that didn’t sound sexy to me. Blood makes me nauseous, especially the sight of my own blood. And despite Christina’s enthusiastic exhortations, after a couple more sips of wine from her mom’s stash, even she admitted the experience had been overrated. Christina loves Tyler, so I think she does it mostly for him because he really seems to enjoy it.

      My mind is swirling with possibilities and as if in a trance, my finger wanders down the track pad before clicking on the ad.

      What am I doing? I can’t be someone’s companion. This is another job I’m not qualified for because a man won’t want to be around me anyways. Maybe if I looked like the popular girls at school – thin with long blonde hair and big boobs, they’d be more interested. I do have the generous breasts, but unfortunately, the similarity ends there – I also have a pudgy stomach and full hips to go along with my bouncy Double Ds.

      My body has always been overly curvy; there isn’t a piece of clothing that can hide my generous swells, but I’ve learned to live with it because what else can I do? It’s either smile and nod, or become a nun at the nearest convent.

      But overall, I have to say that my appearance has gradually improved over the last couple years. I saved and saved for contacts, getting rid of my thick coke bottle glasses, and the new look seems to make boys notice. My brown curls still hide my face a little, especially when I find myself blushing, but they’re nice curls now, and not the wild bush I used to have before.

      But enough about that. Right now, I have to focus on the job search and I look down at the tantalizing link once again. Companionship. With a hesitant finger, I click on the link, and two lines of information pop up written in an elegant text:

      Thank you for your interest.

      Please dial Karen at (212) 817-2489.

      That’s strange. Is this to set up an interview? Who’s Karen? Or is this some type of mistake? Surely they’ll want to at least see my resume before calling me in for an interview. These other listings wanted to know everything about my life, from how much I made to every school I’ve ever attended. By contrast, this was a simple number. Something about it is fishy, and I can feel it in my bones.

      I should close the window and move on. Something’s definitely wrong. This is not what I was looking for, but I need a job, and I need it fast. It can’t hurt to hear what they’re asking. Can it? Maybe it’s like what I overheard at school – a few hundred bucks for an hour or two every other week?

      Before I can stop myself, I’m dialing the phone number with shaking fingers. I can’t do this. I need to stop. This is too much for me, I know it. Still, I take in an unsteady breath, holding the phone to my ear.

      The first ring causes my heart to skip a beat, my pulse going so fast that I can hear it thundering in my ears.

      This is Karen, a smooth female voice answers, and I swallow awkwardly.

      Oh, uh, hi, I fumble, trying to collect my thoughts. I should have rehearsed what I was going to say before dialing the number.

      How can I help you? she asks, still unfailingly courteous.

      Oh, right. I take a quick breath to stop my stammering before continuing. I saw your ad online and wanted to see if, you know, maybe I could apply?

      My eyes are clenched shut as I rise to my feet before pacing around my bedroom in circles, trying to understand what’s going on. Did I say the right thing or will she be able to tell I’m just a little girl? I can’t handle this. She’ll be able to hear it in my voice.

      Right, the ad, she says in a dulcet voice and I hear the shuffle of a page turning before I cough and speak up again.

      Would it be possible to learn more about the position please? I struggle to use my professional voice, the one I practiced in my speech class, hoping to sound confident because I don’t feel sure of myself at all.

      Yes, of course, but first let me get a few details about you.

      Um, sure. What would you like to know? I pause at the window of my bedroom, looking through the metal bars down to the courtyard. The sun has gone down, and the teenage boys that enjoy terrorizing anyone walking past have begun to gather in their normal circle, a tangle of floppy t-shirts and brightly colored backwards baseball caps.

      But I’m up here, away from it all.

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