Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ryan’s POV

I walked through the glass doors to my company with a stoic demeanor, and my phone placed directly against my ear. I nodded curtly at some of my employees who stopped to exchange pleasantries with me as I stepped into the elevator.

“Ryan, man. Are you even listening to me?” My best friend, Vegas Sanchez’s voice seeped into my ears as I trekked out of the elevator and meandered into my office.

“Yeah, man. What were you talking about?” I gruffed as I dropped my briefcase on the couch that was placed in the center of my sitting room, and plopped myself down next to it with a tired sigh.

“Do you remember Salvador? That huge guy, my business partner whom I told you I invested some millions into his club some years back?” Vegas asked me, and I nodded to myself and hummed in recollection into the speaker.

I knew Salvador, who didn’t know him? The guy ran the biggest strip club in the whole of America and he was extremely famous and influential for his illegal chains of women’s trafficking businesses which he masked off as a strip club business. It was weird he had been doing that for years and he was still yet to be caught.

“Apparently there’s a one-of-a-kind auction happening at his club today, and he invited me,” Vegas paused, and I could already deduce the next utterance that he was about to make.

“So, you were thinking of going together with me, is that right?” I uttered nonchalantly, to which he scoffed but remained silent.

“I don’t know if I want to but let’s see how the day goes. It’s happening by night, right?” I asked.

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“Alright. Let’s hope I’m done with the chains of shareholder’s meetings that I have scheduled for today before then. I’ll inform you if I’ll head there by evening, I gotta go now,” I muttered before hanging up on Vegas as I hoisted myself up from the couch and sauntered over to my swivel chair to heave my tired self onto it.

I massaged the throbbing sides of my head with a contorted expression, and my eyes squeezed shut.

Fuck it, it was never a good idea to stay up late in the night drinking alcohol.

I had badly overworked myself yesterday to the point where I couldn’t even flutter my eyes shut to drift off to sleep, it was as if Dionysus had possessed me instead as I had drunk every alcoholic drink in my wine cellar to lull myself to sleep.

It had worked of course, but it was detrimental to my health as I had to wake up with a terrific hangover this morning. It was at times like this that I wished I had a mum to talk sense into me and take care of me.

Being an orphan since I was merely six years old was surely awful. It had been almost twenty-one years already since my parents died in a car crash but the painful memories were still vivid in my head like a fresh injury.

I huffed and shook my head to get the misery out of myself before it took over my mood for the day as I glanced down at my Rolex wristwatch. I gasped in shock when I saw that it was already four in the evening.

How had I slept like a drunk for almost ten hours–well figuratively, I was a drunk, I mean I drank three bottles of Dalmore, so yeah.

The point was how had I not realized that it was already the evening before I foolishly came to work?

God, I must have seemed like a fool to my workers, I thought as I buried my head into my hands.

Then, I heard a knock on the door, and I drawled, “Come in,” without gazing up as I knew who it was just by the pattern of their knocks.

“Sir, I called you this morning but you didn’t pick up, did something happen at home?” My secretary of five years, Alvin Coleman’s voice drifted into my ears and j craned my neck upward to stare at him.

“Yeah, I had an emergency. I’m heading somewhere right now, you can take care of the rest of the work for today,” I mumbled as I got up from the swivel chair, thankfully I had not thrown my trenchcoat off on the coat rack, so I just retrieved my phone and car keys from the table.

“Drop this at the mansion, and I’m off,” I gave him a firm shoulder squeeze, ignoring the way he seemed crestfallen by my utterance.

Afterward, I headed out to the parking lot, hopped into my Mercedes Amg one, and drove off to Vegas’s penthouse to nap for a while before we headed to the club.

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“This place is damn huge, where does Salvador get his money from?” I exclaimed as my eyes scanned across the huge auction room which had exquisite parquetry on the floor and a huge glass ceiling.

Even though I always termed myself extravagant at times, I knew my extravagance was not a match for Salvador’s. The strip club looked very mammoth in size, and also very intricately designed.

“Yeah, he used to be a gigolo to some wealthy heiress who willed all her properties to him when she died and he had various Investors as well, you know he’s a sweet talker. I mean, he talked me into investing a hundred million into this place,” Vegas chuckled as he slurped his glass of iced whiskey.

I just nodded silently as we waited for the auction to begin.

“What auction exactly is this again?” I asked Vegas after a while, and he shrugged as he leaned into me and whispered, “A virginity auction,”

My eyes went gaped in bewilderment tinged with amusement as I huffed to myself.

This was surely going to be interesting.

“Good evening, gentlemen. The auction is now going to begin,” A short, rotund man yelled into the microphone and the occupants of the club excluding me clapped in excitement.

My eyes scanned through the vast sea of bald, old men who were the major inhabitants of the room, and I shook my head.

“Are you going to buy one for yourself?” Vegas whispered to me, and I shook my head fervently as disgust washed over me.

“Why would I do something so treacherous? If I want a tight pussy to fuck, I’d get it easily without spending a million,” I scoffed, as I slowly sipped from my glass of red wine.

Then, the auction started.

Three slim, young women were introduced to the club and in barely some minutes later, they had all been sold to a balding, wrinkled old man who sat next to our table. I snorted in disbelief as I watched him grin with pride, his rotting teeth shamelessly displayed to the other patrons as they cheered him on when the girls came to sit on his lap and fondle him.

I went about most of the auctions in a blur as I continued topping my glass of wine.

Suddenly, time seemed to stop when a petite, slim young lady walked onto the stage. Instantly, I placed the glass of wine down and stared mindlessly at her.

In my twenty-seven years of existence, I had come across many pretty women of different races but this sexy goddess whom I was currently gazing at surpassed them all with her beauty.

Large, doe, hazel orbs with a heart-shaped face and an adorable button nose to match, coupled with her plump, rosy lips and her long, straight, chestnut tresses flowing down her back.

A lewd thought occurred to me as I stared at her lips; how would they taste like and how would they feel wrapped around my dick?

That lascivious thought of mine prompted electricity to shoot into my dick, and I felt my cock gradually hardening just to the thought of a woman’s lips.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Angel’s stunning eyes met with mine for a brief second, and instantly I became fully hard as she bit her lip in uneasiness and averted her gaze from me.

I swept my eyes over her gorgeous body and I felt pre-cum starting to leak from my tip.

She was dressed to kill in her all-black sensual outfit and her voluptuous body couldn’t seem sexier. I desperately wanted to freeze everyone in the club at that moment and drag the sexy angel from the stage to bend over the table and plow into her from behind.

She was sex in human form and I knew I had to own her.

I had to possess her and obsess over her for at least one night. I couldn’t bear the thought of her being underneath a stunted old man at the end of the night, so I did something.

“Vegas, can you do me a favor?” I tapped my best friend’s arm and he stared at me in confusion before he tentatively nodded.

“That woman on the stage, buy her for me. I don’t care what the amount will be. I just need you to do as I say and I’ll pay you back as soon as possible, okay?” I uttered, trying to suppress the urge to groan as my erect dick strained painfully in my pants and I knew I had to get a release immediately.

“Err, I thought you weren’t interested?” Vegas scorned.

I rolled my eyes, “Just do as I say, Vegas. Buy her for me and don’t question me further. Even if she’s worth a hundred million, buy her. I need her,” I rambled on, which made Vegas stare at me like I had suddenly gone senile but I didn’t care about his stupefied mien.

All I cared about was to have my painfully-aroused cock thrusting deeply into Angel’s core by the end of the night.