“Then since there is no question or confusion, I will proceed to introduce this year's auction frontiers.”Sheila straightened up with a proud smile, and her shoulders up high knowing they would be introducing her since she was amongst the frontier all because of the man always beside her that happened to be her date and had given her such an opportunity tonight.Bobby dropped the papers he was holding and then stepped out a little to make a little bow, “First out of this year's edition we have Camila Joffery, who not only happened to be the only female that has been invited this year but also the only female to be invited three times in a roll even though she started as a second tier member, but now she has successfully earned her way into the frontier.” The crowd erupted into applause and Keith would not stop wiggling his brows at Camila as he clapped loudly, while Camila's cheeks were bright red from embarrassment and pride. At the other end, Abraham Connor was watching Camila with
The auction was going smoothly with the announcer presenting each valuable object that had once been covered up on the stage podium. The men struggled to get things they found appealing and captivating to their eyes, as they say, beauty was in the eyes of the beholder. And Keith was referring to the ugly purse that was lying on Camila's lap, his face scrunching up with a disapproving frown. The purse was beyond ugly and repulsing to Keith, with huge stones and such a hideous shade of green. Well, Keith had never really been a fan of green, to begin with, but he had nothing against the color, beauty was In the eyes of the beholder anyway. But as for the purse lying on Camila's lap, Keith had every against it, beginning with the color to the design to everything about the damn purse. What beauty was she seeing in this purse for Christ's sake?Camila growled under her breath, “Keith, could you stop looking at the purse, please? You could bore holes into it at this rate.”Keith gave the p
“Two fifty, two fifty, I've got two-fifty. Do I hear two seventy-five?" Bobby spotted a well-dressed woman in the middle raising her paddle. "Two Seventy-Five, thank you, ma'am. Two Seventy-Five, Two Seventy-Five. Oh, I see Two Eighty, thank you, sir."Sheila zoned out, clenching her fingers into a fist where they sat on her lap. She was beyond pissed, in fact, pissed had to be an understatement of how she truly felt. She was furious, enraged, discombobulated_ she could list a whole lot of other adjectives that describe her mood and that also included embarrassment, well just very slightly though. Why? Well, it has everything to do with the disgusting lovebirds seated at the other end of the frontier seats, as they got all cozy and irritatingly affectionate with each other. She could not take her eyes off them and she was not sure why, it was not like she was jealous, but she could not take her eyes away. The frontier seats where Keith was seated with his bitch were placed right befor
Sheila kept her fake smile on as she brushed past the fancy looking people in the hallway, there was no way she was wiping off this facade amid all the people, even though her stance and clenched fist did not exactly match what the smile on her face was projecting. She could see from her peripheral view as people whispered as she passed by and some went as far as to take pictures, as Sheila wondered if it was for a good reason or because they recognized her as the lady that used to date Keith Thompson and had been taken to court. She yanked the shawl around her shoulders closer to herself as a shudder went down her spine at the thought that it could be the latter part instead, her shoulders visibly relaxing as she looked up to find the restroom door along with the ladies sign on it, confirming she was truly in the right place. She rushed in quickly, shutting the door and the stupid smile immediately eased off her face and replaced it with a vile look. She walked past each of the stal
“You and Abraham Connor are weirdly in sync,” Camila whispered to Keith as she dragged her eyes away from Abraham.Keith scrunched his face, “Must be your imagination or something, why are you staring at him anyway?”Camila rolled her eyes at the hint of jealousy she heard in his voice, “I am helping you keep an eye on the enemy_,’’“He is not my enemy,” Keith said earnestly.Camila looked at him with a frown, and an expectant look on her face as if expecting Keith to crack into a smile and tell her he was just kidding. “Oh, and so he is a friend then?”Keith shook his head, “Nope, not a friend either.”Camila scoffed, “Whoever isn't a friend is an enemy then.”Keith shook his head once more and a small mocking smile, “No, Cherry that is not how it works. Whoever is not a friend is not an enemy either, he or she is just nothing.”“So Abraham Connor is nothing then?” She asked, staring incredulously at him, her mouth twitching and it looked like she was struggling really hard to not la
“What's the talk about your money when your boyfriend has more than enough for both of you?” Her father quizzed, sounding truly curious.Sheila opened her mouth to speak when the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, her eyes widened a bit but they immediately narrowed into a frown as she watched the three busybody bitches from earlier stepped into the restroom. Their eyes also widened when they spotted her and Sheila did not miss the way the short one flinched and took a step back when she saw her, but they still stepped in properly and shut the door behind them.“Sheila?” Her father's questioning voice echoed through the now dead silent restroom.Sheila scoffed, “I will call you back,” without waiting for a reply she hung up, and then turned her attention back to the three fools with a sinister smirk finding its way to her lips.“Oh, look who we have here,” the tallest amongst the group of women said with a small smirk, although her eyes kept wandering barely able to meet Sheila's
The crowded ballroom buzzed with anticipation as the auctioneer took the stage once again. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most highly anticipated auction of the year,” he reintroduced the event once again with a booming voice and wild smile. "And now the moment we've all been waiting for.”Abraham forced his gaze off the Auctioneer as he felt a presence beside him, he looked beside him to find Sheila settling back to her seat. His eyes did not miss the sight of her bruised knuckles, he kept his face in moderation despite his curiosity to know what had taken her so long and what trouble she must have gotten herself into.“You almost spent forever in the restroom, everything alright?” Abraham quizzed, refusing to show that he was truly worried. Sheila shrugged, the thought of hiding her bruised knuckles never crossing her mind. “I had something important to deal with and then I placed a call to my home.”Abraham hummed under his breath, “Alright, perfect timing though. The main
“And next on the list tonight is the historical Lighthouse Keepers' Cottage, which has been passed down from generation to generation. It was a tiny, picturesque building perched on a rocky outcropping, and with a breathtaking view of the ocean, and to spice it up, it came with an enticing background story.”Not only did Keith smile with interest but so did Abraham who snickered as he listened.The bidding started at a modest price of five million dollars, but it quickly escalated as the frontiers joined in the bid, “Twenty million!" Keith's bold voice called out from where he was seated."Thirty million!" Of course, it had been Abraham who had spoken up, he glanced beside him to where Keith was seated and then smirked, his eyes glittering with challenge before he moved his eyes to the podium. “Forty million,” Keith wasted no time to counter him. The auctioneer's gavel fell, and the crowd erupted in whispers as the bids went flying back and forth like a ping-pong match. The room wa