Auctioned Mates Revenge

Chapter 8

#Chapter 8 Home 

Glenda’s POV 

When I walked to the foyer with my bag, Matt was standing there waiting to escort me out of the building. 

He eyed the small canvas bag in my hands and his eyes narrowed, “Is that all?” 

What did he think? That I owned a full wardrobe? I‘m a whore. Clothes were made to make me sell then come off and Larry’s charged extra for closet space. This bag held everything I had managed to keep with me over the past three years. Between several brothels, it wasn‘t much, but it was all mine. 

“Yes.” 

Matt nodded stiffly, “Let‘s go.” 

Trista looked a bit furious as I passed her, but I paid her no mind, allowing Matt to escort me back to his car.

When the door came down, closing me inside the car, I relaxed with a little sigh. 

I would never see Larry’s again.

Matt climbed into the car beside me, cranked up the engine, and guided the car away from the building. Some song was playing from the radio as he turned on the seat warmers. The warmth eased the tension in my back and watched the city go by. 

Where was he taking me? Would he put his mistress in another house or in a room in his? Perhaps, he would put me up in some penthouse never to see him again.

That wouldn‘t do. 

Matt was barely older than I was. His father, Ben, was who I needed access to and I couldn’t do that from a separate residence.

Ben knew what had happened to my pack. He was the most likely person behind the attacks.

“Mr. Wallber,” I began carefully. “As I asked to be your only mistress…”

a soft laugh and I held my tongue for what he would say. Maybe that hadn’t been the right

read the news about my long line of

his girlfriends. Let them continue to serve his sexual desires, so long as I got an

again to himself, “Never mind, you‘ll

him to mock my want of any form of exclusivity, but why not just tell me what he

a little longer until I could see the lights of a house in the distance. It wasn’t a manor, by any means, but it wasn’t a normal

he said gesturing to

guess it had at least six rooms. No matter how

I be living with you?”

asked, staring at him as

more than

live at the pack‘s house. This is my home of choice,” His lips

my ears. How could this be so easy? Was he an idiot to let some stranger into his home like this or was

didn’t seem so. He offered his hand and I took it, allowing

it into the house. It was strange to see him carrying it. I expected a servant to pop out of nowhere to take it. He walked to the front door and tapped a code into the panel. The lock whirred open and I

I asked in

 

the door open and gestured me inside as the lights leading away from the front door spilled light down the

both. My hands twitched with glee. I could just imagine crawling over him in his sleep and smothering him, or slipping something poisonous in his drink

need to be afraid. I’m not

shock. How could the son of my enemy make such a

to lure me into a false sense of security. I could never be secure in the house of a man I intended to ruin. I smiled

bag inside the door, and said to get comfortable. When the door closed behind him, I was simply grateful. At least there would be a small

bathroom and turned the shower on as hot as I could manage before sliding out of my evening gown and stepping i n. The steam

to shower as long as I wanted at Larry’s and it had been years since I had soaked in a bathtub. I eyed the separate tub with interest and resolved to soak in it after I

any

the thought. I should be ecstatic that things were going so well, that the son of my enemy was comfortable enough to

some other tangled emotion I didn’t have

was,

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