Sold to this Highest Bidder: Castelli, #1

By Cathryn de Bourgh

Life in the city is not what Alicia expected, she has not been able to finish his studies or achieve a promotion in the company she works for. Everything seems to be going wrong in Alexia's life until a friend convinces her that the only thing left for her is to sell her virginity for a million euros. She does not believe that a man would pay so much for a night with a virgin but finally agrees to auction hervirginity at a modeling agency.

But when she meets the highest bidder, she begins to realize that she is not ready to do it and that it was all a bad idea. What she does not imagine is that that handsome millionaire with black eyes is not willing to lose the auction and will not leave her alone until he gets what he wants. And apparently he wants more than her virginity ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cathryn de Bourgh
• Release date: Dec 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781071578551

Cathryn de Bourgh

Cathryn de Bourgh es autora de novelas de Romance Erótico contemporáneo e histórico. Historias de amor, pasión, erotismo y aventuras. Entre sus novelas más vendidas se encuentran: En la cama con el diablo, El amante italiano, Obsesión, Deseo sombrío, Un amor en Nueva York y la saga doncellas cautivas romance erótico medieval. Todas sus novelas pueden encontrarse en las principales plataformas de ventas de ebook y en papel desde la editorial createspace.com. Encuentra todas las novedades en su blog:cathryndebourgh.blogspot.com.uy, siguela en Twitter  o en su página de facebook www.facebook.com/CathrynDeBourgh

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Sold to this Highest Bidder

Cathryn de Bourgh

©All rights reserved. Its total or partial reproduction is prohibited without the consent of its author. Contemporary romantic fiction novel. Original title: Vendida al mejor postor.  Kelly Seed translation. December 2020.

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Life in the city is not what Alicia expected, she has not been able to finish his studies or achieve a promotion in the company she works for. Everything seems to be going wrong in Alexia's life until a friend convinces her that the only thing left for her is to sell her virginity for a million euros. She does not believe that a man would pay so much for a night with a virgin but finally agrees to auction her virginity at a modeling agency.

But when she meets the highest bidder, she begins to realize that she is not ready to do it and that it was all a bad idea. What she does not imagine is that that handsome millionaire with black eyes is not willing to lose the auction and will not leave her alone until he gets what he wants. And apparently he wants more than her virginity ...

Sold to this Highest Bidder

Cathryn de Bourgh

I was fed up with my work, my studies, of wanting to do so many things and only being able to do a tenth of it. I longed to be independent, that's the truth, and I believed that if I sold my virginity, I would be able to do that and much more.

It all started with a conversation on a rainy Sunday in the apartment I shared with my friend Betty in the center of Milan. We talked about people born who were with a silver spoon in their mouths and had everything handed to them on a plate.  Life was unfair, and all that nonsense makes you bitter and brings you down on a rainy and sad autumn day like that. Then you realize that if you are born poor and unlucky, the odds are stacked against you if you want to achieve something in this damn life.

I remember that we talked about men at one point, and I could only confess my zero experience on the subject because I was a virgin.

Betty's eyes lit up.

Are you a virgin? She asked, taking a drag on her cigarette, and looked at me incredulously.

At first, she didn't believe me. Actually, only my closest friends knew about it, and Betty thought I was joking. She knew a lot about sex and had told me very spicy things about men that made me laugh at the time. Despite my inexperience or maybe because of it, I liked to know, I was curious.

It's true. Why would I lie about something as tragic as that? Being a virgin at twenty-one is embarrassing, I answered very seriously, almost offended that she doubted me.

Betty put down her cigarette and went for a cup of hot tea and offered me one.

It's not embarrassing. I suppose you are waiting for the right man to come along, but since you are from a small town, I imagine that you will want to marry as a virgin, which makes me sad because I doubt that here you will find a man willing to take that step without first trying a piece of the pie. Don't be offended, but it's reality.

I told her that I did not expect to find a suitable man in this city.

Yes, I know, everyone here wants to try not only the cake but all the available cakes. They are promiscuous here; I don't go on dates anymore because everyone wants to touch me, and I can't stand it. It's too much for me, they take you to the movies, to dinner, and they always make time to bring you home so they can touch you.

Betty giggled when I said that.

You are a very sexy virgin, my friend. You have an amazing figure, and you are also blonde. The men of this country are dying for blondes. I don't know why; it has always been like this. And nowadays, a girl like you and a virgin is priceless.

Oh, how over the top you are.

I'm serious. Don't you watch the news?

You mean those Russian girls who sell their virginity for a million euros? What crazy man would pay so much money for one night of sex?

That's exactly what I'm talking about. Many crazy people would pay that sum to have a night with a beautiful virgin like you, Alexia.

Oh my God, I'm not beautiful at all. I only know how to wear makeup and dress nicely.

And you have incredible genetics. My genetics are a curse. There are no skinny women in my family; they are all plump.

Betty complained often about her weight. For me, she was not so plump, I had a cousin who was twice as fat, and she was happy.

There is a bit of everything in my family; it's not genetic. I had an aunt who was skinny no matter what she ate, I said. But I also have a cousin who is twice your size and is married to a handsome man who loves her, and I have never heard her complain.

Betty stared at me.

She's lucky, I guess. Here everyone is dying to be skinny, and some hate us for being fat.

But you laugh at that; you always have guys to go out with. And with expensive cars.

She smirked at me and then changed the subject.

Haven´t you ever thought of selling your virginity like the Russians do, Alexia? You could do it, and I'm sure they would pay you a lot for it, maybe a million euros.

I thought she was joking at first.

Oh, of course, yes ... maybe they'll give me a few thousand euros.

They'd give you a lot more, I'm sure. A friend did it and received two hundred thousand, but some pay much more.

Two hundred thousand for one night? That's crazy! It's so much money.

But they would pay you more, you're slim, blonde, and you don't look like a virgin. You are very sexy. And men like virgins. I know one who would pay a lot more for a pretty girl like you.

What?

I laughed, and we joked about what I could get, but I didn't take it seriously.

It was Betty who brought it up again a week later.

I never imagined that she would end up convincing me.

You can try and see how much they will give you. If you don't like them, you don't accept, and that's it.

I won't, Betty, stop insisting. I have never had sex before, and I would be too scared to do it with a stranger for money.

But you won't have to do anything because you're a virgin. He will have to do it all.

I looked at her, puzzled then. I didn't understand what she was talking about.

A month later, I had convinced myself to do it. I don't even know how. I guess I didn't think any man could pay a million to sleep with me, not even a three-figure value, and it was like a game, a joke.

I did not imagine that one day Ravenna would call to tell me that the stakes for sleeping with me had risen to four hundred thousand, much less that two weeks later, they would reach a million. It was all so fast that it surprised me, and I began to doubt whether I would be able to do it. Because the agreement was that if it did not reach a million, I would not do it, and I did not expect a man to pay that much.

That's what I was thinking about that day while I had a few drinks with my friends.

I had many friends, but only the three who accompanied me that day knew my secret. None approved, of course.

Are you still thinking of selling your virginity to the first madman who wants to pay enough for it? By the way, tell me something, how's it looking now?

Well, pretty good.

Helena looked at me with wide green eyes.

What?

Well, it has almost reached a million.

The three looked at each other.

So, you're actually serious? Alexia, you are crazy.

Sure, what do you think? I'm sick of having to wait.

It's crazy, said Lisa, the taller and slimmer girl of the group.

Yes, it is.

My life has never been normal, and besides, wouldn't you do it for a million euros? I replied.

My friends hesitated.

I would do it for a lot less, but even if I say it, I wouldn´t, Helena said.

Susy laughed.

Alexia, it's not what you think. Do you think they will only ask you for sex? They will want to do it without protection, and you will lose all possible virginities.

That last sentence surprised me. What the hell was she talking about?

What do you mean? I asked cautiously.

Well, not only will you lose your virginity, your hymen. He will want to do it from behind, and then he will ask you for things that will be scary or disgusting.

That won't happen, I said heatedly, I have already said that it will only be vaginal intercourse. Nothing weird. I assure you.

And you think he'll pay a million for a simple shag?

He'll pay a million to do it with a virgin, with me. I guess he must like me a lot.

Helena looked at me like I was crazy.

Do you realize that you're going to get into a room with a complete stranger who paid to sleep with you? Will you have the courage to have sex with a stranger when you can't even bear to be touched on a date?

She was right. I was very surly with the idiots who asked me out and then wanted to take advantage, that's why I had stopped going out, but that was different. I would have my million euros, and nothing else would matter to me. If I thought about it too much, I wouldn't go through with it. That's what Betty told me, and she was right.

Well, it will be stipulated in the contract. Nothing strange will happen that night. And if he hurts me, he must compensate me for twice the amount agreed.

Ana made a terrified face.

You're selling yourself for money, Alexia.

And selling yourself without knowing what sex is like seems like nonsense.

It will only be my virginity, and it will only be once, then I will be able to become independent and continue my life. No one will ever know. They are very discreet at the agency.

Listen, little fool, do you think it will be one night and they will forget you? No. They will want to offer you more; they always do. If they are willing to pay so much for you, they will want to tempt you to do it again, and, in the end, you will become a fine whore. Sorry to tell you, but someone has to.

Oh please, Ana, don't give me that. I'm not that silly, I know when to stop, and when I get that million, I will go far away, I will dye my hair, and no one will know about me for years. Well ... I promise to write, but ...

The three looked at each other.

So, you already have a candidate?

I smiled.

Yes, almost. The details need to be finalised because apparently, he wants me to sign a contract.

A contract? What kind of contract?

I don't know, I haven't read it yet, but the millionaire wants a certificate from my doctor confirming that I'm a virgin and also that I swear a certain confidentiality because he doesn't like the press either.

A millionaire? Oh no, you're crazy woman, crazy. Millionaires are not like ordinary people; they have strange tastes, and also, why do you have to sign a damn contract?

I didn't really know.

It's a formality. Nothing else.

Well, I think you shouldn't sign anything, or at least if you're going to sign, first, talk to a lawyer on your side.

Do you know that man? Have you seen him?

Not yet. We are in negotiations. He will send me his photo and a copy of the contract, but I don't know if it will be him or someone else since there are other interested parties. They know that I wanted to choose, and I don't care if I don't reach a million euros if he's handsome and polite.

I'd select before jumping in to have my first time. Everything would be done with great discretion, of course, and it would take me more time, but I was close to achieving it, which made me happy.

I want to have my own apartment and start a business.

Alexia, please don't do it. Try to think a bit. You will have sex with a stranger, and after he pays you, you will feel dirty. It will be a single night, and you will not have a nice memory of that.

I am determined to do it. Nothing will change my mind. It's better than going from one job to another, working for years, and never having anything. Life has not gone well for me; you know my story, and I think there is nothing wrong with this; many girls do. It's a good start. I'm not good at studying, but I'm good at inventing online businesses, and for that, I need a good investment. No one will know anyway.

What if that man looks for you later and wants to pay you to do it again? You haven't thought about what will happen next. He will pay a lot of money to sleep with you, do you think it will be one night? What if you don't feel like doing it with him? Alexia, you are a virgin. That is a delicate thing.

Yes, I've already thought of that. It is the reason why I want to see the photos and chat with the candidates. There is more than one, I said boastfully. But for them, it is a fantasy, a whim, and the contract will say that it will only be one night, I suppose. As soon as I sign it, I will receive an advance as a sign of commitment, but I want to meet with the highest bidder before signing.

And you will make a selection?

That's right.

And why is there so much pressure on a contract?

I guess it's because there's a lot of money at stake.

Alexia think about it; I don't think it's a good idea. Sex is something to enjoy, to desire, and being forced will not be pleasant for you. Even if you don't want to believe it, you are selling yourself to the highest bidder.

I won't sell myself to anyone, it'll just be one damn night, and I'll save myself a broken heart because I won't feel anything, I guess. I will not be tied in a romantic relationship or waste time. I will be able to buy a luxury apartment in the city center. Then I will start my own company.

And how do you think you will feel afterward? Have you not stopped for a minute to think about it?

I smiled.

"I suppose happy. I do not think there will be bad blood, if I had moral scruples, I would not have gotten into this, and I have been waiting for a good offer for months. I will choose the most handsome of course and the most educated. I don't want to do it with an arrogant fool. I just want it to