Three: The Party

                  

Three: The Party

 I woke up feeling like someone was watching me. I opened my eyes and saw the blue-eyed guy looking at me. I narrowed my eyes trying to adjust to the sunlight. I inhaled deeply. I quickly pulled myself up into a sitting position.

             "Wanna join me for a breakfast?" He asked.

             "Uhm, yeah sure."

             I followed him outside to a huge table. I sat at one of the chairs. A woman came to us.             "Good morning sir. What would you like for breakfast today?"

             "I'm gonna have the usual and coffee."

             "Got it sir. And what about you miss?" She smiled kindly at me.

             "Uhm, i don't know." 

             "Just, tell her what you want to eat. Anything." said the blue eyed guy.

             "Uhm, salmon salad and milk?" I was not even sure if they have it here. I've never tasted salmon before but my mom told me about it and said that it can be eaten raw.

             "Salmon salad and milk it is." She smiled.

             "Thank you, Karen." The blue-eyed guy said. I now realized that i don't know this guy's name. I kept referring to him as the blue-eyed guy since his eyes are the first thing that caught my attention.

             "What's your name?" I asked nervously.

             "Now you want to know my name?" He teased. This guy is cold but welcoming at the same time.

             "Just forget it." I quickly said.

             "Greyson." He answered.

             "Greyson?"

 "Uh-hu." I can feel his eyes were watching me. Then I realized that I was only wearing his white shirt and underwear, no bra. And i didn't realize how sheer this shirt was, until now. 

 "Stop looking at me!" I snap while quietly folding my arms in front of my chest. Trying to cover my body as much as I could.

 His face suddenly changed. His blue eyes looked darker, or maybe i was just imagining things. "You don't have the right to say that to me. I own you, remember?" He looks slightly irritated.

 I narrowed my eyes, getting really offended. "No one owns me! I am my own person. 500.000 dollar that your father spent on the auction doesn't mean anything to me!" I said angrily but still trying to keep myself calm.

He smirked and brought his face closer to mine. And we were just inches away from each other. "You know what, I was just this close to breaking my words for not touching you last night when I saw you dressed like that, sleeping on my bed. What should i do with you now?" He slowly pulled on the collar of the shirt that I was wearing. I felt myself blushing from his words. I quickly looked down and pulled myself away from his reach.

             Then Karen came back with food in both of her hands. "Here's your breakfast." She served the food on the table. "And sir, this file is from Mr. Alfred. He told me to give it to you." Karen said, handing a white file to Greyson who still has his eyes on me.

             "Thank you, Karen. You can leave now." Karen quickly did what she was ordered, leaving us both in awkward silence.

             I saw "Bambi Sivan" written on the cover of the map. 

             Greyson read the writing. "Hmm, Bambi Sivan..." he smirked, taking the glass of coffee from the table. "This must be interesting to read."

             I sighed and started to dig on the salmon salad nervously. Yes, knowing that this guy is reading through a file about me is making me nervous. 

             "Bambi Sivan, 17 years old." He took a sip from his glass of coffee. "Hmmm, you are young."

             "Well, that doesn't change the fact that you are trying to get into my pants." I said sarcastically. Not even looking at him.

             "Glad you know about that." He admitted shamelessly. I felt like my heart just dropped. "But you know, I don't even have to try. I actually have all the rights to get into your pants." 

             I can't help but blush as he continued reading through my file.

             "You have no disease or allergies and..." he stopped reading. He then looked at me with a smirk on his face. "You're a virgin?" 

             I choked myself. Greyson closed the file and handed me a glass of water. I drank the whole glass. But I still felt myself blushing. Am I the only one who thinks that topic is private?

             "That's private." I answered quietly.

             "Oh, you are a virgin." He stated, smirking.

             "I'm 17, what do you expect?" I snapped.

             "I didn't expect you to be a virgin." He answered. He sighed. "Hmm, what should i do with you?" He stroked my cheek and I pulled away quickly starting to feel scared.

             I tensed up when he started to get closer to me. "What is that on your neck?" He pulled my chair closer to him and tilted his head to look closer at the scar on my neck.     "What happened?"

             "It's fine." I covered it with my hair again. "I got hurt when they took me from my home." 

             He kept quiet but was still watching me. I didn't know what i was thinking. I just felt like I should give him more explanation. "It's just a scar now."

             He exhaled loudly and finally took his eyes off of me. "We have to attend a party tonight." He suddenly informed me.

             "What kind of party?"

             "Boring kind of party. That's why you have to keep me company." He stated. "Just wait in my room. I will send some people to help you get ready for the party. I have some business to take care of now." Then he left without saying anything else.

             I didn't finish my salad and went to Greyson's room. I took a bath and Karen came into the room with another 3 people.

             "Miss, we're here to help you get ready." 

             I smiled back at her and just sat there. They put my hair into a low messy bun and applied some makeup on my face. They made the makeup look as natural as possible. The only thing that popped out from my makeup look was the red lipstick.

             Then they helped me to get into a beautiful white long dress. Way more beautiful than the dress from yesterday. This one was not too revealing which I really appreciated.

             It had a high neck, short sleeves, and an open back.

             "Now you are ready to go, miss." Karen smiled widely at me.

             "Thank you." I smiled.

             "Come, I will take you to the car miss."

             "It's okay Karen. She's with me." I quickly searched for the owner of that voice. Greyson was leaning on the door frame. Karen and all the people quickly left the room.

Greyson closed the door and walked closer to me. Now he was just an inch away from me. Now he was dressed in an expensive-looking black suit. He smells like mint which somehow reminded me of the mint tea my mom used to drink all the time.

             I kept my head down and I bet he knew that i keep avoiding eye contact with him. "Look at me!" He commanded softly. I nervously looked at him in the eye. He continued to look at me, making me feel even more nervous than before. He pulled me by my waist and He gently placed one of his hands on my hair and play on it. I stood frozen. He started leaning down his face and i knew that he was going to kiss me. I quickly pulled away from him.

             "Y-y-you don't want t-to ruin my make up." I stuttered.

             "Hmmm, I sure want to ruin your lipstick and your dress." He teased. I felt my face turn red.

            "W-we've-got a party." Both of my hands were pushing his chest, shaking. He took my hand on one of his hands.

            He groaned. "What is wrong with me? I'm not usually this nice." He mumbled, more to himself than to me.

            He took me by the hand and we walked to the elevator. We stood there quietly and i kept looking down. My face felt so hot. Why does he have to live on the 58thfloor? Time goes slower in moments like this.

I could feel his eyes burning through my skin.

            He groaned again. "Fuck it." He then pressed me down on the elevator wall and trailed kisses all over my neck. Both of my hands are pinned down above my head. I moaned when he found my weak spot. It was located very close to the scar on my neck. He sucked on my skin, hard that it almost felt hurt.

            "G-greyson.."i moaned loudly again. "Wait, S-stop..."

            He stopped and stood back to where he was standing just right before the door opened. And I was left shocked, still glued to the wall. I gulped nervously and followed Greyson out of the elevator.

            I was covering my neck with my hand. There was something burning on it and I stopped to look at myself in one of the mirrors next to the entrance. I Tilted my head just to saw a red mark on my neck. Huge enough for everyone to see. I gasped, embarrassed.

            ThankGod the dress I was wearing today had a turtleneck. I was trying to cover the hickey with the turtle neck but people still might see it.

            "Bambi..."Greyson called, smiling innocently. Damn that guy. Damn this hickey.

I walked to him and he opened the car door for me. We both sit in the back seat. and Alfred in the driver's seat.

            "You Left a hickey on me!" I whispered and he just smiled without looking at me. I'm pretty sure Alfred can hear what I just said. But he didn't seem to care anyway.

            "Don't Cover it! Let that hickey explains what we just did in my room." He said loudly. Seriously? Is this a joke for him?

            "We Did nothing!" I shouted, maybe too loud. 

            "Yeah Yeah.. you heard that Alfred? She said we didn't do anything." I know he is just trying to tease me but doesn't he feel embarrassed talking about this kind of topic?

            "Yes, i believe you miss," Alfred answered with no emotion. I sighed and just stayed as quiet as possible, looking out the window.

            Alfred Stopped the car in front of a classic-looking mansion. People are all dressed fancily. Greyson, once again, opened the door for me and handed me his hand. I Hesitated but ended up taking his hand. I was walking in 10 cm heels and he was still towering over me. This place looked so much like a castle. A servant led us to a table. All the people that were sitting around that fancy roundtable stood up when we arrived. 

            "Mr.Grant, you've made it." That old man looked surprised. Greyson just smiled at him. So, his name is Greyson Grant? "Please take a seat. I'm happy you can be here with us."

            We both sit next to each other. And Greyson kept holding my hand under the table. My hands were sweaty and I was trying to get him to let go of my hand. Then he suddenly pulled the chair that I was sitting on right now, closer to his side.

It's quite surprising to see all these old men accompanied by young girls. They must be from the auction as well. I didn't know that it was normal for all these men to bring their slaves to parties like this.

The girls pour drinks for them, light their cigarettes for them, take off their suit for them. This site is really sickening. 

Some of the girls on my table look perfectly happy doing all these crap for their owner, but there are some that look as depressed as i am.

            "Who's This beautiful lady with you tonight?" An old men questioned. 

            "This Is Bambi Sivan. She's a girl...i'm living with." Greyson answered calmly. I'm surprised he didn't refer me as his slave or any sly remarks like that since these men are publicly calling all these young girls as their slaves or something related to that. I'm pretty sure all these man know that i came from the auction as well. But i kinda appreciate that Greyson doesn't treat me like one in front of all these people.

           The men are all talking about their businesses and their girls, not even caring about us listening.

"It's getting harder to find decent girls this time around in the market." One of the men said, continuing to tell his endless stories about all the young girl he had purchased. 

"I will trade one of my girls for that island you recently purchased." the other men replied. 

"No can do, that island is under my wife's name." He then said and started laughing along with everybody else.

Greyson stayed quiet most of the time, a small fake smile plastered on his face. He looks bored. People kept trying to make a conversation with him but he only replies briefly every single time. 

I can also see how all these men treat the girls as trophies or some kind. It's a status symbol. Some girls here are even dressed in very vulgar dresses and they do not look comfortable at all.

Greyson glances at me a couple of times, knowing how uncomfortable I must have been hearing all these conversations. He doesn't touch me at all, let alone inappropriately like how all these men are touching their slaves. 

Then, a servant put a plate of expensive-looking steak in front of me.

I've never had steak in over 7 years now. But I was holding down my excitement and waited for everybody to start eating. Then I felt like someone was watching me and this time, it was not Greyson. I looked around and saw that guy.