Eighty Five

May’s POV

Oh that’s right! I just remembered I needed to get some groceries, but I was going to have to do that later this evening, and mentally, I calculated what I had left. My savings were draining fast. Really fast.

The amount to be paid if I went for the auction was really going to hold the fort a whole lot, but I just wasn’t comfortable with the invite, and with the fact that Asher would be there. I mean, why in the whole did they invite me to be one of the people auctioned off at that event?

Was Ellen trying to pity me by adding me to the people that would be auctioned off, and paying me? That and so many questions were on my mind.

Who knew what creep or arrogant bastard would win my hand at dinner, and what else they might ask of me, even though the letter she sent clearly stated that all we needed to do was eat with them.

“I know you’re still thinking about that, but don’t you think you’re overthinking this?” Emily asked, being the usual pain in the neck she usually was. “I a