Bidding My Life Away

Sydnee Gaudino is 17 years old. She lives in Buffalo, New York, just like thousands of other teenagers. When she turns 16, the Wealth academy decides if she's pretty enough to go through the auction, which is a privilege. And when she turns 18, she has to be auctioned off to a guy, just like every other girl. If she's lucky, a caring, young man will buy her, who won't treat her like a slave.


3. My New Home

     I smiled excitedly and rushed over to meet him. Putting his arm around me, he smiled.

     "Hello, Miss Sydnee, correct?" he said as we walked out of the building.

     "Yes, sir," I said, shivering in the evening cold. Noticing, he walked faster to his car, where he parked. He led me to a shining white Mercedes. He opened the door for me, then hurried over to his side. After turning on the car and our seat warmers, he looked at me and smiled.

     "My name is Louis Tomlinson. In public, you will call me sir. However, when it is just us you can call me Louis," Louis said, pulling out into the street. "That dress looks stunning on you, by the way."

     I blushed and turned towards the window. "Thank you... sir," I mumbled, just for good measure I used sir instead of Louis, even though we were alone.

     "Rule number one," he said, gently grabbing my chin and turning me towards him. We were stopped at a red light. "Look at me when you talk to me and when I'm talking to you. No mumbling. I absolutely can not stand it," he said, letting go of my chin and ruffling his hair.

     "Okay, sir," I said, looking at him directly in the eyes.

     "Much better," he said, smiling at me. He sure liked to smile a lot. But it was okay, because I loved his white-toothed smile. "Rule number 2," he said as we pulled up to a tall, iron gate. After punching in some numbers, he continued, "You can not use your phone at the dinner table or when we're together. Otherwise, you can text and call whoever you want."

     We pulled up to a beautiful, massive brown house with a wrap around porch.

     Before unlocking the car, he said one more thing, "Rule number 3. You will not go anywhere unless one of my servants or myself goes with you. I don't see why you would try, but if you do try to escape, I will find you and punish you severely. Do you understand?"

     "Yes sir," I said, looking at him again.

     He smiled at me. "Just follow those three, simple rules and we'll get along just fine."

     He got out of the car and then let me out. He led me inside to a firm, untouched looking foyer. It had had hard looking couches and glass tables. Next, he led me to a tall wooden staircase. Once upstairs, he said, "You have a choice to either sleep with me or in your own room."

     "Uh, since it's my first day, I'd kinda like to have my own room," I replied. After seeing his expression darken, I said, "Well, never mind. I know sooner or later I'm going to share a room with you, so what's the sense in moving stuff to here, and then to your room? I'd rather sleep with you, sir."

     Something about Louis scared me. But what was even scarier was that I liked it.

     "Okay," he said, leading me to the third door on the right.

     He opened the door to a room with a California king bed and white walls. All the furniture was modern. Across the room, there was a big bay window that showed New York in all its glory.

      "This is beautiful," I said looking out the window.

     "Just like you," Louis whispered against my neck. His words sent shivers down my neck and gave me goose bumps. "Marlene left some night clothes for you in the bathroom. Change into them and then get under the covers."

     "Okay, Louis," I replied, trying out the name even though he told me it was okay. He didn't say anything, so I let out a sigh of relief and went to the bathroom. Laying on the sink counter was a black silky tank top with matching shorts. The fabric felt smooth once it was on. Without looking in the mirror, I made my way back to the bed. Louis was already under the covers, looking at me with his mesmerizing eyes.

     "Come on," he said, patting the bed.

     Taking a deep breath, I climbed under the covers and looked at him. He smiled with his lips closed, planted a kiss on my forehead, and then wrapped his arms around me. Before I knew it, we had both fallen asleep to the sound of each other's breathing. 


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I hope you all like it as much as I like Louis.

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