Jace
“Sold! Item 117 for twenty-five thousand dollars goes to the man in the blue suit with paddle number 12.” The emcee said as I lowered my paddle.
“That’s a beautiful piece. It would look good on my mantle,” Harlow’s breathy voice whispered towards me.
“Well, it’s not for you. And can you back up, your perfume is cloying.”
“You used to love the way I smelled,” she said, pouting.
“Not really, but now I love the smell of warm sugar,” I said. I looked behind me towards the bathroom. Was Ashlynn okay? She looked pale again, and I didn’t like that. Something was wrong. The way she acted and the things she said, I needed to let her know that I wasn’t mad at her. It was just the whole situation. My misunderstanding with that man, James, the way other men have looked at her. She
