12
Stella
The past thirty days have been the best of my life, maybe that’s why a knot forms in my stomach when I see Samantha’s name light up on my phone. Swiping my finger across the screen, I feel the knot tighten.
“Hello,” I say, putting it to my ear.
“Stella, I’m calling to let you know that your final five million has been deposited into your account and your contract is now complete.” That’s Samantha, always straight to the point.
“Hmm. Thank you.” It’s all I can bring myself to say, and it almost sounds like a question. I should be jumping up and down, but the money doesn’t seem to hold the same appeal it once had, maybe because it means our time is over. I have no reason to stay now. Nothing binds me to this place.
“Will you be continuing into another contract with the Cortez brothers, or would you like to do another auction? I have one set for next week.”
“I…I…“ I’m not sure what to say, but I know I won’t be doing another auction. As for another contract with Aaron and Justin, that’s not something I want either, unless it’s one that has us bound by the state of Nevada. They haven’t asked me to stay either. We haven’t really talked much about why am I here. None of us really brought up the auction after the night they took my virginity.
They said they wanted me here, they bid on me so that I would finally give them a chance. They said they had wanted me from the moment they laid eyes on me. But we never talked about what would happen after my thirty days were up. They never said they wanted me to stay beyond that.
This didn’t feel like just some fling. Not with the way they have treated me over the past few weeks. It was like I was their everything. They became mine. Gone were thoughts of the farm, and I haven’t even gotten a call in all the time I was here to bail my father out of some kind of trouble he had gotten himself into once again. Everything has just been so perfect.
The other night I made an off-hand joke about their time almost being up. I was waiting to see if they would ask me to stay, to give a type of reassurance that wasn’t given in the heat of the moment during sex. I’d seen a look of guilt flash across Justin’s face, but before I could call him on it, Aaron had me pinned to the wall, his cock deep inside me, telling me I wasn’t going anywhere. They both fucked me all night until I finally passed out from exhaustion.
That’s what always happened if something about how I got here or my leaving soon was mentioned. It didn't matter where or what we were doing, they’d both be on me in seconds. But now the time has come. I don’t want to go back to the farm, I’d stay here in a heartbeat if they asked me, but they haven't even told me they love me. Maybe I’m moving too fast. It has only been thirty days. Maybe I’ll go back to the farm and they’ll date me? The idea is almost laughable. Them just dating me. We’re so much more than that. But maybe they don’t see it that way. They could be this intense with all their past lovers for all I know. Maybe they don't want to talk about the thirty days being up because they don't want to upset me. Now that look of guilt Justin had the other night sits at the forefront of my mind.
I hear Samantha clear her throat, and I realize I haven't responded to her question.
“No, not another auction. I’m not sure what I’m going to do next,” I tell her, because it’s the truth.
She laughs into the phone. “I mainly called to poke at the Cortez brothers, but I guess they aren't on top of you as I thought they would be.”
I feel myself blush at her words because she has no idea how on top of me they have been, or how on top of them I’ve been, or maybe she does.
“Well then, why don’t you come down here and I’ll put you back up for auction, and you can see how fast they show up.”
I smile at her words. Of course they would. I’m being ridiculous. Aaron would probably have a freaking heart attack if I put myself back up on auction, and Justin would most likely fuck me on the stage just to prove a point. Both of them are extremely jealous when it comes to me.
A few weeks back, Justin ordered room service, and he saw the guy glance over at me, he and Aaron almost lost it. Aaron was telling him to not even look in my direction, and Justin was asking him if he liked his job. I think word got around, because now none of the staff will even make eye contact with me anymore. Brutes.
“I’m staying here,” I say, with more confidence now. I’m letting little doubts cloud my mind and I shouldn’t.
“Of course you are, but if you ever feel like giving them a nice poke, I’d be more than happy to oblige.”