Looking up at him with sleepy eyes, Annabel sat up and ran a hand through her hair. "Pancakes? I can never turn pancakes down..." she said, remembering how her ex-boyfriend hated when she hate foods that didn't allow her to loose weight or stay thin.
Reaching out, she took some milk off the cart and poured it into a saucer for Bosley, then moved to get her own plate of breakfast. After taking a few bites, she turned to him and sighed. "You didn't have to sleep on the couch, you know," she said, "I wasn't angry... I just didn't know what to think." She pushed her pancakes around in the syrup.
Winston sat in the back between Nyx and Connor, watching the auction start on the stage in front of them. With every girl who was walked across stage, Winston and Connor earned any where between one hundred to five hundred grand, depending on their talents and appearance.
When it was all over, Winston collected the money, halved it with Connor, and quickly waved the clients out of the house. They didn't care though, for they were ready to take their new slaves home with them.
"Good night, I have to say," he murmured, nudging Connor, "You're staying the night, right? The storm is too bad for you to take a plane out before morning..."
Reaching out, she took some milk off the cart and poured it into a saucer for Bosley, then moved to get her own plate of breakfast. After taking a few bites, she turned to him and sighed. "You didn't have to sleep on the couch, you know," she said, "I wasn't angry... I just didn't know what to think." She pushed her pancakes around in the syrup.
Winston sat in the back between Nyx and Connor, watching the auction start on the stage in front of them. With every girl who was walked across stage, Winston and Connor earned any where between one hundred to five hundred grand, depending on their talents and appearance.
When it was all over, Winston collected the money, halved it with Connor, and quickly waved the clients out of the house. They didn't care though, for they were ready to take their new slaves home with them.
"Good night, I have to say," he murmured, nudging Connor, "You're staying the night, right? The storm is too bad for you to take a plane out before morning..."