Auctioned Mates Revenge

Chapter 8

#Chapter 8 Home 

Glenda’s POV 

When I walked to the foyer with my bag, Matt was standing there waiting to escort me out of the building. 

He eyed the small canvas bag in my hands and his eyes narrowed, “Is that all?” 

What did he think? That I owned a full wardrobe? I‘m a whore. Clothes were made to make me sell then come off and Larry’s charged extra for closet space. This bag held everything I had managed to keep with me over the past three years. Between several brothels, it wasn‘t much, but it was all mine. 

“Yes.” 

Matt nodded stiffly, “Let‘s go.” 

Trista looked a bit furious as I passed her, but I paid her no mind, allowing Matt to escort me back to his car.

When the door came down, closing me inside the car, I relaxed with a little sigh. 

I would never see Larry’s again.

Matt climbed into the car beside me, cranked up the engine, and guided the car away from the building. Some song was playing from the radio as he turned on the seat warmers. The warmth eased the tension in my back and watched the city go by. 

Where was he taking me? Would he put his mistress in another house or in a room in his? Perhaps, he would put me up in some penthouse never to see him again.

That wouldn‘t do. 

Matt was barely older than I was. His father, Ben, was who I needed access to and I couldn’t do that from a separate residence.

Ben knew what had happened to my pack. He was the most likely person behind the attacks.

“Mr. Wallber,” I began carefully. “As I asked to be your only mistress…”

laugh and I held my tongue for what he would say. Maybe that hadn’t been the right

must read the news about my long

didn’t care about his girlfriends. Let them continue to serve his sexual desires, so long as I got an opportunity to learn

again to himself, “Never

want of any form of exclusivity, but why not just tell me what he meant? I was just a whore whom he happened to

I could see the lights of a house in the distance. It wasn’t a

home,” he said gesturing to the

charming house, though this close I could guess it had at least six rooms. No matter how nice it looked, it

be living

him as if he could read

than I could hope

it doesn’t seem big enough, I do not live at the pack‘s house. This is my home of choice,” His lips twitched, “Well, our home

easy? Was he an idiot to let some stranger into his home like this or was the

He offered his hand and I took it, allowing him to help

car to grab my bag and carried it into the house. It was strange to see him carrying it. I expected a servant to pop out of nowhere to take it. He walked to the front door and tapped

I asked

 

me inside as the lights leading away from the front door spilled light down the hallway. I ducked my head to

the bare minimum of a security system. He was either very arrogant, very stupid, or both. My hands twitched with

need to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.”

How could the son of my enemy make such a statement

trick to lure me into a false sense of security. I could never be secure in the house of a man I intended to ruin. I smiled at him and preceded him into the house without looking back

comfortable. When the door closed behind him, I was simply grateful. At least there would be a small reprieve before I

of my evening gown and stepping i n. The steam filled the shower in seconds as I stood under the hot

been years since I had soaked in a bathtub. I eyed the separate

probably wouldn‘t last much longer than any of the other

at the thought. I should be ecstatic that things were going so well, that the son of my enemy was comfortable enough to

I didn’t have a name or use

it was, it

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