Auctioned to Him

by Charlotte Byrd

  The harsh morning light also brought about a sense of clarity for me. I thought about what Justin had done to me and how awful I had felt by the way that he cheated and lied to me. Then I thought about my supposed best friend Amy and how she had deceived me. All of this made me realize that I was not ready to be in another relationship for quite some time and that when I was ready it would be with someone that I could fully trust and believe. I couldn’t believe that I had even thought about Sebastian in that way. From the looks of it, he was even worse than Justin and certainly not someone I would ever want to associate with. I’d be nice and polite to him during office hours but I’d definitely be staying clear of him. And so what if he was so good looking – there were plenty of good looking people in the world. I thought of that poor girl that had bought him lunch and wondered how many other women had experienced the exact same treatment from him. I hated guys like that. I wondered if Abbie had ever had a thing with him. I was dying to ask her. She seemed almost not to see his good looks but I wondered whether that was because she had just gotten used to his looks or because something had happened which had turned her against him. If he was such a womanizer I would find it strange if he hadn’t tried something with her – especially as she was so cute and bubbly. Unless he didn’t mix work and pleasure.

  I could feel the sun shining through my curtains despite the early morning and I decided that it would be a good day to wear a dress. I had a lovely blue dress with tiny white birds dotted all over that was very summery while still being somewhat smart. I put on a small cardigan over it and some simple white heels. The dress code at work didn’t seem too strict and I had seen quite a few different outfits the day before so I figured the dress would be fine.

  “Ah, you look so lovely. I’m so glad I got you that spray tan the other day – it looks great against that colour. Which reminds me, I better book us in for another one soon. I don’t want that beautiful tan fading on you too quickly especially since you’re now going to be spending most of your days indoors. I’ll set something up for the weekend. And before you say no… well you can’t. It’s happening. So, are you ready for day two?” Danielle asked me as I walked into the kitchen.

  “I actually wasn’t even going to say no, can you believe it! I quite like the way I look with the tan. Look how much you are rubbing off on me! And yeah, I am ready for day two. I still have your necklace on! I am determined to make today a better day than yesterday. I’m sure it will be. Surely nothing can be more embarrassing than what I already went through. Now I can soldier on. I think day two is going to be even better. Also, we went through all my work yesterday so I don’t think I’ll even need to be around Sebastian all that much.”

  “That’s my girl. You go out there and do your thing!”

  “Thanks Danielle. Ooh, is that a blueberry muffin?” I pointed to a plate of muffins next to her.

  “Yes indeed. Here take one and heat it up – it goes well with a cup of coffee. I have to get going so just put the rest in that container when you leave and pop them in the fridge. Have a great day Jane!”

  I did as she told, enjoying the delicious muffin and coffee before heading out to work. I would try and make an extra effort to eat a bit healthier in the morning but in that moment I simply didn’t have the time or energy to think about it. And stress usually helped keep my weight down so I was all good on that front. I got into my car and waited for it to heat up. I still had the same car that I’d had ten years ago and even though I would hate to see it go I knew that eventually I’d have to get a new one. Still this trusty old 2000 Honda had done me proud and I’d had very little issues with it in the past. Getting rid of it would be like getting rid of a bit of my past. Although most of the memories involved Justin so perhaps that wouldn’t be a bad thing. If I ever had to bump into him again I’d want him to see me getting into a brand new car so that he could see that I had moved on with my life. I would hate nothing more for him to take pity of me living the same life that I had when I was with him while he had clearly moved on with his. I shook my head in disbelief – why was I thinking about Justin so early in the morning and why did I even bother to think that he honestly cared what car I was driving. He didn’t even care about me so I doubt he had any interest in my car. It had been two days since I had last checked up on him and I was happy with my resolve. The new job had given me more important things to worry about. But then, all that crumbled when I opened up my Instagram and went straight to his feed. And there he was – smiling into the camera, a funny hat on his head and a guitar in his arms. The caption read: Just me and my guitar. We’d only been broken up for a few months and in all the years that I had known him I hadn’t known him once to play the guitar. I didn’t even know that he knew how to play and I certainly never saw a guitar in the house. I saw that the next post was a video of him playing and I quickly switched off my phone and threw it onto the seat next to me. I suddenly felt angry. How could I know so little about the guy that I had been with for so long? But mostly, why had he hidden so much of himself from me? Had he been going for secret guitar lessons? Or had he started the moment that we had broken up?

  “Whatever! I don’t need you Justin. You go and play your stupid guitar like there’s nothing in the world wrong with what you did to me. I bet you’re not very good at it anyway. You’re just looking for attention like you always do. Lying scumbag!” I said out loud and then started the car. It purred into action and I patted the dashboard, “At least you’ve been good to me Mr Honda.”

  I put my music on, some nineties rock that felt perfect for the car and made my way to work, singing at the top of my voice. It always felt so releasing to sing in the car and I immediately felt myself relax. Then out of nowhere a car swerved past and cut me off. A Bentley! Of course! There was always one idiot on the road that made the drive frustrating.

  “Idiot!” I yelled out and then turned my music up, singing even louder than before. The song was all about angst and frustration and was perfect for how annoyed I was at that moment.

  Then, the same car went back to the other lane, cutting off another car and somehow ended up behind me again. I laughed at that, glad that I was now in front of the idiot who was in some desperate hurry to get somewhere. But the moment he found a gap he tried to cut in front of me again. This time, he didn’t plan it nearly as well as the first time and instead of getting ahead of me he knocked straight into me. I heard a massive crunch and felt the car swerve to the side and no matter what I did I couldn’t get it back under control. The car skidded a few times before coming to a halt and I felt myself thrown back against my seat. I took a huge breath, not realizing that I had been holding my breath and said a silent thank you that I was in one piece. Then I sat and allowed a few swear words to come hurtling out of my mouth. I got out of the car with shaky hands and saw that my car was completely wrecked. The Bentley had stopped behind me, with only a few scratches on its door, and I rushed straight up to it, ready to give the driver a piece of my mind. I couldn’t believe that it was a Bentley that had crashed into me – out of all the cars! I just hoped that the guy would be nice enough admit that it was his fault because there was no ways that I was going to be able to pay for the damage to my car let alone be responsible for his. However, by the way he was driving there was no doubt in my mind that I’d be dealing with someone who was probably not the nicest or kindest in the world.

  “What the hell? Why did you do that? Are you okay?” I added the last part in because I suddenly realized that he might be hurt – even if the accident had been his fault. The windows were tinted and I couldn’t see inside but I was glad to see the car door opening. One foot came out of the car, then another and then the man got out of the car.

  “Oh no! Sebastian!”

  Chapter 16 - Sebastian

  The last person that I had expected to see, climbing wearily out of my car, was Jane. I rubbed my eyes as if I were imaging her.

  “Why aren’t you wearing shoes?” I don’t know why
those were the first words that came out of my mouth. I was still feeling disorientated and when I looked down I was surprised to see her without shoes. As I said it I noticed that she was wearing a cute little summer dress which showed off her legs. She wasn’t tall, but she did have a good set of pins on her.

  “What? You want to know why I’m barefoot? Are you serious right now?” She sounded incredibly pissed off at me and not at all the shy Jane that I had encountered the day before.

  “Well, it’s strange, that’s all.” I didn’t know how to backtrack so I just carried on with the conversation.

  “No it’s not strange, nor is it really important right now. You try driving with high heels and you see how difficult it is. I’m just more comfortable driving without shoes. My heels are lying on the seat next to me and they were ready for me to wear for work. What? Are you scared that I was going to pitch up to work without shoes? Worried about what everyone else would think?” Geez, she sounded so mad at me.

  “No, no. You can do what you want. Sorry, it was just the first thing I noticed.” I still didn’t even know why I had said it.

  “I cannot believe that the first question you asked me was about my shoes. Shouldn’t the first question have been ‘are you okay?’ – How was that not your first question? And why the hell did you keep cutting me off like that? You were driving like an idiot – trying to get ahead of everyone. It’s people like you that make the road so unsafe. I’m so annoyed right now. You’re not the only person on the road, you know.”

  Well, she certainly had guts, yelling at her boss in that way. I had to give her credit for it. But the more I watched her, the more comical the whole thing suddenly looked to me. She was standing in her little dress, without shoes and with her hands on her hips. If she was trying to be threatening then she truly was losing the battle. I couldn’t take it anymore. I suddenly burst out laughing. Of course, the more I laughed the more upset she got, and the more upset she got, the more I laughed. Her face was going red with frustration. I quite liked it. There were certain people that just looked cute when they got annoyed and she was one of them. I knew that I was going to enjoy annoying her just in the same way I tried to annoy Abbie. I laughed again when I saw her squeeze her face up in aggravation.

  “Why are you laughing? It’s not funny. I know I’m okay but you could’ve seriously injured me. Or killed me. It’s not really a laughing matter. I’m so angry right now. Is this your way of getting back at me for spilling coffee on your shirt? Because I could’ve just gotten you another shirt you know.”

  “Really? And how exactly were you planning on doing that? You have no money in your account if memory serves me correctly?” I wished I hadn’t said that. She was easy to mess with but that came out very wrong. I saw her cheeks redden.

  “I do have money in my account. I don’t know why it got declined. That was not the greatest moment for me, so thanks for bringing it up again. Anyway, I have a job now anyway. So get yourself a shirt and take the money off my salary.”

  “Jane, don’t stress about the shirt. It was just coffee. I’m not mad about that at all. And I don’t care that your card got declined – these things happen. I didn’t mean to cut you off like that and of course I didn’t mean to drive into you. It was an accident. I didn’t go out of my way to do that to you.”

  “So exactly how long is it going to take you to say sorry? Because you do realize that I wasn’t in the wrong, don’t you?”

  I smiled at her. She was gusty alright. “I’m sorry. It was completely my fault and I’ll pay for the damage to your car. Really, I’m sorry. I’m always in such a rush to get everywhere. My car drives fast and it’s so frustrating being behind slow drivers.”

  I probably shouldn’t have said that. That just seemed to make her even angrier. “You do realize that I was going at the speed limit. Which means that I’m not a slow driver but rather a driver that was abiding by the laws of the road. Going at NORMAL speed. Ever heard of such a thing? You know… the law!”

  “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. It’s coming out all wrong and I really am trying to apologize. I’m glad you’re okay. Come on, let’s go have a look at your car and salvage your shoes.” She glared at me then even though I was just trying to lighten the mood. I noticed that her hands were shaking slightly and I felt bad – I guess it must’ve been a shock to her. Her car was worse off than I had initially thought. In fact I would go as far as saying it was completely wrecked. I saw her staring in horror at it as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.

  “Mr Honda.” She whispered.

  I looked at her then, slightly amused. “Uh… did you just call your car Mr Honda? Does your car have a name?”

  She looked at me with so much hatred in her eyes that I flinched. “Yes. Well he had a name. Look at him now. The poor thing. He’s never going to come out of the hospital alive.”

  I burst out laughing. “The hospital?! You do realize that your car is not a human being? I think you’ve slightly lost it.”

  I saw a smile playing on the corner of her lips, as if she was trying not to laugh. “I don’t know why I said hospital. And yes, I do know that. It’s just… well I’ve had this car for a very long time. It’s like family to me. I know that probably sounds stupid to someone like you.” Someone like me?

  I heard music coming from the car, despite the fact that the car was trashed and I moved in closer to listen.

  Something’s wrong, shut the light Heavy thoughts tonight And they aren't of Snow White Dreams of war, dreams of liars Dreams of dragon's fire And of things that will bite

  “Enter Sandman! Nice choice in music.” I said to her suddenly impressed by her good taste in music. She didn’t seem the Metallica type.

  “You’re a fan of Metallica?” She sounded incredulous – apparently I didn’t seem the type either.

  “Yes, and don’t look so shocked. It’s great music. Who doesn’t like it?”

  “Actually you’ll be surprised at how many people don’t even know who Metallica is. Not people that I’d want to hang out with let me tell you that.”

  I laughed at that. “You know, Jane, for once I actually agree with you.” I watched as she reached into the car to switch off the music and grab her bag and shoes. I couldn’t help but watch as her dress lifted slightly with the wind and I caught a brief glimpse of her underwear. I saw a flash of white and then the dress was back down again.

  “So, you got your shoes. Are you going to put them on now?” I asked her, back talking about shoes again for some unknown reason. Jane frustrated me. I didn’t even think she was cute and yet I felt different around her. Uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time.

  “No.”

  “No? Why not?” This girl was so strange. So different. Most of the time she said things that I would just not expect her to say.

  “To be honest. I hate heels.”

  “But you wore heels yesterday too and now you brought them in to wear again. Why?” I wasn’t sure why I had remembered what shoes she was wearing the day before – I wasn’t usually quite so observant.

  “I don’t know. Because that’s what you do when you’re trying to impress on your first week at the job.”

  I laughed at that. I bit my tongue and didn’t mention the fact that she had already spilled coffee all over her boss and gotten into a car accident with him. “You really should wear whatever you want. There’s no dress code at the casino and I have always believed that people work a lot harder when they are comfortable.”

  “So I can wear my slippers?”

  I chuckled at the image. “I dare you.”

  “I might then. Okay, I need to call someone to get this car. There’s no way it’s going to be good enough to drive in this terrible condition.”

  “Do you have a number to call?”

  “I do. It’s on my phone as well as on a notebook which I keep in the car. I’m a pretty organized person.”

  “I see that. Glad we hired you then. Go on, I’
ll wait for you to finish on the phone.”

  I watched as she walked off and made the call, impressed once again at how much she had things under control. She seemed to have everything under control except for herself and she came across as quite a contradiction. I saw her talking animatedly into the phone, waving her arms as she spoke.

  “All sorted?” I asked when she got back.

  “All sorted. The tow truck is on its way. From the sound of things, he won’t be much longer than twenty minutes tops.”

  “Okay great, I’ll wait here with you.”

  “You really don’t have to wait with me Sebastian. I don’t mind waiting alone.”

  “Don’t be silly, a pretty young girl waiting on the side of the street holding nothing but a pair of heels? That’s just asking for trouble. Now, let me quickly phone Alison to let her know that we’ll be late.”

  I phoned Alison and told her the story. She seemed very worried but I assured her that everything was fine and I told her to let the rest of the team know what had happened. Thankfully the busy day at work had been yesterday so there wasn’t even a huge rush to go in.

  “Okay, all sorted. And the boss can’t even be upset with you seeing as though it was the boss that got you into this mess in the first place and the boss that’s standing right beside you now. If only we had some coffee to have while we wait.”

  “Actually, I do have some! That’s if it survived the crash of course. Hang on.” I watched as she went to the car and came back with a thermos and a huge grin on her face. She took a sip and then handed it to me. “And hey, it’s still hot.”

  “You really are organized. Thank you. Oh and look, you didn’t spill any on me this time.” I took a grateful sip.

  “True. But I’m still wondering if I should throw some on you.”

  “What? You’d do that to me?”