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THE DAY IS PERFECT AND SUNNY, with just enough of a breeze to make it feel like summer’s finally settling in. the event’s held in a sprawling park, green grass stretching as far as you can see. the air smells of fresh-cut grass and the sound of rich kids laughing, running around, filling the air with their carefree noise. a few families set up their picnic blankets, but all eyes are on the large podium set up in the middle of it all, where girls in sundresses stand, baskets of flowers in their arms, smiling at every bidder. they’re all the type you’d expect, well-kept, perfect.

you stand off to the side, watching it all unfold. your parents insisted you join in, seeing it as a “great opportunity” to mingle with the other high-society kids you already knew so well.

the bidding starts, and the first few girls get bids, nothing too impressive, just enough to keep the thing rolling. you glance at the crowd, scanning for someone, anyone you could talk to. that's when you spot him.

chris sturniolo. of course. he strolls into the scene, like he owns the entire park. hands stuffed into his pockets, sunglasses perched on his head, and you can’t help the way your eyes follow him as he walks over to the crowd.

he doesn’t acknowledge you right away, but you feel his gaze flicker over you as he gets closer. it’s almost like a silent acknowledgment, something that makes the air between you two feel charged. you don’t know why you’re surprised. of course he’s here, acting like the life of the party.

as the bidding continues, your name is called. you step up to the front, a confident smile on your face. you’re standing there, trying to look casual, but you can’t stop watching him as he takes his place, eyes narrowing a little when they call prices

“$1,000,” a man from the crowd calls, looking pleased with himself.

you roll your eyes. this is stupid.

but then chris lifts his paddle. "two thousand," he says, his voice smooth, like he’s casually placing a bet on a race. no hesitation.

the crowd goes quiet for a second, the girls on the podium frozen. you swallow hard. he’s bidding on you. it’s absurd, and it doesn’t feel real. everyone’s staring at you, but chris doesn’t seem to care.

“$3,500,” says another guy quickly.

“$5,000,” he announces calmly.

and before anyone can say anything else, the auctioneer calls it. “sold! to mr. sturniolo for $5,000!”

you’re left standing there, confused, speechless. you didn’t expect this, but here you are, being sold to some guy who barely knows your name. some guy who you met a couple weeks ago, at most. the auctioneer gestures to you, and it hits you like a wave: you have to go to him. now.

with a tight smile, you walk toward chris, his eyes locked on you. you try to keep your composure, but inside, you're furious and slightly uncomfortable. he raises an eyebrow at you, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“guess we’re having a picnic now, huh?” he says, voice low, amused. you nod, trying to play along.

you both find a spot in the corner of the park. it’s quiet, away from the chaos, but there’s an awkwardness hanging in the air. chris sits down first, casually adjusting his sleeves, watching you with an unreadable expression as you sit across from him.

he doesn’t break the silence right away. you glance at the picnic spread, some delicious snacks, and a bottle of expensive wine. his presence is overwhelming, and for a moment, you just want to get it over with.

“so, this is... nice,” you say, trying your best to sound polite. he’s too close, the way he sits back with that confidence, like he knows exactly what he's doing. but you try not to let it show.

"yeah, it's great," he replies, voice dripping with that casual arrogance that always seems to get to you. "only the best for you, doll."

you force a smile, taking a sip of your drink, trying to ignore the fact that this whole thing feels like a game to him. “i’m just here to make my parents happy,” you say, trying not to sound too annoyed.

"i’m sure," he mutters, reaching for a sandwich, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. "so tell me, what’s a girl like you do for fun when she’s not busy being sold at auctions?"

you can't help the soft laugh that escapes your lips, but it’s laced with bitterness. “fun? yeah, i guess that’s not something that fits in my schedule.” you take another bite of your sandwich, avoiding his gaze.

he leans forward slightly, his tone shifting, more interested now. "you're pretty different than the others," he says quietly, watching you closely. "what’s that about?"

you don’t want to admit it, but there’s something in his voice that makes you feel exposed, like he can see through your carefully built walls. “i’m just not interested in this world,” you finally admit, your eyes meeting his for the first time since you sat down. “it’s just all kinda fake.”

“you think so?” he asks, his voice softening just a little. his smirk fades, and for a brief moment, you see something more real in his eyes. it’s fleeting, but it’s there.

you nod, your heart still pounding a little faster than you want it to. you don’t know why, but in this moment, chris feels less like the arrogant asshole and more like someone you could... maybe understand.

but then, just as quickly, he’s back to his usual self, leaning back with a grin. "well, doll, i'm just here to make sure you enjoy the ride. guess we’ll see how much fun you can have with me."

you roll your eyes, trying to hide the warmth that creeps up your neck. but he’s not wrong, this is definitely something you didn’t expect.

chris sat next to you, his hand resting casually on the blanket, his expensive watch catching the sunlight. you couldn’t help but glance at it, at him. he hadn’t said much since you both sat down, his eyes focused on something far off in the distance. it wasn’t like him to stay quiet for so long. maybe it was the heat or maybe he was actually playing the game of trying not to show that he cared. most likeky, he just did not care. you didn’t know, and honestly, you didn’t care enough to ask.

you took a sip of your drink, your fingers gently caressing the rim of the glass, pretending to be uninterested in him. but your heart was beating faster than it should’ve been.

after a while, chris shifted on the blanket, finally breaking the silence. he turned his head toward you, his eyes catching yours. “you know, you’ve been quiet,” he said, his voice smooth and calm, the cocky undertone always there. “you used to be a lot more fun.”

you shot him a look, rolling your eyes. “maybe i just don’t enjoy this whole thing as much as you do.” you gestured around you at the other people mingling in the distance. “all this forced small talk. the pretending. it’s exhausting.”

he smirked, eyes glinting with amusement. “so you’re bored, huh?” he leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against yours. “what if i told you, you don’t have to pretend anymore?”

“oh, really?” you raised an eyebrow, finally meeting his gaze with a challenge in your eyes. “and what makes you think i'd listen to you?”

he leaned even closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “because i know exactly how to make you stop pretending.”

you shivered, the warmth of his breath against your skin making it hard to concentrate. the tension between you two had been building all day, and now, you were finding it harder to pretend that you didn’t feel the pull.

without warning, he leaned in, his lips pressing firmly against yours. it wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t sweet. it was hungry, urgent, like he couldn’t wait any longer. you froze for a moment, surprised by how assertive he was, how he took control in an instant. but the moment you felt the heat of his kiss, your body reacted on its own, responding with a force you didn’t know you had.

his hand found your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. your heart raced as he gently tugged at the fabric of your expensive designer dress, his fingertips grazing your skin. the world around you disappeared. the chatter of the guests, the picnic, the sun, everything faded away until it was just the two of you, tangled up in a kiss that was too long, too intense.

when you finally pulled away, you were breathless. your lips tingled, and you found yourself staring at him, shocked by the suddenness of it all. “what the hell was that?” you whispered, trying to sound angry, but your voice betrayed you.

chris just smirked, a cocky grin playing at the corner of his lips. “you better get back to your parents. don't want 'em getting the wrong ideas.”

you didn’t know how to respond, your heart still racing, as you stood up. you knew one thing, though. this whole thing, it was far from over.

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