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Chapter 2

Kyra POV

The grand ballroom of Reynolds Hotel is beautiful with its crystal chandeliers, the elegant women dress in couture gowns and the sharp men dress in tailored suits. The auction prizes ranging from a trip to Paris on a private jet to box sets to the Tampa Bay Buccaneers had created a great bidding and excitement. But not as much as when it came time to auction off five famous women. One by one the women were snatch up until one is remained. Guess Who?

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next auction item was to be a dinner date with two-time Tony Award winner Alexis Montez." The auctioneer says.

Alexis, exotically beautiful at the table with Trent and my other family members, stands. Applause erupts. She waves, but doesn't go to the podium like the other women.

"However, Mrs. Montez is now Mrs. Trent Morgan." Trent stands and wraps his arm possessively around her small waist. "So, unfortunely she has been taken off the list." Groans are heard from around the room. Trent smiles, places a kiss on her lips and they sit back down.

"But, gentlemen, Mrs. Montez-Morgan's sister-in-law has graciously decided to take her place and I don't think you'll be disappointed. Please help me welcome from Atlanta…Ms. Kyra Morgan.

"Go get'em, Kyra." Alexis tells me

"You look beautiful." Destiny adds

"So do you." Jarell tell his blushing wife, I smile at my sisters-in-law, then stand, so does Jarell and Trent. Well aware people were waiting to see what I look like. A hush silence falls over the room.

My alittle of my shoulder length hair piled atop of my head in a coil and held in place by a diamond comb, allowing a view of my time-less face and lovely neck. The strapless Versace gown cupped my full breasts and nipped at my trim waist before cascading down in a full tiered skirt.

With a slight nod of my head that cause my diamond chandelier earrings to brush my cheek I start towards the stage. The excited voices and my two protective brothers follows. It was their way of telling the winning bidder to tread lightly or he'd answer to them.

I could take care of myself, as they both should remember, but since my brothers is almost as stubborn as me, I continue.

"What is Dave Bautista doing here?" Jarell growls as we pass a man seated at one of the banquet table. "I bet Orton is here as well. They both just better remember Destiny is mines and off limits."

I recognize Dave as the man I seen earlier with Randy. The man watching them is handsome with a huge body you can tell is full with muscles even under the suit, black hair cut close to his head, his gaze sharp as a razor. Unlike Randy, who sends my body into overdrive, his friend did nothing for me.

Leaving my brothers at the bottom of the short stairs, I search the audience for Randy, but got disappointed when I didn't see him.

"Let's start the bidding off at $2,000." The auctioneer has barely finished speaking before a man yells, "$2,000." It was that Dave guy

"$8,000." Another man in the back yells. The highest bid for the other dates had been $6,000.

"Do I hear a $10,000?" The auctioneer says

"$12,000!" People turn their heads to see the new bidder. I watch Dave. His expression the whole time has been of annoyance and boredom. There is only one reason for him to bid.

"$12,2000." The first man shouts coming to his feet. Everyone looks at Dave before the auctioneet announce the bid. Dave slowly comes to his feet. His steady gaze pins the bidder with intimidation. The man gulps. I felt sorry for him.

"$24,000." The crowd gasp and the first bidder took his seat slowly.

No one bid against that, "I think the auction for Ms. Morgan is over." Dave says

The auctioneer agrees, "Sold."

I start off the stage and came face to face with Dave. He has on a serious face.

"Dave Bautista."

"You bid a lot of money, Mr. Bautista."

"So I did." He lightly takes my arm and escorts me to the cashier. He fills out a check, "Let's get out of here." He says when he is done.

My brothers and their wives are waiting outside the French doors for us. Dave gaze glance over the group. He smiles for the first time, "Destiny."

"Hello, Dave." She returns his greeting, her grip firm on Jarell's arm.

"I'll say this once. Get out of line and we'll meet again." Jarell warns

"I can guarantee you that." Trent adds

"Noted. Let's go." Tugging his black tie loose, Dave escorts her through the lobby to the front door.

Hustling me through the glass door, Dave didn't stop until we are standing beside a Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud. He reaches for the back door handle.

"Is Randy inside or are you taking me to him?" I ask him

Surprise flickered in his eyes. He stares at me. "What makes you think that?"

I laugh despite my unaccustomed nervousness. "Any observant person could figure out you hated the whole thing."

He grunts and open the back door, "Please get in."

Since my mom and my four overprotective brothers haven't raised a fool. I ignored the slight pressure of Dave's hand on my back and lean in to see if my guess is correct.

Randy's powerful built body was in the farthest corner of the sedan. I couldn't see his eyes, but I felt the sudden heat. My heart race. Gathering my full skirt, I climb inside, curious about the man and the sexual attraction between us.

I wonder why he is so reclusive. In real estate he had few equals. He is admired and feared. For the little while I'd have him to myself, I thought as the car pulled smoothly from the curb, I couldn't wait to see where this leads.

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Coming up their date…

"Are you always so quick to leave with a man you don't know?"

The lecture in his deep voice is unmistakable. My chin lifts automatically. "Destiny trusts you; therefore you're trustworthy. The same for Dave Bautista. You wouldn't have sent him to Atlanta to help her if you thought otherwise."

"Beauty and Brains."

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