Roman came back early next morning. He didn't even let the manager greet him before slamming his hand into his chest, curling 400 dollars in his hand.
"Two hours," he sneered at the manager.
"Room no 1," the manager said.
Roman didn't even go in there to wait. He went straight over to Jenny, grabbed her hand and led her into the room. The moment he had closed the door behind them, his arms went around her. He lifted her up and carried her to the couch. He sat down with her in his lap.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," he kept repeating while crying into her shoulder.
She ran her fingers through his hair and gently lifted up his face to look in his eyes. She gave him a little smile.
"I shouldn't have let him. I should have stopped him somehow," he said.
She put her thumbs under his eyes, gently wiping away his tears.
"Don't spill your precious tears on me," she said.
"I can't help it," he said.
She smiled and gently gave him a little kiss on his lips. He smiled back at her.
"There we go. There's that pretty face of yours that I wanna see," she said.
He dragged her as close to him as possible, hugging her, holding her tight, never wanting to let her go.
"How much time do we have?" She asked.
"Two hours," he answered.
He had no idea how long they sat like that, just holding each other. None of them wanted to let go. No words were spoken for a long time. It wasn't necessary. They seemed to understand each other no matter what.
The hours went by too fast. He hated that he had to leave her. He already knew his heart belonged to her. He had known since day one. Although only a few gentle kisses had been shared between them, he knew she was all he wanted.
"I'm gonna come back soon," he said as he got up to leave.
"I know," she said.
She watched him go away. Although no emotion was shown on her face, she was heartbroken.
He stayed true to his words. The next month he came by as much as possible. He gave her a break from the sad reality she lived in. He made it all worth while. He made her wanna fight even harder. Still nothing but a short kiss from time to time was shared between them even though they both secretly wanted more. This was not the place to start a relationship.
"Mr. Reigns, are you coming tomorrow for our yearly auction?" The manager asked one day as he was leaving.
"What are you selling?" Roman asked.
"The girls. What else?" The manager answered.
"Selling them? As in they can leave this place?" Roman asked, feeling a glimse of hope in his heart.
"Kind of. We auction them out once a year to the highest bidder. The winner gets the girl for 24 hours where he can take her out of the house and do to her whatever
he wants to," the manager explained.
"And when the time is up?" Roman asked.
"You bring her back here," the manager said.
"What time is the auction?" Roman asked.
"At 11 am," the manager answered.
"I'll be here," Roman said.