Bend Over

Chapter 1

So- you want who?

Third Person's Pov...

"Can you please repeat yourself? Who do you want?" Chris proposed, cocking his head to the side. This couldn't be true. Someone would dare request for his little angel. Angelica Rouge, Angelica, Angie—his precious and top princess in this place. The man named Aiden White sat in front of him, dead serious. He's been told how hard it was to get through Chris to have Angie. Today he is determined again to have her. It's been months since his last request for the little one, and Chris has yet to give the approval.

Many men request the bundle of joy, but none reach up to Chris's expectations to take care of Angie. No man, rich or poor—handsome or ugly—Intelligent or stupid could have their filthy hands on Angie. Now, what makes Aiden so unique? Honestly, he's seen his name many times on the waiting list to have Angie. He thought nothing of it, as men who asked for Angelica were always brushed off to the side.

Angie was the best one out there. Silky long chestnut hair that reached her back flowed in the wind. Her light hazel orbs made guys melt down to their knees from one look in that doe eye. That lovely smile that would make you smile. She was innocent, soft-spoken, and pure, and it was unbelievable that a girl like that was how she was. Her petite form was the icing on the cake that drew men in. The perfect little one.

Chris slapped his hands in his face as he continued looking down at the paper. Four hundred billion dollars—holy shit, he thought. That's a lot of fucking money; he must really want Angie. This man was going out of his way to get her; still, the question was, should Chris give her away? She's been with him for a while, purposely declining everyone so she can stay. How would she react to all of this? Getting sold, of course. Though it was bound to happen sooner or later. He slammed the folder shut, shutting his eyes for a second. That price was really messing with his head. Four hundred billion. Four hundred with lots of fucking zeros after that just for her.

"I see the money is throwing you off," Aiden said, knowing that Chris looked at what he paid for or put down for her.

"No shit." He'd mumble to himself. "Four hundred..... billion. Never have I seen such a bid for Angie. Usually, men back down once the hundred thousand mark hits. This is.... you... you really want my baby girl, huh?" He chuckled, running his hands through his hair.

"If she was yours, you would have already taken her, for yourself, of course. But the sad reality is that she's not. Once she's mine, she's not yours, and that's that." Aiden smiled happily.

"And... what makes you think that you can have her?" His eyebrow raised at this man's confidence. Chris sat back on his chair, chuckling at his actions. Never had he seen such an intimidating aura, though he wasn't intimidated. This is like any other site and meets with all his other littles. Interviewing the man about to take one of his little ones away. Only this man was sure of what he wanted and would get it.

Aiden chuckled, licking his lips. A dark menacing look ran across those dark oceanic orbs. "Because... I can and this time, I will." Chris's smile was wiped off his face as he spoke those words of danger. This talk was getting dangerous. His jaw clenched so jaw it almost popped out.

"You've got nerves."

"You've got something I want. I have very good money so hand Angie over. She's under your watch, but you're not her Dom. Remember that. Two different things."

The balls on this man. You know, he doesn't have to give Angie away to the likes of Aiden. Just cancel the request and give his four hundred billion back. Though something about Aiden—even though he's pissing him off—Chris actually liked this guy. As if he was staring into a mirror. Usually, no one would dare to speak to him this way because he was in control of whether or not he should give the little one away, let alone Angie to this bastard or any bastard.

"Do you know who you're speaking to?"

"Of course I do, Christopher Grant. A thirty-five-year-old menace to society who got his life back on track after going to jail for five years fresh out of high school for selling coke, and MDMA, and being part of a sex slave operation. I'm surprised that you didn't get more years than that. Or tell your precious little ones that they can be sold to the worst fucker out there."

SHIT!

Inside, Chris freaked out. Outside, he stayed cool and calm with a slight lip twitch. How the hell does he know that? No one knows that except for Jayson. Was he a cop?

"You've done your homework. What are you really, a cop?"

"If I was the law, why would I be here? I'd steal her myself. I needed to know just enough to know a little about you. You know about me, don't you?" Chris couldn't hide the smile he wanted to poke out of his lips. Of course, he did. The wealthiest man in the world other was sitting in front of him. Aiden white was loaded enough to wipe his ass with hundred-dollar bills. He would have never thought that this man would have littles let alone be into something like this. Guess you don't really know what people are hiding at home. "But.... your secrets are filthier than mine. Though I must say.... coming up with this place was a genius way to market."

"I feel as if you're implying something. What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing much. But like I've said before, I want Angelica Rouge."

"My babies all come with personal issues, unlike her. I don't want a filthy man like you who's probably had the whole woman population on his dick to hurt her."

"I would never dare hurt her unless it's playtime. Even so.... I'm not that much of a whore like they say. The media lies, people start rumors, women I've broken up with are hurt. What do you think women who are dumped by the richest man would do, tell the truth?"

"I don't believe you."

"Did I say you have to? I don't want to be greedy. Give up." He smirks.

Greedy, all men are greedy.

"Promise me this," He stood towering over the man who sat down. "Angelica will be your responsibility. She has some tendencies, but you find that out for yourself. Get her to open up a little more. She's nineteen, and she goes to a private college. I want you to take care of her. Let your life be about her because she's quick to shut down on you. So please, Mr. White, oversee her. As sweet as she is, she's as agile to sneak away when things don't go right."

This was a warning that she was a slick little one. But he didn't care... he was going to have her.

"So when can I come and get her?" He asked in a calm tone. Inside he was jumping up and down. Chris took some time, finally letting the answer pass through his gritted teeth.

"Tomorrow. Tonight I'll tell her. Now.... get out."

"You think you're doing a good thing for these littles, whatever you want to believe." He scoffed, fixing his suit. "It was nice doing business with you." Aiden stood as he set his tie. That smug look he hates to see on a man's face was pasted onto his face. "This is a business. Don't get it twisted." 

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(A/N: MDMA is just another big word for Ecstasy no biggie. Hope that didn't throw you off.)

UPDATED: 8/16/2017 1:20 AM