Write On Edge: Does Money Change Everything?

This was written for Write On Edge. The prompt was to create a story about money with the first line “Not everyone can be bought.” And the last line, He let the money fall onto the table and walked out. Here goes!

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“Not everyone can be bought” she said.

She was grinning, teasing him. “Your name is Ben, right?”

Thoroughly enjoying their banter, chemistry and the almost anonymity of the situation.

“Essentially, I did buy you. And you’re a jokester, too?” He tossed back, laughing as he flipped her on her back in one quick movement, none too gently, and rolled on top of her.

Gazing into his eyes, a mesmerizing blue. “So this is what being bought feels like. Mmmmmm. And what do you think you bought?” she murmured breathlessly.

It was morning already. It arrived so quickly! Last night felt like only a dream. albeit a luscious one.

Sun peeking through slitted heavy drapery, she looked around registering subtle elegance, the expensiveness of it all. Her mind suggesting things.

They hadn’t slept all night. Each time her eyes began to close, mind drifting off, he brought her attention right back with his surprising kisses.

Declaring “Sleep is overrated.” He pressed into her as she begged for a catnap. “You can sleep Monday through Friday. Tonight, your mine and I’m going to squeeze every last penny out of you. Literally.”

Her heart was beating extremely hard. This was the most thrilling thing she’d ever done. And he was the most exciting man she’d ever been with acknowledging her rather limited experience.

Whispering in her ear, “This is exactly as I planned. It couldn’t have worked out more perfectly.”

“What do you mean? Exactly how you planned.”

“The event chairwoman's a friend of mine. I knew who you were, what you looked like. Where you lived. A man has to know what he’s buying, right? I knew I was going to bid on you. Take you home at any price. $10,000 was a bargain. Worked well, don’t you think?”

“Clever you. Maybe your charity auction days are over.”

“Maybe.” Covering her lips a last time for good measure, he rolled off taking the sheet with him fully exposing her in the bright morning light.

“Very cheeky, you are!” she called as he waltzed into the shower.

When the water was hot and steamy slipping in behind him, he turned in surprise.

“Do you have to go to work?” she whispered.

“Yes, believe it or not it’s Monday already.” They’d been in his room since late Saturday evening.

He let her tie his tie as he smoothed his custom Armani suit.

Parting, he said, “Stay all day.”

“Maybe I’ll be here when you get home tonight.”

“If you are, we’ll go for that dinner we were supposed to have. Buy yourself something special.”

She wondered if she could get used to this.

He let the money fall onto the table and walked out.