A girl after her Mama’s heart.
“I’m almost ready for bed,” I tell her thinking of Ronan waiting for me in our room. “But I’ll tell you one more.”
Alice looks up at me with her eyes bright; the beautiful fire behind us casting a glow to my favorite room in the estate.
“Which one?” she asks.
“My favorite one. The one where a young woman is caught in a snowstorm and she finds a beast behind the doors of a mountain mansion. But—”
Alice cuts me off. “But then they fall in love!” Alice lights up, more awake now. “This is my favorite fairytale, Mama.”
I kiss her forehead, my heart singing with pride. “It’s my favorite fairytale, too.”EXPOSÉThe Gossip Column You Can Sink Your Teeth IntoIS THE HIGHEST BIDDER HOT OR NOT? By Trista Piper
Heiress Justine Van De Shire, daughter of adult-video empire, Hot Spot Entertainment, has recently made a shocking decision to sell her virginity to the highest bidder in an effort to raise money for charity.
The scandalous new law in Alaska allows for the sale of sex and the auction will take place in the wild mountain state.
Justine says she’s ready to go to the Alaskan bush... but here at EXPOSÉ, inquiring minds are more interested in what Justine’s actual bush looks like.
After all, she’s a twenty-four-year-old virgin.
When asked about her landing strip, she made a conservative statement, “My lady parts are well-groomed, for what it’s worth. But I’d rather discuss the charity I’m raising money for, Humans Against Harming Animals.”
When pressed about being ready to give up her V-card she said, “I grew up around sex. I’m not scared. This is my body and a cause I believe in. I have nothing to be nervous about.”
Hopefully, her nerves don’t get in the way the night of the live auction—because EXPOSÉ will be there reporting on more than what Justine wore and who was in attendance.
We’re most interested in finding out who the lucky bidder turns out to be!Chapter OneRyderAs I step inside my Anchorage hotel room, I rip off my tie and toss it aside. Fuck this collared shirt and suit coat—I don’t feel comfortable anywhere but my own piece of property—and certainly not at the stuffy bank where I spent the afternoon.
Opening the mini bar I grab a beer. Cracking it open, I take a swig before stripping out of my tee shirt and these dress pants.
I loved my mother to death, but putting me in charge of her philanthropy after she passed away was a big fucking commitment. One that forces me out of the comfort of my cabin and requires me to come to the city once a month to sign on the dotted line.
I flip on the television and lie on the bed, drinking my beer. Damn, knowing I must go to my jackass ex-stepfather, Luther’s place later tonight, puts me in a sour mood.
But then, as I’m flipping through the channels something catches my eye.
Or rather, someone.
A nondescript interviewer leans in, asking a question of a woman; a woman who is so fucking beautiful it makes my cock hard. My eyes are instantly glued to the tv screen.
“Tell us, Justine Van De Shire, how do you defend your auctioning off your virginity?”
I run a hand over my beard waiting for her to answer.
Living alone in the woods isn’t for every man, and certainly isn’t for any woman I’ve met yet—but I don’t care much for relationship bullshit anyway.
But when I look at this woman, I forget all about my ideals.
“Sex has never been taboo in my family. As you know, the Van De Shires made their fortune from adult films. And since Alaska recently voted to allow the sale of sex, I decided that auctioning off my virginity, with the proceeds going to a worthy cause would be the perfect way to take control of not only my sexuality but to put my money where my mouth is.”
The news anchor purses her lips, apparently not knowing how to respond to this well-spoken woman with long, dark tousled hair, pale pink lips, and caramel colored skin.
“And where exactly is your mouth, Ms. Van De Shire?”
Justine smiles serenely and crosses her legs. Her long, lean legs. “With Humans Against Harming Animals.”
At that, I almost spit out my drink. She’s raising money for HAHA?
“According to my research, there are no animals in Alaska that are currently facing endangerment. Some opponents may use that fact to suggest this is a gimmick.”
“And to them, I say eff off.”
The news anchor covers her mouth in shock, but I laugh out loud. So does Justine.
“I mean, it,” she says. “Animals aren’t endangered in Alaska right now because people have worked so hard to ensure the natural land is preserved. I want to work toward that end.”
“By selling your virginity.”
Justine shakes her head, a smile splayed across her heart-shaped face, her eyebrows angled and hinting at her expertise. “No, I’m not selling anything. I’m auctioning my virginity off. And the highest bidder will have me for an entire night.”