Seen By Magnus: Sight Unseen Auctions, page 1
Seen By Magnus
A Sight Unseen Novella
Book Two
M.K. Moore
Dirty Daisy Publishing
Copyright © 2024 by M.K. Moore
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Contents
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Epilogue
Epilogue
Check out Book One in this series
ABOUT M.K.
Blurb
Magnus
I don't need to do this, but I heard this auction was too good to pass up. When I was invited I knew I had to go. The premise is simple. Bid on what you want based on information only. You don't get to see merchandise before hand.
No refunds. No exchanges. No returns.
I was not expecting to purchase the love of my life, but I shouldn't have been surprised. After all, that Jorgensen magic has never failed... well just that once. Sorry cousin Bill. You're all good now.
The life I lead is hard, but I love harder.
I fell in love sight unseen. That's what this is all about.
Alice
I don't need to this but I want to. Things at home are... not awful but I want change. I want adventure. I want something my sister would never dare reach for. In fact, I want it all. The idea behind this is simple. Get bought based on my bio only. Should be a cinch. On paper, I'm golden.
College graduate... check
Virgin... check
Rich as sin... check
Teacher...check
Up for anything... check
Can't/won't say no...check and check
Willing to relocate... check
Flexible... check
Thank goodness this isn't based on looks, but I digress. Let's move on. I wasn't expecting to be bought be the hottest Viking this side of Sweden but I was. I wasn't expecting to fall head over heels in love with him but I did. I can't believe I fell in love with the man who owns me, but that's what this is all about after all.
This is book two in the Sight Unseen Series by ChaShiree M. & M.K. Moore
One
Magnus Jorgensen
“You’re going alone, Boss?” my right hand, Bo, asks, looking at me like I’m crazy.
“Yes. You think I can’t handle myself?” I ask, my voice deadly serious.
“It’s not that. Of course, it’s not that,” he says, backtracking.
“Then what is it?”
“You don’t know what you are walking into over there. It could be an ambush.”
“It’s an auction, Bo.”
“Yeah. What’s that about, Boss?”
“What do you mean?”
“Normally, we’re putting a stop to these. Why are you patronizing it?”
“I didn’t say I was buying,” I reply, and that’s the thing. I don’t know why I’m doing this. I can’t stop thinking about it since I heard about it. I’ve done my due diligence. I know there are elements of this auction that I won’t agree with, but I’m not going to that underground shit. Something… I’m unsure what it is telling me. All I’m sure of is that I need to be in Budapest in three days, so that’s where I’ll be.
“I don’t like this at all.” The mutinous look in his eye and tone tells me I’ve given him too much leeway. That ends today.
“Good thing you aren’t the boss, isn’t it? Tell Om I’m ready to see him.” Om Jorgensen is my grandfather’s brother’s late-in-life son. He’s been with me since I started this life of crime a few years ago, and I should have just made him my right hand, which I’m about to do.
“You wanted to see me?” Om says, coming into my open office door.
“I did. How’s Taryn and Aaden?”
“Doing good, but I’m sure you didn’t call me in here to ask me something you can ask me any Sunday at dinner?”
“You’re right, I didn’t. Bo has got to go. Take care of it for me.”
“How?”
“However you see fit. He’s been questioning everything of late and I won’t have that.”
“It’s done.”
“You’re in charge until I get back on Monday.”
“Of course. Everything will be fine. I’ll have it taken care of before then.”
“Thank you.”
“Welcome to Hungary. Are you here for business or pleasure?” I turn to look at the Hungarian Customs Officer, unsure how to answer his question. My reasons for entering this country are my own, but I know the man is just doing his job. My flight from Anchorage, Alaska, was long. I flew first class, but unless you go private, it still sucks.
“Business.”
“And how long will you be in the country?”
“Two days.”
“Very well. Enjoy Budapest,” he says as he stamps my passport.
“Thank you.”
I take my passport and leave the customs area. Since I only have my overnight bag, I head to the taxi stand and take a waiting cab to my hotel.
I don’t know exactly why I’m here. I keep going back and forth about it. I am not the kind of man that needs to do something like this. I’m Magnus fucking Jorgensen. I don’t need to buy a woman. I don’t feel the need to pay for the services of one in any capacity, whether it be a stripper or a hooker. I run the largest crime family in the Pacific Northwest, and no one knows about it. My family thinks I run a tech firm, and on the surface, I do, but in the dark of night, I do the things that need to be done. I lie, cheat, steal, kill, but I don’t hurt women and don’t fuck with drugs. This right here, this thing I’m about to do, reeks of both hurting women and drugs. I don’t do like things like this. Hell, Jorgensen’s, in general, don’t do things like this. I’m vehemently opposed to anything remotely like this, but when I heard some lowlife scum talking about this auction before I killed him, I knew I had to come and see what it was all about. Why? I couldn’t tell you. The thought took hold, and now I’m in Budapest, in a bar, waiting for the auction to open.
I pull the black and gold business card from my pocket. It’s elegant but just has an address on it. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m supposed to be here. I finish my Scotch and make my way toward the address on foot.
The warehouse is nondescript. It looks like any other warehouse in the world, and that gives me pause. I knock on the door, and a slot opens near the center of the door.
“Password?” a heavily Hungarian accented voice asks.
“Password?” I repeat.
“Look at back of your card,” the voice replies, annoyed. I flip the card over and grimace as I see the word neatly printed on the back. I didn’t notice it before.
“Fellatio.”
The slot slams closed, and then I hear locks turning. The door opens, and I am surprised by how opulent the room is.
“Welcome to the Sight Unseen Auction,” a lovely woman dressed in what I can only describe as a prom dress says.
“Thanks.” I don’t know what else to say.
“Come right this way. This is the selection of Willing Participants in this evening’s auction,” she says, handing me what looks like a menu from a five-star restaurant. I do not like how she says willing, but by just being here, I don’t have a moral leg to stand on. I fucking know that. At least they’re willing… right?
She leads me to plush seating. I don’t know why I was expecting grimy seating and girls chained to radiators, but I was. I look around the semi-darkened room and see actors, politicians, and other celebrity figures ready to purchase girls. I’m not the least bit surprised. Mutually assured destruction, I'm sure, is what keeps everyone quiet.
I suppose I should have been concerned when they didn’t pat me down and take my phone or weapons, but I don’t have much time to worry about it. The auction is about to begin. Fuck, I can’t do this. I’m about to leave and call the authorities when the auctioneer begins.
“Gentleman, the twenty-three-year-old up first for bid is the oldest on our auction block this evening. Here is a quick rundown of her:
College Graduate
Virgin
Rich as sin, so she already knows how to act at society functions.
Teacher
She wants you to know that she’s up for anything; she can't/won't say no, is willing to relocate, and is also flexible. Take that however you want to, boys. If the price is right, Item 316 might be yours. Do we have an opening bid for one night or forever with her?”
Shit. She’s why I’m here… whoever she is.
Two
Alice Jacobson
Ever since I heard Daddy’s business partner talking about this auction at my family’s annual Christmas party, I knew this was where I’d end up. I haven’t seen any of Budapest, except for the airport and this warehouse, but I’m ready for my adventure to begin.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it’s already been more exciting than any day back home in New York. When my perfect sister, Riley, announced she was marrying the man I had been in love with since childhood, Bryan Williamson. He never looked at me twice and I get why. Riley is thin and gorgeous. I am… not. I know that. She’s also vicious, and I know he’l
My parents, mostly my mother, could never understand why I never used our money to ensure I was rail thin. I don’t want to be a carbon copy of everyone we know. I’m sure I could stand to lose a few pounds, but right now, I don’t want to. Sure, it would make teaching sixth grade easier because sixth graders are vicious, but despite that, I love my job and I love my body.
That Christmas party changed everything for me. Riley and Bryan announced their engagement, and my brother, Jay, and his wife, Skylar, announced that they were pregnant with their first baby. Everyone looked to me for some kind of announcement, but I had none. Instead, I was going to town on some shrimp cocktail like a starving savage. I heard the murmurings about how pitiful I was and the suffering my poor parents must have gone through with me. I had had enough, and then Mr. Klein spoke in hushed whispers near me to some older man I’d never met. Of course, I thought he was talking about me, but I was surprised to hear that he wasn’t. No. He was talking about an auction where rich men buy girls sight unseen. No one pays any attention to me, so I was able to hear their whole sordid conversation. I was able to discern that two kinds of auctions are held. One is above board; while not at all legal, it’s at least more palatable than what happens in the basement. I gathered that the basement was not for me. I got the name of the auction and contacted them through their quite deceptive website. I learned the location of the first auction that takes place once the school year is over. I didn’t make any plans for next year yet. All of that was months ago now. Keeping my secret was easy. I haven’t made a social media post in days. That’s not the norm for me, but I didn’t want to let anything slip. Being a Jacobson, even a lesser one, I have a pretty big social media following. I talk about plus-size fashion, makeup, teaching, my family’s charities, and anything else I might want to discuss. Sure, I definitely get negative comments, but I get a lot of positive ones, too. Honestly, I can handle anything when I have a family like the one I have. I love my family, and I’m sure they love me too somewhere deep down, but they can suck sometimes.
I didn’t tell anyone where I was going or what I was doing. They wouldn’t have cared anyway. This adventure is for me, and it will be an adventure. I could end up married, de-virginized, or dead. Anything is better than this. I know I sound dramatic, but I can’t help it. I sound like a poor little rich girl, but you try getting talked to like you are less than simply because you carry around some extra weight. It’s exhausting. I nervously wait in the room they told me to. It’s private and nicely decorated. There’s a bed in one corner, but I definitely don’t want to sit on that for some reason. I can’t hear what’s going on in the auction. I don’t know what place I’m being auctioned off in or anything. The premise behind this is neat, if disgusting, but I chose this. I’m sitting in the chair when the door opens.
“You’ve been bought, Alice,” Misty, my sweet English handler, says, coming in. She’s carrying a blindfold.
“What’s that for?” I ask, momentarily frightened.
“It’s just for the initial meeting with the man that purchased you. It’s standard procedure. He’s wearing one too. It keeps with the allure of the sight unseen.”
“I see; well, I guess I don’t,” I say, giggling nervously. She laughs, too, but makes quick work of the blindfold.
“Just wait here.”
“Where would I go?”
“That’s the spirit.”
I reach out and grab her hand before she moves away from me. “Is he… nice?”
“He seems to be, but honestly, love, they are on their best behavior here or we wouldn’t let buy from us again.”
“Right. Makes sense.”
“I will tell you that you are his first purchase.”
“Thank you.” I don’t know why, but that does make me feel better. “Do… Do I look okay?” I ask at the very last second.
“You look beautiful,” a man’s deep voice says, making me jump, and goosebumps erupt all over my body. Reaching up, I rip my blindfold off and open my eyes.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. He’s a freaking Viking. A fucking Viking is staring at me like I’m his dinner. My God, he’s tall, maybe a foot taller than me. His stubble is already impressive, and I just know the beard he can grow is impressive. He’s, in a word, gorgeous. His green eyes haven’t left my face. Suddenly, I’m glad I opted to stay fully dressed. There’s no way in hell he wouldn’t see how wet I am right now if I put on that slinky robe they gave me.
“You can go,” he says to Misty without even looking at her. She hurries out of the room like a rabbit, shutting the door behind her. He’s American. I’m relieved about that. I was afraid I would need to learn a language I didn’t know. English, French, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, and Pirate are all I know.
“Hi. I’m Alice,” I say, extending my hand to him.
“Magnus.” His large hand engulfs mine, and my knees weaken. “We should leave here. This place…”
“Does it creep you out too?”
“Yes,” he replies, visibly relieved.
“Let me get my things,” I say, moving over to my bag. “They took my passport.”
“They gave it to me when I… made payment. Here,” he says, taking it from his suit jacket. I put it in my purse and put it across my body. My designer overnight bag is in my hand.
“For some reason, I didn’t expect you to give that back to me. I thought it would keep me bound to you.” He steps closer to me, right in my space. He puts one big hand on my hip and uses the other to take my bag from my hand.
“You can leave me anytime you want to, elskan, but trust me, you won’t to.”
“You sound awfully sure of yourself,” I reply, taking a ragged breath. No one has ever looked at me the way he’s looking at me. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but instinctively, I know he won’t hurt me. How do I know that?
“I always get what I want.” He takes my hand in his.
“I don’t doubt that,” I say, following him out, realizing I’d follow him anywhere.
Three
Magnus
Paying for her took mere minutes. I was shocked. It takes longer to pay the damn electric bill back home. I transferred the sum of 1.2 million dollars from my bank account to their offshore account. Then, they directed me down a hallway toward a certain door. I couldn’t wait another second to see her. I could hear her talking right on the other side of the door. Somehow, I knew it was her I was hearing. She was worried about how she looked. When I opened the door, I about swallowed my damn tongue. While she’s not the type of woman I’ve dated in the past, that doesn’t matter at all. She’s fucking gorgeous, and she’s all mine. Her black dress leaves little to the imagination, yet she still wears too much.
“Where are we going?” she asks from the back seat of a cab.
“My hotel.”
“Okay,” she says.
The ride to the hotel is quick. I pay the driver and take her bag and her hand again. We aren’t the only people getting on the elevator, so she steps as close to me as possible. A large man stands next to her. He must step on her or something because she jumps and leans closer to me.
“Tschuldigung, fraulein,” he says, leaning down to speak to her. I find that I don’t like that at all.
“Ich bin nicht verletzt, mach dir keine sorgen,” she replies, surprising the hell out of me.
“What was that?” I ask when the man gets off the elevator a few floors below ours.
“I told him I wasn’t hurt and not to worry about it.”
“You are full of surprises,” I tell her as we get off the elevator on the hotel's eighth floor. We walk down the hallway, still hand in hand. Outside the room, I set her bag down and dig around my pocket for the room key. Finding it, I place it against the lock and open it when it beeps. I pick her bag up and toss it next to mine on the luggage rack near the door. The room is small and functional. A large king-size bed takes up most of the room. There is a chaise at the foot of the bed, two nightstands, and an armchair in the corner. There is also a coffee maker minibar and a small desk, but like I said, the room is functional.
