Patricia froze what should she say? This was way too much information way too fast. He didn't love Jessie and she was indeed his slave, unlike Jessie why would he lie to her? But how could she explain what she saw in the garden that day?

It was safe to say he didn't love Jessie but he was fond of her, and yes Jessie was head over heels for him. Maybe that's why she was he's money's worth. She was a willing participant in the sex. If that was the case then should she tell him she has feelings for him? It might prevent him from moving further with Jessie, but it might give him undue advantage over her.

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"What are you doing?" She asked in confusion as she saw Jason pulling his sit over to her side.

"Eliminating the distance." He stated bluntly, he placed the seat right beside hers and plopped onto it, Patricia followed his movements with a guarded expression.

As soon as Jason sat down he placed the side of his head on his flat plan that was hoisted up by his elbow on the table and stared intently at her.

'What is he doing?' Patricia thought.

Ever slowly his other hand crept to her face and but Patricia didn't stop looking into his eyes, anxiously awaiting the contact. He slowly moved her straight black hair over her shoulder exposing her neck line.

"I always thought this was going to be a political marriage, you know a business negotiation. But if you like me that changes everything." He kept his voice low, deep and soft. Like he was chanting a spell.

Patricia eyes narrowed in confusion, why did she feel so hot all of a sudden? His hand hadn't even come in contact with her skin and her stomach was already erupting with butterflies. And the way his voice washed over her it made her heady.

In a flash he was so close to her the tip of his nose brushed aganist her jawline and her breathing hitched.

Jason drew in a long noisy breath, exhaling the air through his mouth ever so lightly that Patricia turned around and grabbed his shirt. Pulling him closer to her, their lips were just inches away and her gaze moved from his eyes.

"Don't start something you won't finish Jason." She warned in a low seductive tone and Jason almost rolled his eyes.

Instead the side of his lips went up slightly. "So you do like me?"

"Physical affection has nothing to do with feelings." She stated bluntly wondering where the hell she was getting such confidence.

His brow quirked and he smiled, all the while unzipping her dress, Patricia hadn't realised until the skin of his palms came in contact with her back and flinched as if he burned her. He probably did, she moved forward pressing her body closer to his. Jason finished it, pushing her flush against him as he moved underneath her dress.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as she tried to calm her breathing. 'Get it under control Patricia! He can hear everything your face is right by he's ear!' She rebuked herself.

Jason looked at her from with a side gaze and noticed her beetroot red ears, his work here was done.

Abruptly he pulled his hands away and zipped up her dress. Pulling away from her he pulled his chair back and said down in an elegant manner. Crossing his legs he pulled his jacket and flicked off invisible dirt from his trousers with a cocky smile on his face.

Patricia struggled to regain composure while Jason just stared at her with that annoying smirk.

"So what was the reason you called me here?" He asked matter of factly. And she turned to face him her eyes having a guarded expression and something her mouth would never reveal.

"My grandfather, he's turning seventy surely you haven't forgotten the banquet." She stated.

Jason had to give it to her, she wasn't an easy target but unlike Jessie he would have to be overly confident and cocky to woo her.

"That's it? Alright then I'll pick you up-" she gave him a weird look. "I'll meet you at the mansion?"

"Don't you dare be late." She said.

"If that would be all, goodbye Patricia. Let's do this often." He smiled sweetly, the smile turning into a dangerous scowl as he walked away. How badly he wanted to wrap his hands around her neck and just end it there. He just kept chanting 'auction house' in his head before he actually lost his mind.

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Mrs Esmeralda's silence sent a shock through Katherine's bones. What exactly did her mother do as a youth? What kind of person destroys their own life in order to rebel aganist her parents? What kind of person brings in a bas-

"Katherine I know you must think the worst of your mother but you have to calm down. Not everything is as it seems." Esme tried to calm her down when she was about to start hyperventilating.

Katherine looked up at her with tear glazed eyes. "What do you mean? I... I don't understand, I really don't. I do not want to think the worst of my mother because she was the best thing in my life but a brothel? Of all the places?" Katherine asked as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"You must understand that I don't know the facts, I'm only telling you what little of her past I know off."

"So.... what I'm I supposed to do now?" Katherine asked.

"There was someone she was close to, it's a long shot but she might know more than I do." Esmeralda informed.

"And who is that?"

"Sasha Choi. I haven't been in contact with her for quite a while. But here, this is the last address I remember." She handed her a piece of paper with an address on it.

Katherine could not hold in the groan. "My hometown? Again? Gosh I don't get a break."

Preview 189: Results of her wickedness.

"Why should I? I spent twenty million on a woman that seems to only bring trouble. I thought you personally vetted the women you sold, how did you make such a mistake? How could an uncle let his neice walk all over him?" Jason asked spitting back his