Aria's Choice

What do I do when I run out of options and I need money fast?

I sell the only thing that I have that is worth any value…

My virginity.

Bidding starts at 1 million...

Scarlett's Treasures, an exclusive auction house for wealthy men and women who buy the pleasures of those willing to give themselves...and they want me.

What's a girl to do when she's in her mid-twenties, is still a virgin... and broke AF?

Yep, I made that choice. Now, the only problem is, I don't have only one buyer to please, but there are three and one of them just so happens to be my childhood best friend and crush who broke my heart and left.

Now he's back and he's buying my virginity...which he thinks belongs to him.

Meeting their demands will be a challenge, but it's a choice that I'm going to have to make...

Aria's days as a transaction turn into something more personal, she realizes that she may have made the best decision of her life. Will she succumb to the demands of her buyers or risk losing everything for a chance at real love and belonging?

- Prologue

Having a choice is not always a good thing. Take me for example. I had two choices. The first was to keep my pride and continue struggling physically, emotionally, and financially. The second was to swallow my pride and do what needed to be done in order to get through life. Door number two is how I came to be here, kneeling on the floor patiently waiting on one of my owners to arrive. Yes, I said owners. I made the choice to sell my virginity on an auction block in order to pay for my mother’s hospital bills and rent, which was already past due. It was not something that I ever thought I’d do, but when I heard bits and pieces of a customer’s conversation with their friend while I was at work and then they gave me their business card, the wheels in my head started to turn.

I was supposed to keep my virginity safe for someone special, but after all the years that I waited, I decided to kill two birds with one stone. Not only would I come out of this an actual woman, but I would be a somewhat rich woman. At least until I paid my outstanding debts. What I had not counted on was the buyer being plural. I was to be shared between friends.

As I continue to kneel, I think back to almost a little over a year ago when I was brought through the exact front door that I am now kneeling in front of. The man who purchased my virginity had explained some of the rules on the ride here, explaining that those who he would be sharing me with have different tastes than he did. He is the only one for whom I have to kneel. As long as I