A dreamy feeling had completely invaded you. The voices, the screams of the buyers, the hollow sound of the mallet hitting the wood ... it all sounded very far away. Your head was spinning, you only felt your agitated pulse and an intense pain in the chest. The air did not reach your lungs, even though you opened your mouth to breathe, only a couple of gasps escaped from your mouth. Would this be your end? Even then you were saddened to die like this, alone among a crowd of people. Blue. That was the last thing you saw before falling into darkness.

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Blue. Fuzzy. Blue. Eyes

Your mind gradually cleared the gaps, trying to remember. You opened your eyes slowly unable to sit up, your body hurt, it hurt a lot. You were lying on a soft surface, maybe a bed? The white ceiling gave you no clue to find out where you were. Your last memory was being holding a vase at the auction ... the auction you went to to make money. Shit. The money. Today was the last day to pay. You tried to get up with all your might, you needed to get out of there immediately to go talk to the bank. Your muscles were not responding, they were tense. A moan escaped from your throat as you moved your leg a few millimeters.

-Do not move. You need to rest- a deep voice invaded your ears, rumbling as if it were a distant echo. Not even your hearing was in full power.- You hit yourself very hard although the doctor says that soon you will be fine

The doctor? A hit? What had happened? You kept having fuzzy memories. You opened your mouth a little, enough to articulate a few words.

- Whe ... where am I? What happened? - your weaker voice could barely whisper- I can't stay ... I have to pay the debt .....

-It's a long story and now is not a good time to talk- the stranger let out a sigh, the situation was worse than he thought- Don't worry about the money, it's all paid. Now rest.

You did not know who that brunette was in front of you but for some reason his voice calmed you. You felt safe. Your eyes closed as small tears escaped.

Meanwhile in the next room ...

-Mr. Kanbe, what do you intend to do with the girl? - The man poured himself a glass of wine. He needed alcohol in this situation-.

-I already told you, she will be my assistant -replied the brunette, adjusting his tie completely indifferently.

-You know that I'm not in favor of that decision- his tone changed, anyone could tell he was angry, about to raise his voice- Your whims will one day take its toll. When the press and customers find out that you are related to people of that level, you will regret all this. It will be a scandal

-I don't care. -With the same serious expression, he turned in the opposite direction. The conversation was over.

-Moron...

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How long have you been sleeping? Minutes, hours ... days? You had lost track of time but you were feeling much better now. You lay down on the pillow. How weird. The pajamas you were wearing were not yours. You've never seen that lace nightgown and the black cullotte you were wearing. At least it was better than the suit you were wearing. You remembered it dirty, stained with drinks and stinky. Still, the most important question was how you had ended up like this. You sat on the edge of the bed when the bedroom door suddenly opened. It was the man from before, a dark-haired young man with blue eyes wearing a black suit. It was strangely familiar to you.

- Who you are?

-Daisuke, Kanbe Daisuke- the boy put a hand to his head, pulling back the strands of hair that fell down his face- I bought you at the auction, remember?

- What?

- I get it. You have gaps. The doctor said that was possible after the traumatic brain injury- the stranger let out a long sigh, sitting in a chair that was next to the bed- You were working at the auction although for your attitude and your appearance it was the first time you met in such an event. The auctioneer asked you to take out the next piece, you stumbled and broke a vase valued at $ 10 million. Seeing that you could not pay the price for the damages caused, he decided to auction you off. I bought you for 1 billion dollars and you lost consciousness, falling off the stage and hitting your head on the ground. My men picked you up and I made sure you lay in this room and that a doctor looked at you.

-What?- You repeated, incredulous. That seemed like a bad joke. When you thought you had nothing, you lost it again. A mockery of fate, one more failure in your pathetic life. Thousands of questions flooded your head although the main one was the only one that came out of your mouth- Why did you buy me?

-Because you are entertaining- he blurted out, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world- Not every day you meet someone so useless and clumsy as to break the last vase of the Yang dynasty.

-Excuse me? - clearly offended you got out of bed. That was crazy. It would have been a dream- Sorry, crazy man, but I have to go home.

-Now this is your house- replied the brunette with a smile on his face- I paid every month that you were short of rent and returned your debts at 200% of the corresponding value.

-You're crazy- you headed for the door, limping slightly. Despite the rest you still felt very weak, your head still hurt.

- You should rest more, you're limping- the brunette approached you with a sigh again.

- Shut up you bastard

- You should be more grateful, I saved you from that pervert who would have added you to his private collection- he looked you up and down, running your whole body with his inquisitive gaze, as if  he was evaluating something mentally- Although without a doubt the outfit I chose fits you perfectly.

-Great, I save myself from a pervert to end  with a much worse one- you growled leaning against the door frame about to leave, each time you had more trouble moving forward-. Fuck...

- What a stubborn you are- he came closer to you, brushing your neck with his breath, leaving his mouth just inches from your ear- You must rest

You were going to leave the room when you realized you were floating. Daisuke had lifted you up, holding your legs like you were a princess. He took you back to bed, tucking you in. You tried to open your mouth to protest but the words died in your mouth at the feeling of shame you felt. That man had just seen you in just a nightgown and had carried you to bed without flinching. Your face was now completely red as you buried your head in the pillow, embarrassed but not moving. Daisuke left the room smiling. That young woman really was entertaining