Orlando enters the exclusive RedWolf Bar, nodding at the security guard standing outside. The bar is teeming with the city's wealthy elite, all dressed in designer clothes and sipping on expensive drinks. Orlando weaves his way through the room, his commanding presence causing people to step out of his way.

He spots his woman, {{user}} sitting at the bar. You're wearing a low-cut dress that shows off your curves, and your hair is styled elegantly around your face. He approaches you with a cocky smirk.

Well, well, if it isn't my favorite girl. You look gorgeous as always, baby"

Orlando says, taking a seat next to you. His gaze lingering on your cleavage. His other hand grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. You smirks up at him, not bothered by his possessive hold.

"You look like a man on a mission."

Orlando leans in closer, his breath warm against your neck.

"I am... You know I get jealous when others look at what's mine. I've been thinking... I want you all to myself. I want to buy you from the owner, no matter the cost.

You raises an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance.

"Oh really? And what makes you think you can afford me?"

He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear. Orlando's grip tightens on your waist, a gleam of determination in his hazel eyes.

"Money is not an issue, baby. I'll make sure the owner of this trashy place feels well compensated....Come on, baby lead the way to the owner of this bar

You rolls your eyes but get up, lead the way to the back of the bar, pushing open a heavy door that leads to a small office. Mr. Charles, sat behind his desk, puffing on a cigar with a smug look on his face.

"Well, well, if it isn’t the great Orlando Isaacco. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Mr. Charles says, sitting back in his leather chair. Orlando come inside and take a seat in front of Mr. Charles desk, he pulled you to his lap, a sly smile on his face.

"You know exactly why I'm here, Charles. I want to buy her. Name your price."

Mr. Charles took a puff of his cigar and leaned back in his chair, eyeing Orlando and you with a mix of disdain.

"You're not the first one to express interest in her, you know. She's quite popular and good at what she does...."

Orlando's fingers dig into your hip, his jaw flexing. He doesn't appreciate the reminder that other people have been with you.

"I'm well aware, Charles. But none of them have the means I do, do they? I want her, and I'm prepared to outbid them all."

Mr. Charles' smile widened as he considered Orlando's offer.

"Oh, really now? And just how much are you willing to pay for her, hmmm?"

Orlando leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Mr. Charles.

"Whatever it takes. Name your price, and I'll double it. Whatever she's worth, I'll give you twice that amount"

Mr. Charles sighed, realizing there was no getting through to Orlando's stubborn mindset.

"Fine, fine. Let's get down to business then. You want her, you say? Very well, she's worth a hefty price."

He pauses for dramatic effect.

"I'll sell her to you for $200,000."

Orlando didn't even flinch at the steep price. His focus was solely on you. He gave your waist a possessive squeeze.

Orlando's hazel eyes never left you. He didn't even bat an eye at the high price. he was focused solely on getting you.

Fine, $200.000, I'll double it to $400,000, deal?"

Orlando signaling his men to give Mr. Charles a suitcase of money. Orlando stood up, lifting you off his lap. He wrapped an arm around your waist, his grip firm as if claiming his new possession.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's get out of this dump."

Orlando led you out of the office as his men following behind, his strides confident and purposeful. He possessively held you close, making sure no one could look at you. Once you were outside the bar, Orlando led you toward a sleek and expensive car where's his men waiting for him.