4 | agreeing to his demands
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4 | agreeing to his demands
It was surprising to learn that Marcus Le Doux was willing to give me any amount for spending a night with him. I never saw him as that kind of man. Even though he owned a big corporation, it never made it to headlines that he was with a woman. For a very long time, I thought he was asexual or something along those lines since I never saw a woman by his side.
While driving back to the hospital, I thought more and more about Marcus. He was indeed a very secretive person. There wasn’t anyone who had knowledge about him, where he came from and whether he had any family.
After he placed his demand on the table, I requested for some time to think about it. I couldn’t randomly have s*x with someone just for money but at this time of need, I was actually considering it.
It wouldn’t hurt.
A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about him. I shook my head and parked my car outside the hospital. I had the whole night to think about it.
“Hey, Dad!” I said as I walked inside the hospital.
“Charlotte,” he said as he got up.
“Where is my mother?” I asked.
“She’s inside,” he directed me towards a room. “There are taking her blood samples,” he added.
“Oh, and how is she doing?”
“The same,”
I glanced at the small glass and found a couple nurses inside the room. My stomach knitted as the terror of the future hung over me like a dark cloud. Was she ever going to get better? It was all just getting worse, day by day.
“Ms. Charlotte,” Dr. Stevens called me out from a distance. He hovered his hand and asked me to come in his office.
“I will be back,” I said to my father before going inside his office.
“Please, have a seat,” Dr. Stevens said before sitting down in front of glass desk.
“Is there something I should be worried about?” I asked with worry lacing in my tone.
“Mrs. Samantha was able to move earlier but there hasn’t been a noticeable change in her lungs. At this condition, its best advised for a surgery so that the cancerous tumor can be out from her body. She may heal after that and there are good chances that she might wake up,” The doctor explained.
There was hope.
“Really?” I asked with a smile on my face.
“Yes, however, this surgery comes with a lot of risks and it’s quite expensive.” He said.
I never knew I was going to say this, “Money isn’t a problem! As long as my mother gets better, I’m happy.”
“Are you sure? There are low chances of survival if her body rejects the surgery and the medications at this state, however, I doubt it will.” Dr. Stevens said.
“Oh,” A heavy breath escaped my lips.
Was I ready to take a risk?
“You can take your time to make a decision,”
“What do you suggest? Should I opt my mother for a risky surgery?” I asked him.
He shrugged, “It does come with a risk but if the surgery is successful, there are chances of living a longer life.”
“Let me think about it. I will ask my father and let you know by tomorrow morning,” I replied before getting up.
My father agreed to whatever the doctor said, he didn’t even hesitate for a second. He trusted the doctor and believed my mother could get better after the surgery. There was no danger as she was already on her death bed and this was the only way out of it.
Take it or leave it.
After the blood tests were done, we were allowed to go see my mother. I sat by her and held her hand tightly. She responded to my touch but that was all.
“It’s going to get better, be strong!” I whispered in her ears before pressing my head against her fragile shoulder.
My father wasn’t able to get any sleep during the whole day so when my mother was moved back into the ward, he fell asleep immediately. I switched off the lights and let my parents get some rest. At this point, they both needed it.
As I stepped out of the room, I closed the door behind me and walked away. The hospital was slightly crowded but since it was night-time, certain areas were close as other patients could get disturbed from the voices and chatters.
The fresh breeze of Willowdale brushed past me as I wandered outside the hospital. The night sky was beautiful. Droplets of water were falling down from the thick clouds as it was slightly drizzling. I pulled out the card Marcus gave me earlier in his building, his phone number and address was written on it.
For a brief moment, I thought about it all. I used to be disgusted by women who used to sleep with men for just money but at this point, I had no other option available. I couldn’t get a loan and I barely had any savings.
I dialed Marcus’ number on my phone and hesitated for a moment before pressing the call button. As the bell rang, my heart thumped against my chest out of panic and dread. I was going to sell my virginity to someone I didn’t even know. I only met Marcus a couple times and they were all business meetings or gatherings, I never had one-on-one conversation with him. The more I thought about him, the more terrified I got.
“Hello?” He picked up the call after the third ring. His terrifying voice sent shivers down my spine.
“Hello, it’s me, Charlotte.” I said, hoping he would remember my name. We didn’t have much of a conversation while we were on the ninth floor of his building.
“Yes, Charlotte?”
“I made up my mind,” I took a deep breath.
“And…”
“And I am ready to spend a night with you,” I stated. My stomach was clenched tight as I spoke.
“That’s wonderful to hear. When would you like me to pick you up?” he asked. There was a hint of satisfaction humming in his voice.
“Now, if it’s possible? I am free for the night.” I said, sounding like a hooker.
“Great! Where are you?”
I gave Marcus my home address instead of the hospital as I didn’t want him to know what crisis I was going through. I asked him to give me some time to get ready and then he could come by and pick me. After the dreadful phone call, I ran into my car and began sobbing.
Oh Lord, what have I agreed to?
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