Ophelia's POV
I hummed to myself as I flung my makeup supplies and bottle uniform into my bag. Afterward, I draped my bag around my chest and trudged out of the dressing room.
I retrieved my cell phone from my jogger's pocket and connected it to my headphones as I walked towards the entrance to the club as various unhinged thoughts assailed my mind.
I had gotten a call the night before from the doctor who was in charge of his treatment to report to the hospital as soon as I could because she had something important to discuss with me. When I heard that, my heart almost flew out of my chest in worry, I couldn't sleep throughout the night as I tended to overthink everything.
"Lia, wait!" I heard someone yell my name from behind and I halted in my steps as I whipped my neck around to deduce who it was.
A small smile adorned my face amidst my worries when I saw that it was my kind boss at the club, Rodrigo Fernandez.
"Rodrigo," I greeted him with a nod as I took an airport out of my ear. He had insisted that we–the workers–all called him by his name without adding formalities.
We freely conversed with him like friends did and I was extremely grateful to have such a kind hearted man like him as my boss.
"Lia, what's this I hear about you?" He ignored my greeting. I gulped nervously when I realized that his face was devoid of its usual cheerful and warm smile.
What had I done wrong? I thought to myself as I gazed up at him.
"What?" I squeaked.
"You want me to give you overtime at the club, knowing how hard you work and study at the same time. Do you want to die of stress, huh?" He yelled at me, and I was momentarily taken aback by the cruelty of his voice but I quickly reshuffled myself with a sigh.
"There's nothing I can do other than that, Rodrigo. My Dad's surgery and chemotherapy have to begin as soon as possible and I don't even have up to half the required amount saved up yet. I have to do everything and anything I can to make my dad hale and hearty again. He is the only family I have left in this world," I calmly replied to him with a plain mien.
"My goodness, Ophelia. You could have just asked me to give you a loan and I would have willingly agreed to do so. I'm not trying to be negative or anything, but we both know that even if you work all day long at the club for a year, I don't think you can have up to the required amount you need. Stop pressuring yourself so much, let me help you. Okay, I'll give you the required amount you need and I'll deduct the money from your wages every day until it's completed. How's that?" Rodrigo suggested, with a gentler tone and I just heaved a deep sigh.
"I'm very appreciative of your kindness towards me, Rodrigo but I'm sorry I can't accept it. I don't want to bother anyone with my problems and I mean it. I don't know if I'd ever be able to pay you back and I don't want a situation whereby we'll become enemies-"
Rodrigo cut in "But Ophelia, can't you see it? I'm just-"
"It's fine, Rodrigo. Really. I don't need you or anyone's help. I can do this myself, okay? Please stop acting like I'm a damned damsel in distress. If you don't want me to work overtime then I guess I'll look for another part-time job, that shouldn't be a problem for me. Thanks for your concern and I mean it. I'll be on my way now because I have an emergency, take care," I rambled out in one big breath and darted a slight quirk of lips at my boss before I turned around and continued my walk to the bus stop, ignoring the manner my conscience tugged me for not accepting my boss's deal.
Yes, I inherited my stubborn trait from my dad and I'd rather die than seek help from others.
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I stepped into my Dad's ward with a forlorn sigh and clammy hands.
My eyes became fuzzy with melancholia as I gently slammed the door shut with my eyes trained on the unconscious state of my sick dad on the bed.
I eased my bag onto the sofa which was placed next to the bed before I plopped down on the other chair next to him and slipped his cold, frail hand into mine.
I sighed for the umpteenth time that day as I gazed at the numerous beeping machines that were connected to him. I fiddled with his fingers as bitter tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Dad, I'm here again. You're still not conscious. When will I get to see your beautiful eyes again?" I whispered through my croaky voice as my gaze swerved to his tightly shut eyes and pale lips.
"Please just wake up once when I'm here so that I can tell you everything I failed to say before you fell sick. Please get well soon for me. I love you, Pops and I will be back soon," I muttered as I wiped my tears off with the back of my hand.
I had observed something, my dad was never awake whenever I visited him. Even if I planned on paying him a surprise visit, I'd still never meet him awake and that prompted me to conclude that he probably didn't want to see me and that made my heart ache badly.
I gazed at him for a while as I gently stroked his hand before I reluctantly hoisted myself up to go to the doctor's office with a heavy heart.
I clutched my bag tighter to my chest as I trekked into the doctor's office. I took a deep breath to mentally encourage myself to be hopeful and it seemed to work or maybe I just gaslit myself into thinking it worked.
"You came so early today. That's good, have your seat," The doctor cast one of her numerous kind, gummy smiles at me, to which I stiffly nodded as I tentatively flopped my butt on the chair opposite to her.
"So, you asked to meet me for an important matter. What's going on? Is Dad okay? Is something wrong with him?" I couldn't help but babble every thought that floated into my head in my state of frenzy.
"Calm down, Miss Ophelia. Yes, I called to meet you for something. We carried out a thorough body examination on him yesterday and discovered something," The doctor answered and my heart plunged deeper into the pit of my belly as cold sweat broke out on my skin.
"I know I said we were going to start full treatment and operate on him in a few weeks but I'm sorry to inform you that it can't be possible anymore. We discovered metastatic kidney cancer yesterday and we don't think we should delay his treatment any longer," She stated and the air in my throat choked me when she finished her utterance.
I coughed wildly and patted my chest to relieve myself as my eyes burned with choked-up tears. Fuck it, what was I going to do?
Where would I go from there?
"Are you alright, Miss Ophelia?" She asked me with concern conspicuous in her tone and I managed to nod.
"So, even exactly are you planning to start his treatment?" I whispered.
"In a week. We'll have to set everything up throughout this week after you make the down payment," She replied, and I let out a mirthless chuckle.
That seemed to be the best measure in my situation.
After a while, I heaved another deep sigh, "So, would a quarter of the fees be enough for the preparation? I don't have the complete fees yet but I can assure you that I'll try my best to get the remaining amount as soon as possible. Please allow me to pay a quarter of the fees," At that moment, tears had started flowing down my cheeks and I was one step away from shamelessly kneeling next to her and clutching her ankle to get her help.
"I don't know about this, let me ask the hospital. The hospital will have to decide on it as I don't have enough rights to help you even though I want to," She uttered, and with that, I rooted myself on the chair as I shook with sobs.
What was I going to do? How was I supposed to get two million dollars in a week? I mentally questioned myself.
"Okay, fine. We'll take a quarter of the fees," The doctor's exasperated voice broke into my train of thought, and instantly, my tears stopped.
"Thank you so much for helping me, I can assure you that you won't regret doing this for me. I will keep to my words and bring the rest of the payment next week," I cried as I reached across the table to squeeze her hands.
"You're welcome, I've seen how dedicated you are to helping your dad get better," She beamed at me.
I nodded silently at her as I released her hand from my hold with one question prevalent in my mind.
How was I going to earn as much as two million dollars in a week?
Ophelia's POV "I'm sorry I didn't inform you before I left the club, don't get angry at me, Ava. It was an emergency and I needed to see the doctor as fast as I could," I spoke into the phone with a sheepish grin twisting my lips upward.Just like I had expected, Ava was quite pissed at me because I didn't wake her up to tell her that I was leaving the club before her, she was such a baby at times. I thought to myself even though I knew I couldn't say it aloud to her face."Okay, I'm not mad anymore. So, how is your dad feeling now? Is he getting better? What was the emergency you were called for?" Ava questioned me, and I sucked in my breath through my teeth to repress the resurgence of panic inside me.I had almost forgotten about the fact that I needed to get three million dollars in a week. I had transferred everything in my bank account to the hospital for the treatment to commence on my dad and I only had about fifty cents left in my account balance.I had no idea how I was goi
Ophelia's POV About an hour and a half later, the cab wheeled to a halt In front of a huge building and I gasped In fascination as I stared at the magnificent exterior of the building.Was this a strip club? Had I gotten the wrong address? I asked myself because I knew there was no way in hell that a place as opulent as the luxurious glass skyscraper that I was currently gazing at was a mere strip club, so I swiped through my phone and read through the address again. To my utter bewilderment, I realized that it was really the building I was looking for.I settled the driver with the extra change which I had thankfully found wandering in my pocket before I made my way into the gargantuan edifice.At the entrance, I was met with the sight of a plain-faced woman who was dressed formally in a black, knee-length gown wIth a pair of black dress shoes to match. She looked like an imposing, evil stepmother."Are you Miss Ophelia Alvarez?" She asked in a strict, business-like tone."Yes," I a
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Ophelia’s POV The drive to my buyer's place lasted for about thirty minutes. The anxiety inside me didn't stop simmering as Damon drove past large heads of mansions, into a large gated property.I gasped in bewilderment as I stared at the colossal mansion.It was a sprawling, three-storey building that sat proudly in the middle of a vast and empty finely-chopped and curved landscape garden, safe for the water fountain that was situated upfront in the driveway. From where I was seated in the car, I could make out the dim amber lights of the interior of the mansion. I used to think this sort of gargantuan building only existed in the movies but I was proven wrong by this alluring property which I was currently gazing at.Compared to the ginormous strip club building that I had been overwhelmed by earlier that day, this mansion with its gigantic floor-to-ceiling windows and the huge mahogany doors was by far more enthralling than it."Miss," Damon said as he opened the car door with a
Ryan’s POV "Yeah, Damon just delivered her to me some minutes ago, thanks," I informed Vegas, who was on the other end of the line, as I strolled through the hallway."Alright, then. Have fun but not too much. Also remember to use protection because even virgins can't be trusted to be clean in this generation," Vegas lectured me and I rolled my eyes in exasperation."Okay, mum. I have to go now," I huffed, and quickly ended the call before he burst into another long sermon.Afterwards, I slipped my phone into the pocket of my sleep robe as I crossed my hands behind my back and strolled back into my bedroom with sensual excitement bubbling inside me.The thought that I had a sexy, untouched goddess inside my bedroom made heat pool to the pit of my belly and sent electricity to my flaccid cock, causing it to slowly spring up into a soft mound.I swung the door open with an accomplished grin, hoping to see the erotic vision of my sexy angel's godly legs splayed in the air, with wetness
Ryan’s POV "You are going to keep that sexy mouth of yours shut unless I ask you to speak, okay?" I muttered, caressing her pussy inside her panties with my middle finger with a smirk."Y-yes, sir," She moaned, to which I chuckled before I craned my neck upward to her hair to sniff the delicious strawberry aroma that emanated from the luscious, hazel tresses.I felt myself almost getting high as her pleasant smell hit my line of smell as I closed my eyes.She writhed under me as gentle sniffles emitted from her when my fingers pressed tight against her pussy, which I paid no mind to.I was only interested in dumping my load into her tight pussy.Then, I expertly unhooked her bra and yanked them away from her bulbous boobs before I hungrily attached my lips to one of her delectable pink buds. I swirled my tongue around it as a groan reverberated from my throat, and I felt pre-release leaking from my tip.Fuck, I had barely started with her and I had almost finished off.There was no w
Ophelia’s POV I woke up in the middle of the night to the tantalizing feeling of my master fingering my tight pussy from behind while also expertly flicking my erect, crimson nipples. I moaned softly as I pushed my ass backward for him to further gain access to thoroughly scissors me open, and arrange my insides with his huge cock.I was supposed to be tired given the amount of sex and position that my master had taken me the previous night, after he fucked me missionary-style on the fluffy bed, he hoisted me into his arms after we both came down from our sexual highs, and placed me inside his jacuzzi where he plowed me hard from behind but my puckered pussy was clearly not as I felt a fluid trickle down my legs.Some minutes later I had found myself held up against the wall with my arms wrapped around his waist as he smiled sinisterly at me, and pummeled his big, long dick inside my dripping warmth.Never in my life had I expected to have sex for the first time in such a pleasantly