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Emma Starr 

“Excuse me?” 

I let out, wriggling my brows and wondering how many women fell for those lines he just used. 

Right from when this famous movie producer rented the entire lake, I just felt something in me flip. I mean there could be families willing to come here, only for a condescending billionaire to stop them? 

All shades of wrong. 

Here was I, thinking of these, with Nicholas Russell resting his biceps on the kiosk’s surface and tucking his index finger in a cream. I gave an open-mouthed expression as he licked it, staring at his almond-brown hair which was gelled to the back and packed with a hairstring. There was just something about the way his tongue and thin lips, twirled around his finger cause it was a big turn-on.

It made me wonder. Did this devil know what he was doing? 

“You heard me correctly.” he smartly retorted. “I suppose I don’t have to repeat myself, or else you want me too and I might just be doing that in bed, sweetheart.” 

“W-What bed? Do you think I’m that cheap, Mr. Nicholas?” 

His confident expression turned to an astonished one, with him narrowing his eyes. “I find it fascinating that you know me, Miss Emma.” 

“Oh, come on now, who doesn’t know the famous movie producer of Las Vegas?” 

I said, spreading my palms at the table of the kiosk with a head-on look at him with a smug. 

“Maybe most women I know, remove their panties. On finding out, they spread their legs for me to take them to heaven.” 

Then you’ve been meeting the wrong people. No matter how attractive he was, it didn’t mean I was going to make myself easy. He was my type, but, just no. 

This was an example of what I was talking about. That voice tone, the arrogance and dominancy that hurt my feminine energy. 

“Look,” I carried on. “Please voice out your order because over there...” I pointed to the supervisor who was currently watching me. “this is my administrator, who will report me to the manager if I don’t do my job correctly. I need this job because I have no passive income like you.” 

A wave of slight dizziness washed over me, making me sway to rest on the table which I made to be stylish, hoping he didn’t see that. My body felt unnecessarily weak, and God, it did make me worry if I will be able to finish today’s shift and earn my wage. 

“Um, are you... okay?” he said. 

Okay, he noticed! For someone who just met me, he was observant. 

“I feel somewhat weak, but it’s nothing to... worry about?” 

The attack came again making me fall on the ground this time, sitting with my butts on the floor. Surprisingly, he got in from the exit, with his hands around my waist. 

“My place is near, if you rest there, I can find a doctor to attend to your baby, Miss Emma.” 

“My baby?” I scrunched my nose. “What the hell are you saying? I’m far from pregnant... Nicholas... damn, my body feels like it fell into snowflakes.” 

“Well, come here Princess Elsa, and allow me to help.” 

Suddenly, he lifted me in his arms in a bridal style putting my face in his expensive cologne shirt as he brought me out of the kiosk. “W-What... what are you doing?” 

“Helping a reluctant feminist,” 

“Gosh, do I sound like one? W-What... what is your movie crew?” I answered. 

“They take orders from the boss. No hell way I’m leaving a pretty woman like you, in this condition,” he replied. 

“There are aides around, right?” 

“Aren’t they on a break today due to my rental?” 

I nodded only for him to continue. 

“You need to be treated, Miss Emma.” 

“Isn’t this too sudden? We just met... and, even though we get a job, it’s not like they’ll treat me anyway. I just have to endure this until I find a perfect solution...” 

I said, with sadness in the mists of my eyes, remembering why I was even in this pain in the first place. 

Sometimes, when I recalled I hated the cause so much. 

Apart from me in his arms, everything else was blurry and fuzzy even when my administrator rushed forward asking what was wrong. They paid in wages, so I will be paid only for the hours I served. 

However, I ended up in this billionaire’s Rolls Royce, who sped at a high limit, seeking medical help. 

He closed the phone, staring at me as I lay with my eyes closed in his back seat rocking my body which felt restless. 

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” 

“I’ve been this way since I was a child...” 

I said, wondering why I will even tell a stranger that. “It’s nothing serious. It comes and goes in its own time, so... I will be fine.” 

I said, only for the car to come to a halt. 

Nicholas Russell came down from it, opening the door and lifting me in his hands again. “No, you don’t.” 

The house looked extremely big, with a magnanimous pool and other things my sickly self was lazy in describing. But this place reeked of someone who was stinkingly rich. 

My head connected to a pillow with Nicholas towering over me to touch my forehead. 

“You’re burning up. You need some warm water.” 

He said, and a second later, he rolled his t-shirt to his mid-wrist pressing it against my body. “Where is aching?” 

He asked, making me swallow and point to my hand which he massaged. I moaned from being comfortable as he asked, “Where else?” 

I pointed to my legs, only for him to knead every single inch making me hum in comfort. “You are pretty,” 

Nicholas said, halting in front of my face, taking my lips in his which I kissed back. I couldn’t lie, no matter how hard I wanted to. His cologne was enticing, with his aftershave scent. 

To think he was kind despite that arrogant TV personality he put on, was a great turn-on for me. I twirled my tongue with him when he came knocking at my lip’s entrance. 

“Emma...” he groaned, trailing his hands into my underskirt. “Do you want this or are these your symptoms? I don’t want to take advantage of you, baby.” 

I summoned my strength to wrap around his neck, entangling my legs around his waist. 

“I-It’s not a symptom, I do want you…” 

He grew wild that minute, kissing the nook of my neck together with my earlobe, collarbone, and stomach as he went down. Sucking my clit, licking and toying with it, he fingered me a bit before unbuckling his pants. 

His manhood was in me before I knew it, stretching as he gave me eye contact before going deeper into my walls. “Goodness!” How was he so good at this?! 

He kissed me passionately, while I kissed him back writhing as I made my legs even tighter against him. He wasn’t fast, instead, he took it slow, pleasuring every inch of me. “Let me know if I’m hurting you, baby.” 

“I’m not hurting...” 

He was giving me high-end relief! 

I gasped, holding him as if he was my life support till I came. 

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White lights were shining in my eyes, which woke me up. The view ahead, through the transparent glass, made me narrow my eyes till I began to recall what happened. “Miss Emma, are you awake? 

A knock went in. “Yes, come in!” 

The Doctor who I was familiar with entered the room, closing the door behind him. “Good morning,” 

“Morning, Emma,” he replied. 

My head got glimpses of yesterday’s scene and the fact that I got to bed with a famous movie producer! Double fuck. Was I still in his suite? House? 

“Emma, why won’t you ever listen? You were aware of your state of health and yet worked under such harsh conditions. Thank goodness I was called, who knows what will have happened?” 

As the Doctor asked those words, I stood up slowly staring at the stethoscope around his neck remembering why I was even here in the first place. The last time I promised I’ll take care of myself but there even funded to do that? I was broke. Like poor broke. 

“I’m not in the best of places right now,” I muttered, rubbing my head and checking if my outfit was presentable to go out. Luckily, I was still in the black and white uniform with the white stockings around my feet to mid-thighs. “There are these responsibilities that I must put first to survive...” 

“What better surviving is more important than your health, Emma?” 

His words made a memory envision in my head. I had a one-night stand yesterday! 

“Doc, there was a man, who um... brought me here, right?” I asked, to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. 

“Yes, Nicholas Russell. He left hours ago to catch his flight back to Skye Canyon,” he said. 

[Flashback] 

“Protection?” I reminded him, but he slid my hands away, entering my pussy saying, 

“With you… I’d like it raw.” 

[Reality] 

Double fuck. I needed to get the plan B pill asap. 

“Doc, another question. Do you have a contraceptive pill with you?” I asked him. 

“No. I only brought the items you needed for treatment.” He replied. “If you want one, there is a pharmacy in a stone’s throw from here-” 

“Okay, thanks!” I gasped, springing up from the bed. 

“You shouldn’t be standing-“ 

“I have to go now, Doctor. This is entirely urgent!” 

“Emma, we are not yet done-“ 

“This is extremely important to me and I have to leave now. Thanks for treating me! You can forward your account details to me so I pay.” 

“He already settled it. Nicholas did.” 

I heard it come from him as I strode out of the large house hurriedly, without even looking back. Luckily, I felt better and that was what mattered now till I figured out what to do. What I couldn’t take were double complications… that is, the possibility of getting pregnant which I had to erase. 

“I will like to purchase the plan B pill,” 

I said to the Pharmacist, who had a smile on her face. 

“That will be $40.” 

I handed her the payment, immediately rushing out to take a taxi. As soon as I got home, I took the pills with a cup of water before breathing a relieved sigh. “Jesus... that was close.” 

I sunk to my bed thinking about yesterday’s events. 

Of how I had a one-night-stand with a Hollywood star, knowing the chances were slimmer. Somehow, I was beginning to regret opening my legs for him. I felt used, more like he helped me to sleep with me if that made sense! 

“Gosh... oh Lord.” 

My life was nothing new. Apart from the fact that I was an orphan from birth and had no one except the community in which I stayed at. They were more like a family and helped each other. 

The thing was... was I even helping myself? 

Tears flickered over my eyes as I remembered the Doctor’s words to me earlier which I shut out to not feel too much pain. 

“Miss Emma, body weakness is the first stage of your head injury. If you don’t get the surgery done, the second and third stages can be extremely dangerous and life-threatening.” 

I gulped, “How long do I have left?” 

“With a regular treatment, perhaps a couple of years.” 

“Perhaps? I could die now?” 

I swallowed in hurt, the minute he said those words only for him to nod a ‘yes.’