Valerie's POV

“Just… stay. Please. I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

I didn't say a word.

“Besides… it's dangerous to be walking alone this late,” he added.

I was supposed to tell him that I needed to leave, to get to my mother at all cost…. but then he was right. It's already past 10 P.m. Walking the streets of Las Vegas this late isn't totally safe. Mother won't be able to survive if something bad happens to me.

“Alright,” I muttered.

He flashed me a weak smile and left my wrist.

But then where would I sleep. The few bucks I had with was what I had used to pay for the room and by the look of him, he doesn't seem like he had any money with him either.

I picked up a pillow beside him and threw it on the cold floor.

“What are you doing?“ He asked, his eyes narrowing with disbelief. “Don't tell me you want to sleep on the cold floor?“

“Yes,” I said with a nod.

“No… you will not,” he snapped. “Come and sleep on the bed. We can manage together.“ His voice was sharp, brooking no arguments.

I hesitated, my gaze shifting between the floor and the small bed. I was already used to sleeping on the floor. In fact I could count the number of times I had slept on the bed in my entire. But not on a cold floor without blanket.

Slowly, I moved to the other side of the bed, and tucked myself in. We were backing eachother.

I couldn't sleep. I was shivering so much and gnashing my teeth so hard that it felt like I was going to fell off the bed.

“You're cold?“ I heard his voice behind me.

“Ye…s,” I stammered, my lips trembling. “But.. I..will—”

I stiffened when I felt his huge arms and duvet wrapping around me.

What the hell is he doing?

I wanted to pull back but he won't bulge.

“Stay put. I'm not going to do anything you don't want. I just want to keep you warm,” he said.

His voice was like a spell binding me, so I stayed put.

Minutes passed and I felt a little warm. I turned to face him and his lips was just inches apart from mine, our breaths mingling. He swirled his tongue around his lips as if he was calling out for me and that was it. I remembered the thrill I felt when I kissed him earlier and I pressed my lips to his.

Time seem to stop.

He didn't resist. He pulled me closer, his tongue invading my mouth and kissing me with an intensity that stole my breaths away.

Still kissing me, he towered over me and slipped his hands inside my blouse and fondle my breasts.

“Huh,” I moaned out, the moment he pinched down on my nipples, my back arching off the bed.

Then he broke the kiss. “Did you want this?“ he asked.

Everything inside me screamed that I shouldn’t, that this was too fast, too wrong.

But when he looked at me with those gentle eyes, when he whispered that he wouldn’t hurt me… something inside me broke.

For once, someone saw me, not as a burden, not as a waitress, not as a body to buy but as a woman. A human.

“I want this,” I whispered, breathless. “I want you.”

And maybe I was just clinging to a moment of warmth in a life that had gone cold.

Maybe I was just tired of surviving.

But tonight, I chose him.

That was all he needed to hear. He kissed me again. Then he pulled my blouse, unhooked my bra with ease and my breasts spilled out. My jeans and pants was next.

He undressed himself too. My eyes widened as I took in the size of his cock. It was huge, and already dripping with cum. I wonder how it would fit inside me.

“Don't be scared, girl,” he said, smirking. “My cock don't bite.“

Before I could respond, he leaned forward and closed his mouth around my nipples. Sucking it and rolling his tongue around it. While his hand was fondling, pinching and twisting the other nipples.

Gezz…. The thrill. Oh… this is good. No wonder Reina always talked about it. I had always thought sex was overrated.

“Let out the moan dear,” he said, biting on my nipples slightly.

“Ohhhhhh.“ My moan echoed through the room. I felt my pussy tingling.

Then he moved away from my breasts and started planting kisses all over my body: collarbone, neck, stomach, thighs, and then my pussy lips. My entire bdy felt like it was on fire.

I rolled my eyes at the back of my head as I saw stars in the ceiling.

Then I felt his cock at my entrance. “You want this, right?“

It was silent for a beat, my heart racing. “Yes,” I simply replied, bracing myself up.

Finally, he pushed his cock inside me, breaking my hymen.

“Ha….“ I screamed, clenching the duvet tightly as immense pain course through my pussy, my eyes blurring with tears.

He thrusted out of me. “Why didn't you tell me this is your first time?“ He asked, his voice sharp with genuine concern.

Should I have told him that?

I didn't reply.

“I will be gentle, huh.“

I nodded, tears sliding down my cheeks.

And he did that. He started thrusting inside me slowly, gently like I was something breakable. And soon, the pains turned into pleasure.

“You're so pure, so tight,” he moaned.

I moaned, my fingers gripping his arms gently.

Then his thrusts became faster, harder, and his breathing became ragged. Moments later, I felt his release inside me as he collapsed on top of me. Even with the pains in my pussy, the sex was good.

We were a pile of cum and sweat.

He smiled against my neck and whispered, “You are mine.“

Mine. I smiled.

Then he rolled off me. Seconds later, his snores filled the room.

I turned, appreciating his features. His chiseled features softened in sleep, lashes resting on high cheekbones, lips parted slightly, radiating calm, and raw beauty.

I won't be able to sleep while looking at him, so I turned and let myself drift off.

_______

When I woke up the next morning, the bed was cold beside me.

I sat up slowly, the sheets still damp with sweat and blood… and absence.

He was gone.

No goodbye. No note. No name.

Just the memory of his arms wrapped around me like I mattered.

I stared at the spot where he slept — where we made love — and a hollow ache spread through my chest.

I should’ve known. He was too gentle to be real. Too kind to stay.

And still… I’d hoped.

But hopes don’t pay hospital bills. And they sure as hell don’t wait for girls like me to wake up.

I got up, washed my face, and walked out — again alone.

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“Dr. Green,” I called, trailing behind the doctor in charge of my mother's treatment. “I promise to get the money this week,” I said.

My voice was firm even though I had no idea how I would get such a whooping amount.

He turned to face me, letting out a frustrated sigh and scratching his bald head. “I'm sorry, Miss Gaston, there is really nothing I can do about this.“

“No…. Doctor,” I said desperately, shaking my head. “You know she won't survive a day without the medications. Please do something.“

Tears blurred my vision but I was determined not to let it spill. This is no time nor place to wallow in self-pity.

A beat passed before he said, “I heard about a very influential shareholder sponsoring the treatments of some cancer and heart disease patients.“

A smile tugged on my lips, my hope renewing until he added, “But I heard the number of people he wants to support are already complete.“

“What?“ I snapped, my body growing pale. “How?“

The doctor stepped closer, glancing around suspiciously. “He is at the director's office now. You can go there and see if you can get him to help your mother.“

I nodded gratefully. “Thank you, doctor.“

I was already running out of the hallway when I heard him calling after me, “Don't let anyone know I told you about it.“

“Yes,” I called back.