I stare at my mother, her surgery had been successful and now she's having her 'beauty sleep' as the surgeon had called it.

She is connected to different machines and the beeping sound it is making is the only thing keeping me from breaking down.

I hold her hand, afraid to let go. Jane Summers had not really been a good parent since the death of her husband, Patrick Summers, she had started smoking when he died in an accident 5 years ago. I don't blame her though, she loved him too much.

I myself, had to be the stronger one when he died but I still miss him. He was the best father and husband.

My mother had asked me where I got the money for the surgery but I just told her that I had used my savings and also collected a loan from the bank because no parent would be thrilled to learn that their daughter slept with a man for money.

Almost slept with.

Well almost, but I had wanted to do it. After I left The Biggies that day, I had cried my heart out on my way home. And when I got home, I thought about it and decided to do it anyways since it would save my mother's life and I'd do anything to save her. So I called Freddie and he gave me the address to Alan's place.

I had worn a simple hugging dress and tried to be confident but the tears wouldn't stop falling. When I arrived, I was surprised to see that the Alan Storm was that handsome.

I knew that he was the richest man in New York, everyone knows, and the only pictures I've seen of him, they were always blury and grainy because that was what the press could manage to take of him but I just hadn't been expecting him to be so young and breathtakingly handsome.

He had the clearest blue eyes I've ever seen and it had looked at me intently when I arrived which made me more nervous. Then he flashed me a smile that could melt even mountains.

I tried to control herself as he led me inside the room and I had been grateful when he gave me a wine which I had emptied as he went to bathe. If I should do it, then I better do it while drunk so I have to won't remember the horrible memory the next day.

He came out of the bathroom with a towel hanging loosely around his waist, I gulped when I saw him, he looked like a god. It was too good to be true, I only see this kind of body on TV.

He motioned for me to stand up and he wrapped my hands around his torso, I just placed my hands there, too nervous to explore the muscles ripping underneath them. He then began to kiss me and I closed my eyes. The kiss was slow and gentle, yet demanding. I was finally able to relate to those romance novels that I've read that talks about fireworks in first kisses.

If it was in the right circumstance, I would have enjoyed the kiss and the feel of his hands on my body, I did though but then I remembered that I was selling my body.

Tears stung my eyes, I had kept my virginity all these years only to now be given away for some thousands of dollars.

As he slipped my dress off, I was consciously aware of my nakedness, I've never been naked in front of any man before. I gasped as his hand cupped my breast.

This is too humiliating!

"But you're kinda enjoying it" my consciousness chipped in, guilt-tripping me because as much as I hate to admit it, it made me feel some things I've never felt before. The feelings were on a new level.

I bit down hard on my lower lip as he pulled down my panties and nudged my legs apart and stepped between them.

This is it Lynette, no going back now.

The traitorous tears I've been trying to keep at bay then streamed down my face and he must have felt he when kissed my lips again because he suddenly pulled away.

He touched my cheek to see that I was crying. He stood up and looked at me, at that moment, I was so scared and I tried to contain my tears but was failing miserably.

My heart began thumping, oh no you have just ruined the moment with your stupid tears.

He is definitely going to throw you out.

How will you pay for your mom's surgery now?

Say something you idiot!

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. You can carry on" I had said lamely.

You fool.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, taking me by surprise. Isn't he supposed to be angry?

I wiped her tears with the back of my hand, "Yes it's just that....I'm sorry. Let's continue."

"I'm not going to do anything with you while crying. I can't force you to have sex with me. Tell me what the matter is"

I mentally face palmed. Oh this is just great Lynette, you are such a fool. You are an idiot.

Crap.

Fuck.

Crap.

I then felt him wrap his arm around my shoulder as he sat down next to me, he was being sweet and this made me even cry more. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you. But I can't-I can't do this"

Wow, Lynette you just frigging rejected him. The Alan Storm!

He wiped my tears and went to the little fridge at the corner of his room and brought out a bottle of water before heading to the bathroom. He came back a little while later with a towel in his hand.

He wrapped the towel around my chest and I held my breath as his fingers grazed my naked skin. His touch was so tingly and my body had sparked up at his touch. I really liked his touch but I just had to ruin everything with my stupid tears.

"Did you not know why you came here?" He asked when I had calmed down.

I raised my eyes to his, "I knew."

"Then why did you come when you couldn't do it?"

What was I supposed to say, that I was a virgin about to sell my body for money?

That I just want to do it for the fun?

I then decided to settle for the truth, not that it was going to get me anywhere anyways.

"Because I needed the money." Then I told him about my former job and how my boss had accused me of stealing his money for my mother's surgery(trust me this part wasn't easy to say, being wrongly accused is not fun), then about the job search which led me to The Biggies, leading me here.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He stood up and went to open the drawer beside the bed, he took out what looked like a check book.

"What's your name?" he asked me.

My heart thumped, hope it's not what I'm thinking. He isn't writing me a check after rejecting him right?

"Lynette Summers." I whispered

Oh God, he's really doing it. He's writing me a check without even sleeping with him for God's sake!

He filled the check and cut it out. He strolled over to me and sat beside me , taking my small hand in his large one, I had already gotten used to his touch and the feelings that came along with it. He placed the check in my palm and my jaw slapped the floor at the number of zeros written there in fine calligraphy.

No freaking way!

He is joking right?

I quickly pushed the paper back to him," No, no, no please I can't take this. I really can't. I'm sorry."

He gave me the paper back, "Take it Lynn, it's yours. Use it for your mother's treatment and if you need a job, you are free to come to my company anytime."

Lynn?

This man is fucking awesome. How could he give me a fucking million dollars after refusing to sleep with him?

I then started crying again, "No Mr Storm. One million is too much. I can't accept it, I'm sorry"

He took my head in his palms and made me look at him,"Lynn. It's okay. Take the money. You've refused me once today it won't be nice if you refuse me again.... and please call me Alan" he added.

I was still surprised that he had called me Lynn and I had secretly liked it because nobody have ever given me a nickname before.

I must have caught him by surprise when I wrapped arms around his neck. We had stayed like that for a while before I kissed him lightly on the lips. "Thank you Alan."

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What are your thoughts on this story so far??

Really let's talk about being wrongly accused, that shit ain't no joke. It had happened to me once and it was ridiculous.

Love y'all.

Valentine is coming. ♥️♥️