Her Dilemma: Entangled With The Formidable Billionaires

"No…please. Give me a few more minutes, I'm not ready yet," a young feminine voice pleaded, feeling her skin crawl underneath the lustful gaze of an old man, who had a big fat belly, ugly face, bead eyes, and hairless head.

His lustful smile in the multi-colored dimmed-up room made him look spooky and disgusting for her eyes, causing her to shudder in fear as he pressed his swollen tummy on hers.

"This is the third time you've said that within the past forty minutes, Aysel," he said, whilst tracing her perfect round cheek with his short fat fingers, moving down to her nape and then towards her plump little boobs.

"We agreed on a deal so don't go back on your words, my love. You know the consequences you will encounter if you dare to," he reminded her coaxingly with a wide grin plastered on his wrinkled face, revealing his yellow to brownish sickening teeth.

Aysel immediately felt the urge to throw up right on his face but on second thoughts, she couldn't afford to ruin their deal.

She urgently needed the money he offered to have a nightstand with her. And because she was still pure and untouched by no man, yet, he doubled the sum, making it $2,000. Which was more than enough to settle her unbalanced fees in college and her mother's hospital bills with some extra cash lying around.

With a firm resolve, Aysel shut her eyes, letting out a puff. She tried to calm her unsettled heart and nerves as she awaited the start of their deal.

The fat lustful man smiled in satisfaction when he saw that she was finally being obedient and not turning him off by refusing.

"Good Girl," The greasy man praised her obedience as he led her toward the king-sized bed in the room.

Aysel lay upon the bouncy soft mattress, clenching her fist tightly by holding onto the bedspread covers. She tried as hard as possible not to resist him by chanting the reasons she was going through the ordeal in her head.

Without much foreplay, he began to take off her clothes one after the other, starting with her dress. His short fat hands roamed all around her body softly, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin as it lasted.

"You look lovely my charming beauty, and even more stunning without a dress on, my dear." He vied her nakedness shamelessly.

Whenever her name rolled out from his stinking mouth filled with the stench of alcohol and cigarettes, the urge to throw up only grew more in the depths of her stomach.

Aysel stiffened as she waited for him to take her undies off, but suddenly got interrupted by the sudden bang on the door.

A man stumbled into the room, interrupting the old man's further attempts.

Instinctively, Aysel grabbed the bed covers and shielded her body up to her head. She felt ashamed of letting herself to be seen naked by another stranger.

From under the cover, Aysel heard an angry hiss from her partner as he went down the bed.

"Who the hell are you?" He barked infuriatingly, for he had been interrupted in the middle of his sweet actions.

"Where is she!" The stranger demanded, his drunken hoarse voice resonating in the room, sending chills down Aysel's spine immediately she heard his demanding tone.

She had never heard of such a dominating and fearsome voice before. She wondered who he was searching for to sound enraged.

"Where is who? There is no one here. Get the hell outta here, you are not welcome," The old man angrily demanded. However, he felt intimidated by his chilling tone, penetrating gaze, and body build, which was around 6'2 feet tall, towering over him.

Deciding to stand his ground, he pushed the unwanted stranger out of his room but got shoved away effortlessly by the latter before he could even reach out to him.

" Scarlet!" The stranger yelled out in his drunken stupor, his eyes surveying the dimmed room till they fell upon the roughened bed covers.

With long and decisive strides, he walked toward the bed, not bothering to uncover the duvet to see who was underneath it. He recklessly threw her over his shoulder and trotted out of the room.

Aysel gasped, her eyes almost falling out of their sockets the instant she felt herself being flung over a well-built and firm body.

'What the fuck is this bastard doing?!' Aysel yelled in her head. She had the urge to scream for help before she got abducted by him but she didn't want to be seen unclothed by more people so she remained quiet, silently hoping for a miracle to occur.

The old man blocked the stranger's path before he could leave, only to be heartlessly kicked on his tummy by the stranger's latest collection of corporate shoes, sending him flying till his back hit the walls of the hallway roughly. A scream erupted in the hallway as the old man whined in pain, clutching his aching fat tummy as he rolled over on the ground.

"Do you dare block my path?" he questioned, tilting his head as he gave the old man a scrutinizing glare.

"No one ever messes with Anthony Garcia, for they won't live long to tell the tale. Take this as a warning and never cross paths with me again!" Anthony warned in a husky and indifferent tone. A cold aura oozed from him with a zero sense of remorse after hitting an old man so badly.

"Anthony Gracia? Why does his name sound familiar?" Aysel scanned her brain trying to figure out who or where she heard that name from.

" Damn! It's that harlot, Scarlett's fiancee from college." She muttered under her breath. Scarlett was a bitch in college, who went around causing chaos between lovely couples who were in a relationship all because she had the face and figure every man would die for.

"What is he doing here? and that too with me? I am pretty sure we have never crossed paths before." Aysel felt her heart race within her ribcage.

"Anthony Gracia, if you know what's best for you then you had better drop me down before I call the cops on you ." She threatened but stupidly she had said it in her head.

How does she expect him to hear her little threats when she wasn't voicing it out?

Before Aysel knew it. She was thrown at the back of a Lambo, with Anthony driving her in a direction she knew nothing about.

Aysel cautiously removed the covering from her head and peered out the black-tinted window.

Anthony was speeding recklessly, overtaking every car in his path, even ignoring the red traffic lights as he raced ahead.

"He seems furious, but honestly, who cares? Is he trying to end my life prematurely?" Aysel tensed up, she wasn't ready to die even though life had been treating her unfairly.

Struggling to find her balance in the chaotic car, Aysel mustered her courage to confront him.

"Hey! Anthony Gracia or whatever you called yourself. Why are you abducting me? Do I look like a kid to you?" She demanded, her anger flared at the audacity of his actions, unable to comprehend why he would involve her in his affairs when they had no connection whatsoever.

"Scarlett, get back to the back seat. We have unfinished business to attend to!" He barked from the driver's seat, his attention fixed on the road ahead.

"Scarlett? Do I sound like.." Abruptly, he made a sharp left turn, causing Aysel to lurch to the side of the car and hit her head against the window. The impact knocked her unconscious, and she slumped in her seat, her breathing shallow and uneven.