Right...? WRONG!

“I’m sorry ma’am…”

As soon as she hears those words after staying in front of the Operating rooms all night, ignoring the way her own body hurts and how bad her head has been pounding since the previous night, she collapses on to the ground, her body refusing to make any sound, not even a wail nor a scream nor begging…

Just nothing.

Her eyes, however, turn bloodshot and extreme amounts of tears begin to flow from her eyeballs.

“Ma’am? Please let me finish?”

Mavis rocks her body back and forth, looking up at the doctor.

“He’s alive ma’am, but barely.”

As soon as she hears that, she springs up from the floor, her earlier muteness completely disappeared. “He is?! Nathan is?! Where is he?!”

“He is barely stable right now but due to the damage that has been caused over time and the fact that his case has gone beyond an average case of cardiomyopathy, we either have to start preparing him for a heart transplant or for a pacemaker…”

Mavis nods with rapt attention, although whenever those blue doors slide open, her eyes immediately go over there, hoping to see her son being wheeled out of there so she can set her eyes on her poor boy that has to suffer for her own mistakes.

She had been so dumb seven years ago that she’d laid down her body for the man that she could have sworn found her different, but of course, when she’d left, he had only resumed his chain of dating redheads, thought of her never crossing his mind, not even once the whole time, but now…

The consequences of those reckless times have caught up with her, and if she can’t raise the money, her son would die.

The doctor drones on and on about how she needs to arrange the money as fast as possible as his condition is deteriorating but Mavis is far from there, far far away into a future without Nathan to keep her company, without her precious child…

She’d simply go mad.

With unnerving calm, she looks at the Doctor dead in the eyes, wipes hers and stands straight on her feet. “I will bring the money in seven days Doctor, please prepare my son for surgery and please, take good care of him. If he asks of me, tell him Mommy has gone to get some things done so his heart would not hurt anymore.”

The doctor frowns, stepping into her path. “Where are you going? For a whole week? I hope—“

“I am going to do whatever I can to save my son’s life… I don’t care how damning it may be.”

With that, the man steps out of her way, watching as she walks down the hallway, into the waiting elevator where she looks like the burden of the entire world is on her fragile shoulders and yet, she has a steely frame, refusing to collapse under the weight of the whole load.

Outside the hospital building, Mavis hails a taxi, which is expensive as heck considering how far she has to go, but the bridge has burned now. There is now no point trying to keep her dignity intact. If groveling to Lance Wesker is all that it’ll take to keep her baby alive, just for a week anyway, then she’ll grovel and lick his toes if he orders her to.

And that, is exactly what she plans to do.

Grovel and Worship Lance Wesker for a week, get her money, save her son and disappear again to somewhere he won’t set his eyes on her ever again.

When the bright yellow vehicle comes to a stop outside the large glass building with LW written in glittery large letters on the top right corner, she pays him and stands in front. Seeing how shabby she looks in the casual clothes from last night, she curses silently under her breath.

Knowing who Lance Wesker is, every redhead who approaches him is most likely someone he has fucked, so seeing her, the famous flame of seven years with him will be a field day for the ever watching paparazzi. Instead of going into the building, she walks a few more blocks down and gets herself a new white dress and black platform sandals.

She uses her hand to smoothen her hair, not bothering to pack it up, she leaves it hanging wildly around her shoulders and upper back.

With one last breath which signifies the rest of her dignity oozing out, she takes the first steps into the building, and when the elevator opens on the twentieth floor, his secretary rises to stop her but with that familiar, reflexive hand wave that she’d used on his staff so proudly at the time, she walks right by, opening the door to Lance’s office.

Holy…

It’s completely different from the lavish one she’d accustomed him to. The place used to be so brightly colored with random artworks everywhere, most of the nude women or some pretty expressive art, but now, the room is minimalist.

There is almost no color in the entire office, even in the face of the occupants, but as soon as his eyes meet hers, as soon as his eyes go roving all over her body, looking mighty sexy in that white dress, her hair looking tousled as though she’d risen from bed and come right there, colour floods right into his face.

And fuck, does she like having such a reaction on him.

Lance looks at his two guests who are equally staring at her. “Excuse me, I will call you later but I have some… ‘pressing issues’ to attend to.”

Of course, the pressing issue is none other than innocent looking Mavis in a white dress.

“I accept!” Mavis echoes as soon as the door closes behind the two gaping men.

“Uh… What? Did you come into the building looking like… that?”

Mavis has no time to waste so his attempt at cynicism gets nowhere. She has dumped every single iota of integrity, dignity and shame that she has left, and all she is now is one of those other shallow ladies he picks up every weekend.

A gold digger.

“I want money, you want me for a week. I accept.”

Lance looks surprised, then he eases into a smile, a cocky one edging off a smirk.

“Are you sure about that bunny? You want to have Lance Wesker to yourself for a week? I mean, I asked because I thought it was incredulous…”

“I don’t care why you’d asked, all I know is I am willing to spend a week with you, whenever and wherever.” She retorts, her eyes giving away her naivety beneath all the desperate bravado.

“I see…” Lance whispers, walking out from behind the table and coming to stand right in front of her where he is considerably taller.

She swallows, clenching and unclenching her fists because he can’t see them, can’t see how sweaty they are and can’t perceive the smell of her fear right now.

Lance, on the other hand, has grown in this world masking his expressions and feelings, so hiding just how turned on he is, hiding just how much her reappearance has turned his world upside down in the last twelve hours is no big deal.

“Five million?” He whispers, leaning down to her level, his eyes maintaining that electric gaze between them.

“Ten. I want ten million dollars and a car instead.”

He does not even ponder about it, stretching out his palm with an easy smile, “Deal.”

Barely hiding her surprise, she wipes off her palm on the dress before taking his palms…

He’s still smiling and staring at her the way a tiger would stare at a gazelle feeding nearby.

It should not be that hard to do what he wants for a week… Right?

RIGHT?

WRONG!