Chapter Three.

DIANA.

I breathed in and out three times before knocking on the door, and it opened immediately.

"Diana, what are you doing here?" he asked, surprise written on his face as I caught myself ogling his bare six-pack abs. I couldn’t help but wish I could run my fingers over them.

"Diana, Diana," he waved his hand in front of my face, pulling me out of my sinful thoughts.

"What's wrong?" he asked, now frowning.

“C-can I come in?" I asked quietly, my cheeks obviously flushed.

"Oh, just a minute, please," he said before closing the door. A minute or two later, he returned, not alone this time. He had two blonde girls with him, both sporting a "just got a real fuck" expression, smiling sheepishly as Miguel kissed them.

"Until next time, girls," Miguel said, and the girls nodded before walking away. He slapped one of their behinds as they left, making me cringe.

"Come on in." I stepped inside, and I won’t lie—although I've known Miguel for a few years, this was only the second time I had been to his house. His playboy and bad-boy lifestyle gives off some eerie vibes. I sat on his brown leather couch, which blended perfectly with the decor of the living room. He went inside and, moments later, came out with a plate of cookies and a glass of orange juice.

"Here," he said, dropping them on the table next to me. I muttered a thanks, took a sip of the juice, and set the glass back on the table.

"So what brought you here? The last time I checked, the Diana I know wouldn’t come to my house unless forced or begged. So spill," he said, and I gulped when I saw that killer smile of his, his dimples showing prominently.

Gosh, Ana, get a grip on yourself! I know he’s cute, but don’t fawn over him like some love-struck girl. Miguel has a certain charm—I don’t know how to explain it, but he attracts girls effortlessly.

I recall the first awkward situation we met in. He was trying to escape from a girl while on a date with that girl’s best friend. Who does that? He was in the same restaurant as me with his ‘current’ girlfriend when another girl burst in with fury.

He looked shocked when she slapped him, calling him various names. Unable to take the insult, he stood up, glaring at her. I was on my way out when Miguel decided to use me as a scapegoat by calling me his ‘distant cousin,’ and, surprisingly, the girls believed him and let him follow me outside. He apologized afterward, and I forgave him. He took my number, promising to invite me for coffee or drinks anytime, and that’s how we became friends.

"Diana, this is the second time you’ve spaced out on me. Care to share what’s bothering you?” Here goes nothing.

"I need some cash," I said, twisting my fingers, a nervous habit of mine.

"Why?" he asked, a mix of surprise and amusement in his tone.

"I really need the money, Miguel," I replied, biting my bottom lip—a sign that my nerves were getting the best of me.

"Okay, how much do you need?"

"200,000 (two hundred thousand)."

"What do you need such a large amount of money for, and how are you going to pay me back?"

"I promise to pay you back quickly, but please, I need the money right now."

"Okay, I’ll give you the money, but under one condition," he said. I furrowed my brows, feeling uneasy about what his condition might be.

"What condition?"

"I’ll give you the money, but you’re not going to pay a dime, Diana."

"Huh? Why?"

“You know I like you right and I really want to get down with you, so without taking much of your time here is what I want to do. I'm gonna fuck you in exchange for the money.”

WHAT?

I stared at him in disbelief, I couldn't believe he was saying something like this to me. All these years of knowing him, all he ever wanted was to fuck me. This fucktard!!!

"Fuck you and your money Miguel, I just wasted my time coming to an asshole like you.” I got up heading to the door when he dragged me back holding my waist and squeezing my ass. "Miguel, let go of me.”

"I'm going to fuck you till you pass out, I am going to rub my hands all over these wide hips of yours," he said pushing me onto the couch and straddling me.

“Miguel, please don't do this, please," I said, already crying.

"Don't worry I'm going to be gentle and I'm going to make this pleasurable for you." He said while kissing my neck.

"Miguel." I hit him on his chest and it was like I was hitting a rock, he didn't move an inch oh God please don't let me be a victim of r*pe.

“Diana you don't know how long I've been fantasizing about your body.” He placed his hand on my left breast squeezing the life out of it and making me cry out. He tried kissing me but I struggled to move my face. He held my face tightly and kissed me as if his life depended on it; more tears fell from my eyes. I raised my leg and kicked his dick really hard and he fell off me groaning on the couch.

“Fuck you, Diana!” he cursed still groaning in pain. I quickly stood up and then carried my bag heading to the door but he held my hand again, I screamed in fear but a knock came at the door diverting his attention.

"Miguel open the fucking door!" A croaked voice yelled and Miguel immediately stood up like someone being controlled to open the door.

I ran out immediately without waiting for whoever had knocked to come in.

I ran for a long time, I couldn't count how long and I didn't stop until I was far away from his place. I dropped my shaky on the bench at the bus stop while still crying. I couldn't believe he almost did that to me. I can't believe he almost raped me because I asked for money. I took Miguel as a friend and until now, I still can't believe he could do this to me. I felt so helpless as I sat there still replaying the moment from earlier; thankfully, the bus came a minute later distracting me from my thoughts.

I got up after wiping off every trace of tears from my face before entering the bus back to the hospital.