Chapter 1

Annabel, you have till next week to pay up the five hundred thousand balance or else the new heart we found for your twin brother will go to someone else.” Doctor Gray said on the phone.

“Please Doctor Gray, I will try my best to bring the money, just take good care of my brother.” I begged him.

“Alright Annabel.” You have till next week. And with that he ended the call.

I sat down on my bed with tears streaming down my face. I don’t know how to raise the amount. I’m a college student by day, and I work in a hotel as a server at night. My salary is just 2000 dollars. How on earth will I raise five hundred thousand? My father had already abandoned Daniel and me at the orphanage when we were just six years old, two years after losing our mother. He went ahead and remarried another woman and they have two kids now. He never bothered to check on us after that. We spent most of our lives in different foster homes, but we always ended up coming back to the orphanage.

We had traced our father to the new house where he is living with his new family, but he pretended not to know us and always chased us away.

Just then a message from the hotel manager popped on my screen.

Message: We have important guests coming over to the hotel tonight, you will be paid an extra one thousand. Are you in?

Extra one thousand? That is far from what I needed. But aside from money for Daniel’s heart transplant, I still need money for his hospital bill, the rent, and food. I hurriedly entered my small bathroom and took a quick shower. Then I hurriedly wore my work uniform and ran out of the house as though I was being chased by an invisible force. It was drizzling outside and in my rush to get to work, I forgot to carry an umbrella. I stood under the rain waiting for a taxi, when a car splashed water on me.

“Bastard!” I yelled at the driver. I didn't care if he heard me or not. My clothes were messed up with the dirty water. I was trying to clean it up when the car started reversing back to where I was standing. I ran up to them even before the car stopped. I started pounding on the bonnet for the driver to come out.

“Come out, how dare you splash dirty water on me?” I yelled at the top of my voice, drawing the attention of passersby.

The driver came out of the car and tried to drag me off, but I refused and held on to his shirt. “You have to compensate me for my clothes or else I won’t let you leave this place. Tell whoever it is you are carrying in that car to come out and compensate me.” I screamed.

“Fine, leave my shirt, let me go and talk to my boss,” the driver pleaded. But I still refused to let him go.

His boss, a man in his 30s, finally came out of the vehicle. He was wearing a Dormeuil Vanquish suit that screamed luxury.

“What’s going on here?” He asked in a deep voice.

“Boss, she said I must compensate her for splashing water on her clothes.” The driver said.

The man looked at me amused. “How much do you want?” He asked me, smiling.

“Five hundred thousand!” I yelled without thinking twice.

“What! Five hundred thousand for these clothes?” The driver yelled.

“No, no, I mean five hundred dollars,” I said, coming back to my senses.

The man brought a wad of dollars and handed it to me.

“I guess this will do. Can we go now?” He asked, looking at his wristwatch.

I snatched the cash from him and nodded, then I turned to the driver. “Watch where you are going next time.” He glared at me and entered the car and drove off.

I looked at the cash in my hand. I counted and it was 5000 instead of five hundred. I quickly put it inside my bag. The rain had finally stopped.

By the time I got to the hotel, the guests were already seated at their table. Mr. Gabriel, our manager, saw me and called me over to the reception room.

“Annabel, Mr. Richard Anderson, the richest man in the world, and his friends are staying in our hotel tonight, and you are in charge of them. Go now and take their orders and after that prepare five VVIP rooms for them.”

“Yes sir,” I replied, grabbing my notebook and running over to them.

“Good Evening gentlemen, my name is Annabel, I will be your waiter for the evening. What would you like for a starter?” I asked them in a friendly voice.

I was shocked to see the same man from earlier. I started panicking and praying he doesn’t recognize me or report me to my manager.

“Hello pretty,” one of the men answered, “you can get me wine,” he said, winking at me. The others made their orders too, remaining the man in the middle.

“Hi sir, what should I get for you?” I asked him. His eyes were fixed on me, a knowing smile forming on his lips.

“Richard, the pretty girl is talking to you.”

“Water, get me water,” he finally replied.

“Okay sir, I will be back in a jiffy,” I replied awkwardly as I left to get their orders.

Two minutes later, I came back with the wine for the other three men and water for Mr. Richard. His eyes refused to leave my body.

“Your rooms are ready too, when you are ready just let me know.” I said trying to sound professional.

“I’m ready, take me to my room.” Mr. Richard said as he stood up from his chair. The other men laughed at him.

“Don’t be such a killjoy Richard. We are going to the strip club. Are you not coming with us?” One of the men asked.

“No, you guys should carry on, I have important work I want to do here.”

Oh God, how did I not know he was the richest man in America? And I behaved badly towards him and his driver. Now it will only take the grace of God for him not to report me to my boss and have me sacked.

“Mr. Richard, I-I-I’m sorry for what happened earlier and how I talked to you. Please forgive me,” I pleaded with him as I entered the elevator to his room. But he didn’t say a word. And that made me more scared.

“Please sir, I can give you back the money, I only collected the money from you because I really needed it. Just don’t report me to my manager or else I will lose my job.” I said, my voice shaking now and I was doing my best to hold back tears that were forming in my eyes. But still he didn’t say a word. When we finally got to his room, I opened the door for him and ushered him in.

“If you need anything, let me know,” I said as I was about to leave the room.

“Anything at all?” He asked.

“Yes sir,” I answered quickly, “please just don’t report me to my manager.”

“Alright.” But first tell me, why do you need money so much?” He asked, taking off his clothes. I turned back to give him privacy.

“For my brother’s surgery.” I blurted out.

“Turn around,” He commanded.

I gently turned around to face him. He had removed all his clothes, remaining only his boxers, and he was hard.

“Come closer.” He said. And I gently walked closer to him and at the same time avoiding to look at him.

“You said you can do anything?” He asked me, playing with my hair.

“Yes sir.” I replied to him anxiously.

“I want to fuck you.