Chapter 6

Immediately, I entered Daniel’s new ward. Ethan shoved my hand away, looking at me angrily.

“Why did you take to Mr. Richard that way?” he asked.

“He was being rude to you, and I was defending you.”

“Did I tell you to defend me? Don’t you know who he is? He’s the richest man in America, and I would have used that opportunity to my advantage,” Nathan said.

“What opportunity are you talking about, Nathan?” I asked him. I don’t understand what he’s talking about.

“Forget it, you’re just useless. And besides, how do you know Mr. Richard?” he asked curiously.

I panicked. I wasn’t expecting the question from him, and I definitely can’t tell him what happened between me and Mr. Richard. “We just met here at the hospital,” I lied.

“Whatever, I’m going back home. You’ve ruined my mood,” Nathan said as he walked out of Daniel’s ward and slammed the door behind him. I breathed a sigh of relief. That was a close call. I went to check on Daniel, and he was sleeping so peacefully. I gave him a quick kiss on his forehead and sat on the chair beside his bed. I looked around the room—

I rested my head in my palm, crying. The reality of everything was dawning on me again. The hospital bill has been settled, but what about my job? How will I take care of Daniel without a job? I asked myself, crying. Mr. Richard’s words echoed in my ear again: “Come and work for me, and I will pay you twice what the hotel was paying you.” But at what price? My body? No, no. I shook the thought out of my head. I’d rather look for a job somewhere else. My phone buzzed with a message from Ethan.

Ethan: Send one thousand to my account, I’m short of cash.

I shook my head and switched off my phone. Aside from supporting Daniel, I’ve been supporting Ethan too. He just graduated from college recently and has been looking for a job since then. His dream was to work with the Anderson Group someday, but with what’s happening between me and Richard Anderson right now, I don’t think Ethan’s dream will ever be fulfilled.

“Anna, what’s wrong? You’re crying. Did Ethan do something wrong to you again?” Daniel asked in a gentle voice. I quickly dried my tears. I didn’t know he was awake.

“No, Danny, I’m just happy that you’re finally okay,” I said, forcing a smile. He looked at me with that “I know you’re lying” look. I knew he didn’t believe me, after all, we’re twins.

“How did you know Mr. Richard Anderson?” Daniel asked—the question I’d been trying so hard to avoid.

“We just met here in the hospital for the first time,” I lied.

“But it doesn’t look that way to me,” Daniel said, lifting an eyebrow. “What were you guys talking about?” he asked again.

“W-we were talking about the weather,” I blurted out, making the already awkward situation worse than it already was.

“Weather? Since when did you become a weather forecaster that you were discussing the weather with the richest man in America?”

“Daniel, please can you stop asking me all these questions? I’m already stressed out,” I said, already feeling irritated with the questions. “Are you hungry? I’m heading to the cafeteria to get food. What would you like?”

“Anything,” Daniel said in a low voice. I knew he was upset with me for yelling at him, but that was the only way to stop him from asking me too many questions.

“Alright, I’ll be back in a minute,” I said, tugging at his arm playfully, but he ignored me. I sighed and left. I’ll deal with his tantrum later, but for now, I have more important pressing matters to handle. I switched on my phone again, and immediately, Ethan’s call came in, and I—

Ethan: Hi babe, did you get my message? I’m still waiting for the money.

He said immediately after I answered the call.

“I’m sorry, babe, I don’t have any money with me now. I’ve used all my money to pay for Daniel’s surgery, and I still have other bills to cover right now,” I replied. But that just made him angry.

“Is your brother more important than me right now?!” Ethan screamed at me on the phone. “I don’t know you to be this stingy,” he continued. “If you can spare five hundred thousand dollars for your brother’s surgery, then why can’t you give me just one thousand dollars?”

I could hear music in the background as he was talking to me.

“Ethan, where are you right now?” I asked him angrily.

“Why? Do I need to report my movements to you now? Well, if you must know, then I’m hanging out with my friends,” he said.

I was speechless. I really need someone to talk to right now, and my boyfriend left me alone with my brother to go out with his friends. And still has the guts to ask me for one thousand dollars.

“Babe, are you there? Are you sending the money to me now or what?” Ethan asked.

I sighed and ended the call without saying another word to him. I walked to the cafeteria dejectedly, dragging my feet on the ground. I ordered a simple meal for me and Daniel, but to my shock, the server gave me an entirely different food.

“This is for you and your brother, ma’am,” the server said as she handed me the food.

“But I didn’t order for that; you must have made a mistake,” I said.

“No, ma’am, I didn’t make a mistake. You and your brother will have free meals of choice from the cafeteria three times every day—it’s an order from the director of the hospital,” she replied, smiling.

“Director?” I asked her, confused.

“Yes, ma’am. Mr. Richard Anderson,” she said.

I sucked in a breath. Mr. Richard again? Why won’t he just leave me alone? Is he after my life or what? I collected the food from the server and thanked her as I walked out of the cafeteria. Doctor Gabriel’s call came into my phone. I hurriedly answered it.

“Annabel, meet me in my office now. It’s very important,” he said and ended the call. My heart dropped. Is Daniel okay? Are there any complications with the new heart? I ran straight to Daniel’s hospital room to check on him first. To my relief, he was playing a game on his phone. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then what is so important that Doctor Gabriel wants to talk to me about?

“Anna, why did you run to the room like someone is chasing you?” Daniel asked me, looking surprised.

“Nothing, I was just in a hurry to get back to you,” I lied. “Here, I got the food,” I said, showing him the food bags. “Eat as much as you want. I have to go and see Doctor Gabriel now,” I said, smiling at him as I closed the door behind me. My heart was beating so fast, and I was already praying that it shouldn’t be another bad news.

When I entered Doctor Gabriel's office, he was with somebody, but I couldn’t see his face—the man was backing me.

“Come in, Annabel,” Doctor Gabriel gestured to me when he saw me standing at the door.

“Doctor, you asked me to come. Is Daniel’s new heart okay? Are there any complications?” I asked him breathlessly.

Doctor Gabriel smiled. “Take it easy, Annabel. Your brother is fine, and there’s no complications with his surgery,” he said.

I almost collapsed with relief. “Thank you so much, Doctor. But why did you ask me to come to your office?” I asked him—

“Because of me.” The other man finally turned to look at me.

“Mr. Richard?” I said in a whisper. Has he already told Doctor Gabriel about our shameful deal? He gestured to Doctor Gabriel to leave the office.

“Annabel, I will leave you two to talk. I have an important patient I need to check on right now,” Doctor Gabriel said as he hastily left his office. It was just me and Mr. Richard now.

“Why did you do this?” I asked him coldly. He turned to look at me with a deep frown on his face. And before I could say another word, he rushed to me and pinned me against the wall.

“What are you doing? This is an office, and Doctor Gabriel might come in anytime,” I said, trying to free myself from his strong grip without any success. He ignored me and pressed his body closer to me.

“Why didn’t you tell me you have a boyfriend?” he asked me.

“Hello, we only had a deal, and you paid me for it, so why would I start telling you about my personal life?” I asked him, still trying to free myself from him, but the more I struggled, the more he enjoys it.

“Did you tell him what happened between us? Does he know that I fucked you in different positions inside the hotel room?” Mr. Richard asked, kissing my neck.

“Please, stop,” I begged him, desperately trying to free myself, but the more I tried, the harder he pressed himself on me.

“Did you tell him how many times you came on my cock, how your tight pussy clenched tightly around my cock each time you came?” he asked.

“P-please stop—”

Ignoring me, he unzipped my trousers. I gasped as his finger slid inside my pussy it was rough and unyielding, my body betraying me with an involuntary shiver.

“Stop this, Mr. Richard! This isn’t right. Please, we’re in a doctor’s office!” I pleaded, my hands pushing against his chest, my nails digging into his shirt. I twisted my hips, trying to pull away, but he held me firm, his other hand gripping my waist like a vice. The heat of his body pressed against mine, and despite my anger, a traitorous warmth spread through me, making my knees weak.

“Why fight it, Annabel?” he growled, his voice low and commanding, his finger curling deeper inside my pussy, stroking my sensitive spot.

“You know you want this too—your pussy is already soaking for me.”

“No, I don’t,” please stop, you are assaulting me, my voice breaking as he added a second finger, stretching me, his thumb now circling my clit with maddening precision as pleasure built inside me, coiling tight in my core. But I clenched my teeth, refusing to give in.

“Please, just let me go. I don’t want this.”

He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against my ear.

“You want me to stop, but your pussy is begging for more.” His fingers pumped faster and relentlessly, hitting that spot over and over, while his thumb pressed harder, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my hips bucking against my will, chasing the friction even as I hated myself for it. Sweat beaded on my forehead.

“Please... stop... I can’t...” But my body screamed otherwise. The pressure built higher, my walls tightening around his fingers, the world narrowing to that intense, building heat. I was so close, teetering on the edge, my resistance crumbling as the pleasure overwhelmed me. “No... no, I won’t cum for you,” I whimpered, tears pricking my eyes from the struggle, but it was too late. My body convulsed, a sharp cry escaping my lips as the orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clenching around his fingers in waves of pleasure.

He smirked, withdrawing his hand slowly, licking his fingers with a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

“See? You can’t deny it.”

I raised my hand to slap him, but he caught it midair.

“Don’t do that, sweetheart.” His phone buzzed loudly in his pocket. He frowned and pulled it out while still holding my hand up.

“What now?” he muttered, glancing at the screen.

It was my chance. My legs were still trembling from the aftershocks, but adrenaline surged through me. I shoved him hard, breaking free from his grip, and bolted for the door.

“You bastard!” I spat, yanking it open and fleeing down the hallway, my heart pounding in my ears. I didn’t look back, tears streaming down my face as I ran straight into Daniel’s hospital ward.