Chapter 3 She was deceived

Meyer's POV

I froze in shock and fear. This was not what I had been expecting, and I immediately felt a sense of dread. What was Mr. Lopez planning? Why had he asked me to come here, and why was he shirtless? I felt my heart racing as I tried to figure out what to do next. Should I leave? Should I confront him? I felt completely out of my depth.

"I'm so glad you could make it," Mr. Lopez said, his voice smooth and reassuring. I didn't trust it. "Come in, and let's talk."

Maybe this was the last time I was going to be trusting people. But I had no choice. I still have to save my mother. I should ignore everything and focus on the reason why I was here.

I am here for the modeling job.

Nothing else.

I tried to remind myself. It worked. I wasn't distracted.

I entered and he offered me a sit and a drink.

I knew better not to drink it. I was still not sure what he was up to but I don't care. I care about the modeling job.

I accepted the seat but declined the drink. I had to stay clear-headed, and drinking anything that Mr. Lopez offered could cloud my judgment. I was determined to focus on the modeling opportunity, and nothing else. I had to stay in control of the situation.

"I'm glad to see you're taking this opportunity so seriously," Mr. Lopez said, a sly smile on his face. I didn't trust him, but I had to play along. I had to find out what he was really up to.

"Of course," I said, keeping my voice calm and even.

"so about the modeling job...the man would be here in some minutes but before that, let's talk."

He said trying to engage me in a conversation. I was patient waiting for the man.

I accepted the seat but declined the drink. I had to stay clear-headed, and drinking anything that Mr. Lopez offered could cloud my judgment. I was determined to focus on the modeling opportunity, and nothing else. I had to stay in control of the situation.

"I'm glad to see you're taking this opportunity so seriously," Mr. Lopez said, a sly smile on his face. I didn't trust him, but I had to play along. I had to find out what he was really up to.

"Of course," I said, keeping my voice calm and even."What kind of modeling do you have in mind?" I asked, trying to appear interested without giving away my true feelings. I didn't want to give Mr. Lopez the satisfaction of knowing how nervous I was.

"Nothing too risque, I assure you," Mr. Lopez said. "It's more about elegance and beauty, you know?"

But I just have to think about my mother. My mother, I thought. She must survive this. I can't allow her to die. The thought was scary. Too scary for me to bear. I don't want to be an orphan and I have to do everything to make sure she gets the surgery done.

As I sat there, trying to keep my cool, my thoughts kept going back to my mother. I thought about how she had always been there for me, even when we argued. I thought about all the times she had comforted me when I was upset. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her. I had to find a way to get the money for her surgery, no matter what it took. Mr. Lopez's "modeling job" was probably a scam, but I had to play along.

"So, what kind of training have you had as a model?" Mr. Lopez asked.

"To be honest, I haven't done any modeling job but now...I will consider it." I gave my reply.

Mr. Lopez smiled, and I felt a chill run down my spine. "You're a quick learner," he said. "That's what I like about you."

I felt my skin crawl, but I tried to hide my discomfort. I couldn't let him see that I was onto him. "I try to be open-minded," I said, forcing a smile.

Mr. Lopez nodded, still smiling. "That's a very good quality," he said.

We had conversations but then I checked the clock, it's been thirty minutes but the man wasn't there yet. I was starting to feel uncomfortable and I decided that I should leave.

What if Mr. Lopez wanted to do another thing with me entirely?

As the minutes ticked by, I grew more and more uneasy. Something wasn't right. Mr. Lopez was keeping me waiting, and I couldn't help but feel like I was being played. I decided that I had to get out of there. I had to get out of this situation, no matter what. I stood up from my chair. "I'm sorry, I have to go," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Mr. Lopez looked surprised, and his smile faded. "What? But we haven't even started yet," he said."I am sorry Mr. Lopez but I am running out of time. I still have to be somewhere else. I can't just stay here." I told him and stood up.

Then he stood with me. The next thing I knew he began to walk to the door and unexpectedly, he shut it locked.

My heart began to pound in my chest. This was bad. I felt like I was in real danger. Mr. Lopez was blocking the only exit, and he had locked the door. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice quivering.

Mr. Lopez's expression turned dark. "I'm not letting you go," he said, his voice low and threatening. "You're not leaving until you do what I say."

I felt a surge of panic. I had to get out of there. "Please," I said, my voice pleading. "Let me go.

"So now you can beg? I told you to marry me but you refused and so now, get on that bed and let us do it."

I smirked. "Do what? You know what? I knew it. You deceived me. I shouldn't have come here. How could you do this to me?"

"I'm not the one who is deceiving here," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "You're the one who lied to me. You said this was about a modeling job, but it's not. You're just trying to take advantage of me."

Mr. Lopez's face grew red with rage. "How dare you accuse me of such a thing?" he yelled. "You're the one who came here, you're the one who led me on."

I stood my ground. "No, I didn't lead you on," I said, my voice rising to match his.

Then it was then I knew I needed to act fast. I couldn't let this despicable man get his filthy hands on me. I won't be able to forget it for the rest of my life.

As I was moving towards the door, he blocked my way and grabbed me. He threw me to the bed and mounted on top of me.

But I struggled under him, I would never allow him to violate me like this. I should have known this man was up to no good.

He then began to hit my face forcing me to kiss him. As his hands were threatening to expose me to his lustful gaze, I slapped him very hard on the face.

Then I realized that this only infuriated him the more.

Then I reached out to the glass lamp beside me. Before I could get the hold of myself, he hit it away from me making it fall and crash to the floor then I continued to struggle until my hand reached another thing I could use as a weapon.

It was a pen. It wasn't covered.

This was self-defense. I stabbed it into his neck and he groaned painfully.

He fell off me immediately and I sprang up. I grabbed my bag and opened the door. I ran as fast as I could.

I ran as fast as I could till my leg became so sore. When I got home, I ran into my room and switched on the light. I jumped onto the bed using the blanket to cover up my body. Suddenly I felt like his hands were crawling on my skin. I don't know but I had his smell on me.

I went into the bathroom and took my bath immediately.

I don't care what happens to him but I was sure that the pen didn't go deep into his neck. I was glad that I found that as a defense who would have known that he wanted to forcefully sleep with me?

It grossed me out.

I was glad I was able to escape from him.

Right now, I need to find a way to get my mother's surgery bills paid. I don't know what to do. Time was running out.

Three days later, I went over to visit my mom at the hospital. It was there the doctor told me the time was running out. That my mom's condition was worsening. I cried sitting beside her bed. I don't want her to die. If she does, then I don't know what I am going to do.

I just need to find a way.

Just then my phone rang. It was Miley.

"What? "

"I need you to come right now. I have finally found a way." She said and I sprang up on my feet.

"What is the way?" I asked over the phone.

"Just come over here!" She said.

And in some minutes, I found myself descending the stairs just to meet with her. I boarded a taxi and went there immediately.

Getting there, she offered me a seat which I took immediately.

"I finally found a way." She told me.

"Okay, I think you have said that a million times now. Just spill it already. I am getting impatient."

"Fine but you are going to follow me to the club tonight to strip."

I froze in shock. For a minute. I didn't know what to say.

Strip?

Becoming a stripper? What?