Her Dilemma: Entangled With The Formidable Billionaires

"No...please. Give me a few more minutes, I'm not ready yet," a young feminine voice pleaded, feeling her skin crawl underneath the lustful gaze of an old man, who had a big fat belly, ugly face, bead eyes, and hairless head. His lustful smile in the multi-colored dimmed-up room made him look spooky and disgusting for her eyes, causing her to shudder in fear as he pressed his swollen tummy on hers.

"This is the third time you've said that within the past forty minutes, Aysel," he said, whilst tracing her perfect round cheek with his short fat fingers, moving down to her nape and then towards her plump little boobs. "We agreed on a deal so don't go back on your words, my love. You know the consequences you will encounter if you dare to," he reminded her coaxingly with a wide grin plastered on his wrinkled face, revealing his yellow to brownish sickening teeth. Aysel immediately felt the urge to throw up right on his face but on second thoughts, she couldn't afford to ruin their deal. She urgently needed the money he offered to have a nightstand with her. And because she was still pure and untouched by no man, yet, he doubled the sum, making it $2,000. Which was more than enough to settle her unbalanced fees in college and her mother's hospital bills with some extra cash lying around. With a firm resolve, Aysel shut her eyes, letting out a puff. She tried to calm her unsettled heart and nerves as she awaited the start of their deal. The fat lustful man smiled in satisfaction when he saw that she was finally being obedient and not turning him off by refusing. "Good Girl," The greasy man praised her obedience as he led her toward the king-sized bed in the room. Aysel lay upon the bouncy soft mattress, clenching her fist tightly by holding onto the bedspread covers. She tried as hard as possible not to resist him by chanting the reasons she was going through the ordeal in her head. Without much foreplay, he began to take off her clothes one after the other, starting with her dress. His short fat hands roamed all around her body softly, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin as it lasted. "You look lovely my charming beauty, and even more stunning without a dress on, my dear." He vied her nakedness shamelessly. Whenever her name rolled out from his stinking mouth filled with the stench of alcohol and cigarettes, the urge to throw up only grew more in the depths of her stomach. Aysel stiffened as she waited for him to take her undies off, but suddenly got interrupted by the sudden bang on the door. A man stumbled into the room, interrupting the old man's further attempts. Instinctively, Aysel grabbed the bed covers and shielded her body up to her head. She felt ashamed of letting herself to be seen naked by another stranger. From under the cover, Aysel heard an angry hiss from her partner as he went down the bed. "Who the hell are you?" He barked infuriatingly, for he had been interrupted in the middle of his sweet actions. "Where is she!" The stranger demanded, his drunken hoarse voice resonating in the room, sending chills down Aysel's spine immediately she heard his demanding tone. She had never heard of such a dominating and fearsome voice before. She wondered who he was searching for to sound enraged. "Where is who? There is no one here. Get the hell outta here, you are not welcome," The old man angrily demanded. However, he felt intimidated by his chilling tone, penetrating gaze, and body build, which was around 6'2 feet tall, towering over him. Deciding to stand his ground, he pushed the unwanted stranger out of his room but got shoved away effortlessly by the latter before he could even reach out to him. " Scarlet!" The stranger yelled out in his drunken stupor, his eyes surveying the dimmed room till they fell upon the roughened bed covers. With long and decisive strides, he walked toward the bed, not bothering to uncover the duvet to see who was underneath it. He recklessly threw her over his shoulder and trotted out of the room. Aysel gasped, her eyes almost falling out of their sockets the instant she felt herself being flung over a well-built and firm body. 'What the fuck is this bastard doing?!' Aysel yelled in her head. She had the urge to scream for help before she got abducted by him but she didn't want to be seen unclothed by more people so she remained quiet, silently hoping for a miracle to occur. The old man blocked the stranger's path before he could leave, only to be heartlessly kicked on his tummy by the stranger's latest collection of corporate shoes, sending him flying till his back hit the walls of the hallway roughly. A scream erupted in the hallway as the old man whined in pain, clutching his aching fat tummy as he rolled over on the ground. "Do you dare block my path?" he questioned, tilting his head as he gave the old man a scrutinizing glare. "No one ever messes with Anthony Garcia, for they won't live long to tell the tale. Take this as a warning and never cross paths with me again!" Anthony warned in a husky and indifferent tone. A cold aura oozed from him with a zero sense of remorse after hitting an old man so badly. "Anthony Gracia? Why does his name sound familiar?" Aysel scanned her brain trying to figure out who or where she heard that name from. " Damn! It's that harlot, Scarlett's fiancee from college." She muttered under her breath. Scarlett was a bitch in college, who went around causing chaos between lovely couples who were in a relationship all because she had the face and figure every man would die for. "What is he doing here? and that too with me? I am pretty sure we have never crossed paths before." Aysel felt her heart race within her ribcage. "Anthony Gracia, if you know what's best for you then you had better drop me down before I call the cops on you ." She threatened but stupidly she had said it in her head. How does she expect him to hear her little threats when she wasn't voicing it out? Before Aysel knew it. She was thrown at the back of a Lambo, with Anthony driving her in a direction she knew nothing about. Aysel cautiously removed the covering from her head and peered out the black-tinted window. Anthony was speeding recklessly, overtaking every car in his path, even ignoring the red traffic lights as he raced ahead. "He seems furious, but honestly, who cares? Is he trying to end my life prematurely?" Aysel tensed up, she wasn't ready to die even though life had been treating her unfairly. Struggling to find her balance in the chaotic car, Aysel mustered her courage to confront him. "Hey! Anthony Gracia or whatever you called yourself. Why are you abducting me? Do I look like a kid to you?" She demanded, her anger flared at the audacity of his actions, unable to comprehend why he would involve her in his affairs when they had no connection whatsoever. "Scarlett, get back to the back seat. We have unfinished business to attend to!" He barked from the driver's seat, his attention fixed on the road ahead. "Scarlett? Do I sound like.." Abruptly, he made a sharp left turn, causing Aysel to lurch to the side of the car and hit her head against the window. The impact knocked her unconscious, and she slumped in her seat, her breathing shallow and uneven.

The following morning, Aysel slowly regained consciousness, her long lashes fluttering open to the gentle glow of morning rays caressing her face. Aysel felt a throbbing pain shoot into her head once she tried to sit upright on the bed making her wince in pain. "Ouch" She grimaced, stroking her aching head. She couldn't remember where she had hit her head previously but the pain was almost unbearable. "Why is my head aching so badly? Did I bump it somewhere?" She muttered. Slowly, she felt conscious of her surroundings. Her eyes glanced around at the room she was in.

She was greeted by an unfamiliar room of undeniable opulence. Elegance and luxury adorned every surface with a regal presence, from the ornate golden chandelier casting a soft, enchanting glow, to the sumptuous furnishings that whispered lots of riches and status. She knew she had never been there before, It was a stark contrast to her humble abode back at home, as if she had stepped into a realm of lavishness and extravagance. Confusion filled her mind as she questioned her surroundings. "How did I end up here? This is not my room. When did I arrive?" Aysel desperately tried to recollect the events that led her to this unfamiliar place, but the throbbing pain in her head hindered her attempts, forcing her to abandon the futile task. Suddenly, a pungent wave of smoke invaded her nostrils, triggering an uncontrollable bout of sneezing and coughing. Aysel's allergies flared up in response to the hazardous fumes, further adding to the ache she had in her head. She closed her nose as her eyes darted to where the smoke came from only to meet a towering figure leaning at the frame of the widow in the room, putting on black pants, his upper toned body bare to her view making her once sleepy eyes grow wide and her mouth fell agape, fully awake at the astonishing sight before her. "You're awake?" He said as he heard the young lady in his bed sneeze, her sound resembling a kitten's delicate mewl. Turning to face the lady on his bed whose nose was as red as a tomato due to too much sneezing, he raised an eyebrow at her as he relaxed his back at the window frame with the cigarettes between his fingers. He had golden brown eyes that were captivating to behold. His wavy black hair framed his face with flair, while his high nose and pink, alluring lips added to his striking features. He released another puff of smoke from his lips as it swirled, dancing toward Aysel's face. It made her let out a hard sneeze again, with a cough following up. "Please, stop smoking that thing... I am allergic to it." Aysel pleaded, turning her face away from it. "Oh, you mean this baby here?" He asked while feigning a surprised tone. " I can't leave my baby. He will miss me and I will surely miss him excessively." He feigned an innocent face. A smirk on his lips as he left the window frame, approaching her slowly. "How did you end up in my bed? You also want to be in my bed just like those worthless bitches I've come across?" He shot an unexpected question at her as he took slow, long strides toward his bed. "How could he be asking such an outrageous question? Wasn't he the one who brought me here? I clearly remember now how he abducted me and also made me hit my head against his stupid car window! And now he dares to throw questions at me?" Aysel felt wronged as she gave him a deathly glare. If only looks could kill then Anthony would have been long gone by the look she shot at him "Why would you be asking me such a dumb question? Or have you perhaps also hit your head somewhere? You abducted me, Anthony Gracia! So don't you dare accuse me wrongly! I'm not a whore like your damn fiancee, Scarlett," Aysel shot back, the anger which was quenched previously when she had fallen unconscious in the car fired up immediately. His eyes quickly constricted, as he fiercely had his hands wrapped around Aysel's slender neck, choking her up. " You dare not utter one more word about Scarlett if you wish to see longer days ahead.." He said in a chilling tone as his fingers tightened around her neck. Aysel let out a desperate cry for help as she struggled to draw in a breath. His fingers were wrapped tightly around her neck, and despite her attempts to loosen his grip, it only grew tighter. The lack of oxygen made her feel lightheaded, and she could feel her blood circulation slowing down. Her face began to turn a deep shade of purple, and every breath became a struggle for survival "Goddammit! He doesn't even give a fuck if I'm a lady or not! Such a beast in the form of a human." Aysel hissed as she struggled to get his hands off her. "Fine, fine, I'm sorry for what I said. I promise I won't ever say anything about her again. Her name would never cross my lips. Ever! " She quickly begged him. She still had a lot of things going on in her life. So she definitely could not die at the hands of this intimidating man. His grip slowly loosened around her. He went to his table and took a cheque from it, carelessly throwing it at her face, not minding where it landed as he said... " That's a Cheque of $10,000. It's five times the deal you had with that troll. Its for the mishaps I caused you. Take it and never return for I have nothing to do with you anymore." A few seconds ticked by. He expected her to say something at least. Even an appreciation will do but he heard none of that. "Understand?!" He snapped at her, his voice resonating with authority. Aysel, lost in a trance by the astonishing sum of money written on the cheque she held, snapped back to reality at the commanding tone of his voice. "Huh? Yes, yes... But why are you giving me so much money when I haven't done anything for you?" Aysel's confusion deepened as she tried to comprehend the reason behind such an amount of money he was giving to her. "I was intimate with you last night. I was drunk, okay? I mistook you for Scarlett. Just take the shit and leave. Use it however you wish, but let's pretend this never happened and we never crossed paths before," he uttered, his words laced with a tinge of little to no regret. Aysel's eyes grew wide like saucers at the revelation. It was at that moment she realized she had been naked under the sheet. She slowly raised the sheet covers to confirm his words and her doubts. A gasp left her lips as she confirmed it. "Wh-what? How could this have happened?" Aysel stuttered, finding it hard to believe her eyes. "Don't act surprised or pretend to be a victim here." She heard an indifferent tone from the man standing next to her as he took a long drag from his cigarettes and puffed out into the air. "You were about to have sex with that fat pig. Consider yourself fortunate that you ended up with me, I even doubled the amount. It's far-fetched that you would ever come across such a sum in your life if not for my generosity," Anthony stated, brimming with self-importance about his supposed act of kindness. Aysel fell into a whirlwind of emotions, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. She blinked back a tear that threatened to roll down her cheek, determined not to let him see her vulnerability. As he continued to taunt her with remorseless words coming out of his sinful lips. She took a deep, suffocating breath and closed her eyes, trying to make sense of the difficult situation she found herself in. But deep down, she knew he was correct. Ending up in his bed had brought her a stroke of luck she couldn't deny. The thought of working tirelessly for such a substantial sum in a single day seemed impossible to her, considering her poor family background made her certain it truly was impossible. Aysel swallowed hard, making the difficult decision to leave without causing any unnecessary drama, just as he had suggested. "It shouldn't be difficult, right? I just need to walk away and never cross paths again. Last night was like an unexpected blessing. So I should be grateful... B-but," she sniffled, her voice wavering. " But why am I not delighted about being bestowed with such a large sum of money? Was it possibly because I had hoped for a miracle to occur? "Oh, I'm so stupid and dumb." Aysel let out a bitter laugh, tinged with heartbreak, as she fought back the teardrop that threatened to escape her eyelids once again. "Isn't this exactly what you had decided to do? Take the money and leave. It's not difficult, Aysel. There's no reason for you to mourn the loss of your virginity," she said, a maniacal smile playing on her lips.

THREE MONTHS LATER...

"Aysel, my dear, please come downstairs for breakfast. Today is your college graduation, and yet here you are, still in bed, fast asleep. When will you start acting like a responsible adult?" A motherly voice complained. Her voice resonated in the peaceful home, where only a mother and daughter duo resided, creating a warm and loving atmosphere. "Mom, please let me sleep a little longer. I promise I'll come down for breakfast in thirty minutes," Aysel's drowsy voice responded to her mother's complaining tone. "That's what you said earlier, Aysel. You need to see the doctor. You've been feeling tired and sleepy for a few weeks now, and I'm concerned that you might be getting sick. Once you've had your breakfast, we'll go see Dr. Andrew for some tests and a check-up. You don't seem well to me." Camellia said, feeling concerned about her daughter's health. "I'm not sick Mom, I am just tired due to the stress in college, and the exams we wrote were like hell but thank goodness your daughter read and passed the exams with flying colours. You should be proud Mom." Aysel explained as she walked down the stairs in Barbie girl pajamas and took a seat at the dining table, ready to dig in. "Did I ever mention that I am not proud of you?" Camellia left the food she was dishing out onto the plates and playfully roughened Aysel's dark brown hair. "I'm incredibly proud of you, dear. You've achieved what I could only dream of but never had the opportunity to accomplish in my lifetime," Camellia said, her voice filled with a mix of pride and nostalgia. She briefly drifted into thoughts of her younger self, reminiscing about the eagerness she once had to attend college. However, due to financial constraints and family pressures, she ended up marrying a man she didn't love. As Aysel's voice brought her back to reality, Camellia focused on the present moment. "Mom, stop thinking about that. I might have not heard it but I know what you were thinking. I don't want to go around rushing you into the hospital as I did three months ago again." Aysel pouted her lips adorably as she complained. Laughter left her mother's lips at the cute look Aysel had on her face at that moment. It made her remember when Aysel was younger. She had a knack for causing headaches to Camellia even though she was the only child. She went about creating mischief and chaos but her cute little face made her appear as innocent as a lamb. Camellia lovingly dished out the rice pudding she had prepared into Aysel's bowl. It is an English dessert made with rice, milk, and sugar and often flavored with cinnamon or nutmeg. It had a delicious taste to it which could make any mouth water but for some reason, Aysel was exempted from the list of mouths. Once the aroma of the rice pudding wafted across Aysel's nostrils, her guts churned and the urge to throw up grew but she held it in. She slowly picked up her spoon and started digging in but was not as thrilled as before to have breakfast because she was trying hard not to throw up into the dish her mother made with love. She did not know why but the smell of the rice pudding irritated her, triggering the urge she had. Camellia watched with a perplexed expression as Aysel reluctantly took a bite of the rice pudding. Just as she was about to swallow, a screeching sound echoed in the sitting room as Aysel abruptly pushed her dining chair back and dashed upstairs into her bathroom. Confusion clouded Camellia's face as she tried to make sense of Aysel's sudden reaction. Puzzled, she cautiously approached Aysel's untouched bowl of rice pudding and scooped a bit onto her spoon. "There's nothing wrong with the rice pudding," Camellia murmured to herself, her confusion deepening. Determined to understand what had caused Aysel's reaction, she followed her daughter upstairs, making her way to the bathroom. As Camellia made her way up to Aysel's room, the sound of rushing water reached her ears, emanating from the bathroom. However, when she tried to enter, she discovered that the door was locked from the inside, preventing her from gaining access. Frustration crept across Camellia's face as she realized she was unable to enter the bathroom and check on Aysel. Concerned, she pondered on how to address the situation and ensure her daughter's well-being. As the door swung open, Camellia's frustration got the better of her, and she paid little to no attention to whatever explanation Aysel might offer. She immediately launched into a rant. "Aysel! What is the matter with you? I have been urging you to see a doctor, but you kept insisting you were just tired, not sick. But look at you now! You look unwell, Aysel. I won't entertain any more excuses. We are going to see Dr. Andrew right away!" Camellia declared, her temper flaring. Aysel emitted a groan of complaint in response to Camellia's heated decision, but her words fell on deaf ears as Camellia remained resolute in her determination to seek medical attention for her daughter. At The Hospital... Inside the hospital room, Dr. Andrew sat behind a table, putting on a white lab coat as he attentively listened to Camellia's worried complaints about her daughter's illness. Seated next to her, Aysel wore a frown on her face, clearly uncomfortable with the situation at hand. The room was filled with a sense of anticipation as Camellia anxiously awaited Dr. Andrew's diagnosis. She hoped that the doctor would provide answers and a solution to whatever was ailing her daughter. Aysel, though apprehensive, tried to remain open to the doctor's expertise, hoping for something different from what was racing through her mind. Her heart was pounding hard behind her ribcage as she fondled the hem of her dress under the table nervously. Dr. Andrew peered at Camellia through his large glasses, his gaze lingering for a few moments before shifting to the young lady seated beside her. The room was charged with anticipation as both mother and daughter eagerly awaited the doctor's diagnosis. Dr. Andrew's expression suddenly brightened, and he wore a wide smile as he delivered his news. "Mrs. Aysel Brown, congratulations! You are two months pregnant!"