Stranded With You, Mr. Billionaire

Meyer's POV

Tears trickled down my eyes as I sat beside my mom's hospital bed. I watched her. She looks so pale and she still hasn't been conscious. She was diagnosed with leukemia and the doctor had requested over a hundred dollars to perform on her.

I couldn't believe the cost of the operation. It was so much money, more than I could ever hope to raise. I felt like I was stuck, with no way out. How could I possibly get the money to save my mother's life? I didn't know what to do. I felt so helpless and alone. I just wanted my mother to be okay. I was willing to do anything to make that happen.

Just then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw a man standing there. He was a stranger, but there was something about him that made me feel at ease.

Where was I going to that much amount of money? No matter what I do or sell? Even in two years, I will never be able to raise that much not even a quarter of it.

Five hundred thousand dollars is such a huge amount of money.

As I thought about the cost of the operation, it felt like a mountain of debt hanging over me. I knew I couldn't raise that kind of money on my own. I felt so lost and overwhelmed. I didn't know where to turn. I sat there, staring at my mother's still form, tears streaming down my face. I felt like my world was falling apart.

Then, I heard a voice, clear and calm, cutting through the chaos of my thoughts. "You're not alone," the voice said. I turned and saw the man who had been standing next to me.

I didn't know what to do because I was so confused.

"I can see that you're struggling," the man said, his voice gentle and kind. "Let me help you." I didn't know what to say. I was so overwhelmed, and the man's offer of help felt like a lifeline. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"I can help you raise the money you need for your mother's operation," he said. I stared at him, trying to make sense of what he was saying. "How?" I asked.

The first thing I noticed was the way he was dressing. He wasn't dressed in an outfit but in hospital wear. I studied him for a while just to see that he was mentally challenged. He didn't know what he was saying at all.

It was then two nurses came and took him out.

I turned to my mother again and I went to the doctor's office. I wanted to plead with him if he could help me.

"I am telling you, Ms. Gomez, you need to get the money in a week. Begging won't solve the problem." The doctor said.

I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of the doctor's words. He was right, I couldn't just beg for the money I needed. I had to find a way to raise it. But how? I was starting to feel like I was at the end of my rope. I had no idea what to do next.

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head. Then, I remembered something the man had said to me. "I can help you raise the money you need." Maybe there was something there, something I could use to my advantage. But what was it?

I kicked the idea of the mentally challenged man out of my thoughts when I scurried out of the hospital to look for the money.

I went straight back to the club where I worked as a waitress. Then I saw Miley, my friend since elementary school.

"So what's up? Have you gotten the money?" She asked.

I nodded negatively.

"No, I haven't gotten the money yet. The doctor said I have only a week for the money to be paid."

"Oh no, that's terrible!" Miley said, her face full of concern. "You know, there might be a way to get the money you need."

I felt a surge of hope. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I've heard of people using crowdfunding sites to raise money for medical expenses," she said. "Maybe you could set up a campaign and get people to donate money to help your mom."

I had never considered using a crowdfunding site before, but it seemed like it could be a real possibility. I decided to give it a try.

"I will try it tomorrow," I replied to her. Then I continued to take the costumer's orders.

As I waited tables, I couldn't stop thinking about the crowdfunding campaign. Would it work? Would people be willing to donate money to help me and my mom? I knew it was a long shot, but I had to try. After all, I didn't have any other options.

The next day, I went to the computer at the library and set up a profile on a crowdfunding site. I described my mom's medical condition and the need for money to pay for her operation. I wasn't sure if anyone would donate, but I hoped that someone out there would be willing to help.

After I had created the profile, I began to spread the word about it. I posted it on my social media accounts and shared it with my friends and family. I was nervous, but I tried to stay hopeful. Then, something amazing happened.

Within a few hours, the donations started coming in. People were giving money to help me and my mom! I was overwhelmed with gratitude. But at the end of the day, the money didn't amount to anything close to what I wanted. It isn't even up to a quarter of the money requested.

I was only able to raise five thousand dollars out of five hundred thousand dollars. I have to find a fast way to do that.

Meyer's POV

The disappointment was crushing. It had seemed like such a good idea, but it hadn't worked out the way I had hoped. I felt like I was back to square one, with no way to pay for my mom's operation. I couldn't help but feel a little hopeless. But then, I remembered something. I had an old college friend who had become a successful businessman. Maybe he could help me.

I sent him a message on social media, explaining the situation and asking for his help. I wasn't sure if he would even respond, but I figured it was worth a shot.

Eventually, he didn't respond and I assumed that he didn't want to have anything to do with me.

I resumed back to the club to work when one of our big customers. Mr. Lopez. I have never had so much interest in this man because all he talked to me was about me becoming his wife.

Of course, I refused. There was no way I would ever accept this old man to be my husband. I can't allow it.

But then, Mr. Lopez said something that caught me off guard. "I know about your situation with your mother," he said. "And I want to help you."

I stared at him, unsure of what to say. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"I know you need money to pay for her operation, and I'm willing to give it to you," he said. "But there's a catch."

My heart sank. I was afraid to hear what he had to say next. "What's the catch?" I asked, my voice shaking.

Then he gulped down and said it was nothing.

"It's nothing. But if you need money, I know how you can get it." He said and I rolled my eyes not until he brought something that looked like paper.

Then he handed it over to me.

"Have it."

It was a business card when I checked it."What is this for?" I asked feeling concerned.

At this point, I think is serious about it.

I could do anything just for my mother to get better. Not illegal things anyways.

Mr. Lopez looked me in the eyes and spoke in a serious tone. "Listen to me, I know what I'm asking is unconventional. But I promise you, this modeling agency is completely legitimate. And it could give you the money you need to save your mother's life."

I bit my lip, considering his offer. I knew it was risky, but I also knew that I was running out of time. If I didn't act soon, I might lose my mother forever. I took a deep breath and made a decision. "I'll do it," I said.

Mr. Lopez nodded and smiled."Great. I see you are serious about your mother getting treated." He said.

"Thank you. Thank you so much, Mr. Lopez." I thanked him.

"Don't worry. I will text you so we can meet and discuss it well." He said and I nodded.

Then he left.

I don't know but something told me to believe him. It was just business and who knows, maybe I could raise money for my mother. I walked home, feeling a mix of emotions. I was grateful to Mr. Lopez for offering to help me, but I was also nervous about what I had agreed to do. It was a huge risk, and I wasn't sure if it would work out. But I had to try. I couldn't stand by and do nothing while my mother's life was in danger.

As I walked, my thoughts turned to my mother. She had always been there for me, even when times were tough. Now, it was my turn to be there for her. Despite the complicated nature of my relationship with my mother, it was clear that I still loved her deeply. Despite her lack of affection, I was determined to do whatever it took to help her. It was a testament to my strength of character, and it was truly admirable.

As I continued to walk home, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Would I be able to raise the money I needed? Would my mother ever come to appreciate my efforts? There were so many unknowns, but one thing was certain: I would do everything in my power to save her life. Even though my mother and I never got along, it shows that I still love her. Ever since my father died, she was the only one I could look up to even though she has never shown any concern. Nevertheless, I am still here for her...

Some day, somehow she will appreciate this. I just wanted her to get okay. I can't bear the thought of losing her. She was the only one left for me. I felt a fierce sense of determination as I walked, my thoughts racing. No matter what the future holds, I know that I will do everything in my power to help my mother. She was my family, and she deserved to be taken care of. No matter what it took, I would make sure that she got the care she needed.

As I reached my front door, I took a deep breath and prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. I was ready to do whatever it took to help my mother, no matter the cost.

The next day, I woke up and a message popped on my phone. It was Mr. Lopez telling me to meet him at a hotel that was out of town.

I zoned out for a while thinking about why we couldn't just meet up at a restaurant or bar. It was then I remembered that's how and where the rich people hold their meetings.

I would do anything to save my mother but it doesn't include me selling my body. I can't do that.

I got into the bathroom and did my business. After that, I put that I put on some clothes. I dressed cooperate since I was meeting professional people.

Then I was on my way to see Mr. Lopez. I followed the address and when I got there, it was a very big hotel.

I knocked on the door and automatically, it opened.

Behold, I met Mr. Lopez shirtless.

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?