Chapter 2 Only for tonight
JANELLE
"I'll get straight to the point. I need you to come with me and have sex with a man. After that, I'll pay you $100,000."
At that, I was irritated. "I'm not a prostitute," I snapped.
"Let's not argue. $200,000."
That instantly shook my morals and dignity.
I'd get that amount just for sleeping with someone?!
Danica would get treated, and we'd have $50,000 left for her aftercare.
Oh God.
But I wasn't a prostitute. I'd always imagined my first time would be with someone I love.
I never thought I'd consider selling my virginity.
"I…I can't," I said hesitantly.
"Let me have your account number," she instructed.
Swallowing my pride, I called it out for her, and my phone beeped.
I picked it up and saw she had sent me $50,000.
My eyes widened.
"That's to show you I'm not joking. Plus, I don't have time to waste. If you come with me now, I'll give you the balance, $150,000, after everything. But if you don't want to, you can keep the $50,000. I'm sure I can get another girl who'd do it for $150,000." With that, she got off the stool and began to leave the bar.
$200,000?
For my virginity?
Danica would be cured, and she'd live a happy life.
There was no other way I could get this money.
And if I missed this chance and something bad happened to Danica…
Would I be able to forgive myself?
I closed my eyes briefly.
Life had always been hard for me, and I guessed the fairy-tale first time I'd always imagined was now unattainable.
I had to do this.
It would be only for tonight.
Danica would be okay.
It would be worth it.
With that, I hurried out of the bar and rushed up to the woman, who was about to get into a taxi.
I agreed to what she wanted and got into the taxi with her.
As I followed her, my heart pounded in my throat.
I turned off my cellphone because I didn't want to get any calls or texts from my mom or Esme.
I knew they would never agree to this.
I tried to stay strong and not change my mind.
I had to save my sister.
She led me to a hotel suite, opened the door, and urged me to go in.
As soon as I walked in, the door was shut behind me.
My heart pounded wildly as I looked around the dimly lit room in fear.
Then I saw the figure of a tall man in the dark.
"You shouldn't be here," I heard him say in a shaky, husky voice.
He sounded tense.
I could barely see his face, but I saw him move toward the door and try to open it.
"You need to leave right now!"
Wasn't he the one I was supposed to have sex with?
I was confused.
"I…I was told to have sex with you," I murmured.
He turned sharply, and I tried to make out his face but couldn't.
But one thing was clear—he looked restless and tense.
"Sex?"
It was as if that made him snap.
Suddenly I felt him pick me up in his arms.
His body was so hot against mine it startled me.
He placed me on the bed quickly and began to undress me.
"Wait…wait," I murmured.
I knew I was paid to do this, but I wanted him to be gentle with me.
It was as if he didn't hear me or couldn't hear me at all.
He stripped me naked, and I felt something hard pressing against my entrance.
He gripped my buttocks firmly as he thrust into me—a deep thrust that tore through my walls, shattering me.
My screams became sobs.
"It hurts…it hurts, please stop," I begged.
But he didn't listen as he plunged into me again.
He stilled for a minute and looked down.
"A virgin?" he asked, pitilessly.
I had just lost my virginity in the roughest way.
My eyes snapped open as he plunged in again.
I trembled at how full I felt; it was too painful.
I sucked in labored breaths as his short thrusts quickly became more painful.
Breathing hard, he held me by the hips and moved forward and backward aggressively.
I cried out in agonized pain, gritting my teeth so much my jaw ached.
I let out a tear-filled whimper I couldn't control.
It hurt more than I expected—so, so much.
He didn't hold back. He pulled back and thrust into me again, fiercely.
I turned my head and screamed, twisting my trembling body to escape his brutal possession.
But his strong hands caged me, his body pinning mine down.
He plunged into me over and over, the force of his thrusts pressing me deeper into the bed.
My cries of pain echoed in the room.
While his were grunts of pleasure.
He kept ramming in and out of me like a wild animal.
He drove deep, over and over, more violently, until I felt his release inside me.
"Fuck!" he groaned, tightening his hold on me.
Finally, I felt his cock slide out of me.
I let out a delirious breath and stared at the wall as tears fell from my eyes.
It was a painfully long night for me, and when he seemed to pass out, lying on his stomach, I dragged my body from the bed and put on my clothes.
When I turned the doorknob, it opened. I walked out to find the woman sitting by the doorway as if waiting for me.
I could barely walk properly.
She didn't say much to me; she just transferred the balance to me and told me I could go.
As I left the hotel, I fought back my tears, consoling myself.
I would be saving my sister.
That was all that mattered.
I'd be fine, eventually.
But when I got to the hospital, I received the most heartbreaking news ever.
I found Esme consoling my mother, who was crying profusely.
"We've been trying to call you all night, Elle. Your phone was switched off," Esme said.
A cold feeling seeped into me as she began to cry with my mother.
And then I learned that my sister, Danica, had passed away.