Chapter two

I step out of my car and out on my mask. I have a cap covering my hair and dark shades on before I make my way to the hospital entrance.

It's been three days since the news of my divorce and my father's losing his company made the headlines.

The media has been camping outside the hospital and I don't need anyone to brief me on who they plan to attack with questions.

It's been three exhausting days of trying to run around asking my father's friends for help to pay his surgery f*e.

Guess what, they decided to kick us when we were already drowning. I am not stupid enough not to realise that Javier has a hand in this. Especially not after he took over the company, fired the loyal workers and terminated a few contracts with my father's supporters.

The company has been in uproar while I have to sit and watch as he messes up my father's lifetime hard work.

Sneaking into the hospital, I push the door to my father's room. My eyes widen and horror grips me when I spot a familiar silhouette hovering above my father.

Without a second thought, I rush to him, pushing him away and frantically checking my father's condition.

I heave a sigh of relief when I see him still breathing. I turn to Javier, a glare fixed on him.

" What are you doing here? " I don't bother to be polite with him.

" How's the money hunt going? " His voice is casual as if he just asked me how my day went.

" Fuck you, Javier. Get the hell out of here before I call security." I shout. The nerve of him! Asking me that after sabotaging me and making sure no one helped me. Now he feels free to rub salt on my wounds?

" Call security? That's not a bad idea. " He grins. " Why don't you do that and I will do you the honours of calling the hospital director to kick you and your father out of here. "

My blood turns cold and I stare at him in horror. " You can't do that. " I almost stammer. Looking at Javier, I still can't believe he is the man I loved for years. When did he become so... unrecognisable?

" You want to dare me " He says, pulling his phone and twirling it around.

My shoulders slump in defeat. At this point, I know that Javier is capable of doing anything and I wouldn't be able to do shit to stop him.

If the director ends up kicking my father from here, who knows if he can survive?

" What do you want , Javier? Haven't you made my life a living hell already? You have taken everything from me. What else do you want? " My voice is soft, almost a whisper.

" Actually, there's something I want from you. " He grins, stepping closer till our breaths mingle.

I take a step back only to bump into the hospital bed. Javier has me trapped between him and the bed leaving no room to escape.

" I am proposing a deal to you. Be my mistress and i'll pay your father's surgery f*e and his bill. I'll also buy you a house and give you a car. All I ask for is the pleasure of having your body anytime I want. "

I feel bile rising to my throat and disgust washes all over me. I push him away, not bothering to look at him.

" What? Are you insane?" I shout, fighting the urge to slap the shit out of his dumb mind.

" Come on Megan, stop pretending will you? " He scoffs. " Haven't you always been enthusiastic and so passionate everytime we f*ucked? You love how I pleasure you, asking for more every time.

Well, I'm giving you a chance to enjoy this great body, with benefits of course. "

" Are you really asking me to be your whore? " I spit, anger lacing my voice.

" Hey, I'm not forcing you to agree, you know? It's your choice, if you don't accept then you and your father are out of this hospital with a single phone call. "

I close my eyes, hating myself for considering his offer. I feel humiliated, disgusted, sad, mad, and all these emotions mixed together.

This is a nightmare, and I don't know what to do to save myself and my father.

" Why would you do this to me? I did nothing wrong to you. I loved you! " I ask, fighting my tears.

I feel like I have been thrust into a revenge plot, only that I don't know what my crime against him is.

" Love me?" He laughs mockingly. " I never saw you as anything more than a means to an end. I needed your wealth to achieve my goals.

For years, I planned and plotted until I had you right where I wanted you. " He scoffs.

" You should have listened to your father when he warned you against me. But you were so in love to heed his advice . Look at you, regretting it?"

His words stab straight into my heart. He is right. I should have listened to my father but what's the use of regretting it now? Regret isn't gonna change shit.

" Leave, Javier. Just leave me alone. " I breathe out.

" Two days. Tell me your answer in two days. " With that, he walks away , slamming the door on his way out.

I slump on the floor and break into sobs. I disregard where I am and give in to my emotions, shedding the tears I have been holding in for long.

I hear the door creaking open followed by footsteps.

" Why don't you just scram or go to hell! " I curse, lifting my face to glare at Javier. I, however, freeze when I see the frame before me.

Deep blue eyes that seem to be peering straight to my soul.

I stare at him, unable to process the reality of him standing right before me.

" You? What are you doing here ? " I croak.

He steps forward, crouching before me,a slight frown on his face.

" How messy. " He comments, brushing off stray strands of my hair from my face and tucking them behind my ear.

" Looks much better. " He says after he is satisfied with his handiwork.

I dare not breathe loudly. This man is like a ticking time bomb, he could blow up anytime and I'd be dead. After what happened that night, I don't feel like being in the same space with him is a right thing.

" I heard your conversation with him. "