The Bad Boy's Lottery

PROLOGUE

NORA

I was fully ready to embrace the changes that comes with the special new age I would be clocking in days to come. Having attracted tons of friends with my title of being the prime minister’s daughter, countless of them are always at my beck and call to paint the city red. Even though I am nothing but a nerdy youngster excited over what would mark her sixteenth year on earth, my parents are fully aware I won’t be taking any less of a birthday celebration.

But lo and behold, it was a day to never have been awaited.

It was a day from hell. An apocalyptic day, a calamitous day, a day so awful it should have never existed. The universe must have conspired against me, because everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.

I lay on my stomach, eyes trained on the clock, willing the minutes to go by faster. Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity, as I counted down to the moment when the clock would strike twelve. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, and my palms were sweating with anticipation. The seconds seemed to crawl by, but finally, finally, the clock struck twelve and I could release the breath I'd been holding.

Instantly, I jerked out of bed, flipping the blanket aside but just as the door jerked opened, my legs froze alongside. Rooted midway the room as the birthday confetti was popped up into the air to rain on me, goosebumps does nothing than crawl underneath my skin. I didn’t move, not because I couldn’t but because I mustn’t.

“Happy birthday, Nora. It’s finally the day you’ve been awaiting.” Watching my mothers face glimmer as she held forth my picture frame, my heart broke and was shattered into even more pieces as my eyes lost count of the guests at presence. Unbeknownst to them, they are about witnessing my shame.

I tried to keep it together. I swear, I tried staying rooted on the spot even as my leg’s trembled but I knew I’d crash to the floor anytime soon, for there’s only so much I can withstand.

I’m close to my breaking point, and I guess that was one reason I couldn’t help howling when the crowd splits open their mouths to sing. “Get out. Every fucking single one of you!”

They were terrified and I sure received a few death glares from some of them but my bloodshot eyes were enough to send each and every one of them sprinting out of my sight to wherever I didn't even care to know. Soon as they were out of my sight, I crashed onto the floor, on the bumpy drops of bloodstains.

I could feel the tension in the air as I watched my mother crumble to her knees, her eyes welling up with tears. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, and I could see her chest heaving with each breath. The room felt heavy and still, the silence deafening.

As my mother's shaking hand reached for mine, I heard her voice crack as she asked, "What happened? what’s with the blood?" Her voice was heavy with concern and fear, and it sounded like she was on the verge of breaking down completely. I couldn't bear to see her like this, so I took a deep breath and tried to gather my thoughts.

“I… I don’t know, mom. I should be asking you. What’s wrong…? What’s happening with my body?” My voice barely above a whisper, I stammered.

As the words left my lips, I could hear the fear and confusion in my own voice. I felt a lump in my throat as I struggled to hold back my own tears. My mother's face was pale, and she seemed to be fighting to maintain her composure.

Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke, her voice trembling. “I’ll get the doctor.”

As the seconds ticked by, I could see my patience begin to wear thin. I paced the room, wringing my hands and fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. Finally, the door burst open and my parents rushed in, followed by the doctor. The doctor was carrying a clipboard and several pieces of medical equipment. Her face was serious as she approached me, her eyes locked on my mother's.

That been exactly none of my business at the moment, I sprawled out on the bed, leaving her to run the test. And after what felt like a decade, a loud huff escaped my uptight lips upon the announcement of the test result.

Titling my neck upward, my eyes lurked between my parent’s face. I watched as my parents exchanged a look, their eyes darting back and forth between each other. I held my breath, waiting for what they would say next.

As my father dragged out a chair, I knew he was about to challenge the doctor's diagnosis. "Rerun the test," he said firmly, crossing his legs. His tone was authoritative, leaving no room for argument. I could feel the tension in the room rising, and I knew that this was not going to end well.

The doctor looked hesitant, glancing between my father and me. I held my breath, not sure what to say or do.

"All right. I'll rerun the test, but I can't guarantee the results will be any different." Finally, the doctor sighed and said. I swallowed hard, trying to withhold the tears that were threatening. Can a denial change a fate? Even if the test is to be ran thousands of times, nothing changes.

She kept repeating the rerun as per my father’s demand and heaven knows, I wish I could stop him. Being the prime minister, she dare not go against his order and as much as this goes on further, I might not get the chance to sulk my eyes out in private. In distress, I was about putting a word in for my mother to come to my rescue when she stepped forward, and I couldn’t be more grateful.

“Spencer, let’s just find a solution and leave the test result as it is.” Mom stated, and as she drew closer to him, a sensation washed over my body and my skin was mantled with goosebumps in no time.

“Silence, Theresa!” Father’s voice boomed and silence swept over the place.

His eyes raging, he looked at the doctor angrily “ Now it’s your turn, so explain. How can my daughter be diagnosed with compulsive sexual behavior at the age of sixteen?! Do you even know what you’re saying!”

Holy shit! With the look on the doctor’s face, throughout her lifetime, she wouldn’t dream of stepping foot into our abode. Ever again.

The scene was both terrifying and heartbreaking. As my father’s fist slammed against the headboard of my bed, the wood shook with a loud thud. My father's eyes were filled with rage, his face contorted with anger. The doctor looked shocked and taken aback, her mouth agape as she tried to respond. But I could barely hear her over the pounding of my own heart in my ears. I felt frozen, unable to move or speak as the room got filled with tension.

The doctor's voice was shaky as she tried to explain, "Sir, I understand that this is difficult to hear but the next line of action now should be how to get a guy to have sex… I mean, have the necessary with her.” Her line of words changed the instant he stoned her a death stare, which had my blood run dry.

With a deep, audible breath, my father slumped back into the chair. The tension in the room seemed to deflate as everyone exhaled in unison. It was as if the room itself was sighing with relief. The doctor's shoulders relaxed, and her expression softened.

Meanwhile I am the complete opposite, my eyes brewing bit by bit with tears as I watched my mother retrieve her phone from her pocket and walk out to make various calls, obviously.

Amazing right? There ain’t no such shame as much as a candidate been found to loot away the prime minister’s daughter’s virginity.

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“Jordan Hill shall come in. Now.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, my palms sweating and my heart pounding in my chest. I could hear the door creak open, and a shadow fell across the room as the chandelier lights flickered out. Then, heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway, growing louder and louder. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel my pulse quicken. Just as I began to wonder what would happen next, the blankets were suddenly yanked away, and I felt the bed shift under the weight of another person. I held my breath, waiting for the unknown guy.

Biting down on my lower lip, I loosened the tip of my towel just as I felt him hurriedly go unclad. Sure, he can’t wait to get down there which has my lips cornering into a smirk. But I was proved otherwise when he snorted annoyingly, his eyes which was the only thing I could make out in the dark was now fixated furiously at me.

“No kissing.” Slipping under the covers, I forewarned, and winched as he tore off my panties. “As you wish.”

Seems he can’t wait to be out of here already. Great thing, cause I also never want to cross path with him ever again.