CHAPTER 2: DESPERATE TIMES, DESPERATE MEASURES

Audrey's POV

Without wasting another second, he kissed me, swallowing my lips whole, I was caught in the moment, I indulged him. Accepting him, a random stranger that I was suddenly obsessed with.

I never had sex, though I once had a Boyfriend. We dated for two years in college, and during those years I managed to abstain from sex until now.

In bed with a stranger. Something I have vowed never to do while I worked as a stripper in this club. I moaned under his broad muscular body, the pleasure dwelling within me, making me throw all my thoughts away.

Morning came, I instantly realized as my eyes opened to the bright sunlight setting into the room. I blinked, trying to gaze away from the harsh light.

I rose up from bed. Slowly, it all came back to me. “Shit, shit, shit.” I exclaimed, realizing that I had slept over at the customer's room all night. And where the fuck was he? I tried looking around while putting on my dress, swinging my leather jacket over my shoulder as I struggled to put in my shoes.

That prick fucked me to sleep last night and now he was nowhere to be found. I wouldn't blame him, I was nothing but a stripper to him, but still, I was human too. I had feelings.

Just as I was about to leave, I spotted a stack of cash on the table. I picked it, it was way more than what I charged. Well, I guess I get to take out my tips and give the rest to madam lulu.

I stood on Abby's porch, bracing myself for her reaction as I walked into the house. “Abby” I called out playfully, but no one responded.

“Mira!”

I checked everywhere, no one was around and the doors were not locked. “Where could they have gone?”I muttered worriedly. Taking out my phone, I was shocked to see several missed calls and voicemails from Abby.

I played the first voicemail. “Where the hell are you Audrey, Mira is in the hospital.” Abby's voice cracked in tears.

“No, no, no. Audrey, what have you done?” I rushed out of the house immediately.

I reached the hospital, one of Abby's voicemails gave me directions to the hospital. I rushed inside like I knew where I was going but the nurse at the counter called me back.

I moved swiftly to the counter, fidgeting. “I'm sorry. I'm here for Mira… Mira Sanchez.”

The nurse checked her record, “What's your relationship with the patient?”

“I'm her sister. Please, I need to see her right now.”

“Room 211, go straight, the first room to your left.”

I rushed, running down the hallway, faster than I have ever ran. Then I spotted Abby sitting on a bench.

“Abby.”

She turned to me, her eyes tired and her face not so happy to see me. “Your work is more important than Mira, isn't it? Well if that's the case, work harder cause right now, money has to be paid for her chemotherapy treatment, immediately.”

The information flowed back and forth in my head for a moment. I refused to shed tears, one of us had to be strong.

“Where's she?”

“She's in there. The doctor will not start the treatment until half the money is paid.”

I sucked in my tears. Entering into the room, the tears suddenly burst out, seeing Mira lying helplessly on the bed, with tubes stuck in her mouth, and drips attached to her arms.

“We have to do something fast Audrey. The tubes and drips are only meant to sustain her condition for a while.”

I wiped my tears, turning towards Abby. “Stay with her, I'll work out something. Mira must live.” I said. Abby hugged me, and at that moment I wasn't sure what to do to raise the money for Mira's treatment. But I had to find a way, somehow.

My plan was to visit the bank, ask for a loan, and break all my savings open. But it wouldn't be enough, I cried at the thought of it, as I ran down the hallway once again, heading out of the hospital. My phone rang.

It was madam lulu calling. I didn't answer it, she was probably calling to ask why I wasn't at work. I trekked down the road in a haste before stopping a taxi. I took out my phone again, glad that madam lulu had stopped calling but suddenly, a message from her popped up.

“Get your ass down to the club. The billionaire wants you here.”

The billionaire? He seemed to act so rich last night, but I never thought he was a billionaire. Why did he want to meet me again? After disappearing this morning. I didn't want to see him, Mira was more important. I shoved my phone into my bag.

But then, the more I thought about where to get the money for Mira's treatment, an idea miraculously crossed my mind. “Driver, take me to club Sexos.”