Chapter 2
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CELINE'S POV:
"Ahhhh," I cried, a raw sound filled with shame and fury.
"This is utter humiliation! How could I have been so cheap...so careless, with a man I never knew?" I couldn't help but wail, slamming my palm against the mahogany dresser.
I had given myself away to a faceless stranger.
Pacing continuously in fright and anger, I tried to figure out what to do next. Why would he leave without addressing me? What if he had some kind of illness? Or worse an irresponsible playboy.
"Such a jerk! After he took advantage of me? Why did I have to be so dumb?" I asked myself, completely breaking down, tears flowing down my cheeks.
The sound of my phone ringing on the bedside cabinet paused my mental breakdown. I hurried towards it but frowned at the caller ID.
"What is the matter Christian?” I asked, trying to adjust my voice to be as level headed as possible.
"The Wealthy patient whom you operated on is up now and demands to see you pronto!" Christian said, almost like he was panicking. His voice heaved a sigh of relief after relaying the message.
"And what does she need me for? Or you don't get the memo that I was fired!" I asked while scurrying around, in search of my dress and shoes.
"I don't know, just get here immediately before she creates a scene!" Christian replied hesitantly before hanging up.
"Damn it!"
I was officially fired, but a wealthy, demanding patient could not be ignored. I finally found my clothes but they were ripped to shreds.
"What! Is that man an animal?" I couldn’t help but ask, as I clutched the shredded remnants of my outfit in shock.
I groaned and swiftly ordered a floral dress from a small business owner online while making an immediate transaction for a doorstep delivery.
I decided to wash up only to notice a packaged box and a written check of twenty million dollars on top.
I knelt beside it, tearing open the box. Inside lay a newly bought pale pink bodycon dress, luxury lingerie, makeup, and toiletries. All in my exact size.
I slouched to the floor in awe. "What... how rich is my one-night stand?"
I sighted a letter in the box which read:
I apologize for the condition of your dress and you're not pretty bad for a first timer in bed. Twenty million should cover any inconvenience. No! I didn't force myself on you. You consented.
"That d*ckhead... Does he think I'm a call girl?" I yelled, shredding the letter to pieces.
He was not going to have it easy with me. I am his last victim and I'll make sure of that.
After dressing up, I attempted to pick up my bag and noticed another fat wad of cash lying beside the lamp stand.
I scoffed in disgust. "Men will always be men...Placing a price on my virginity?…we will see about that. "
After an hour drive, accompanied by my endless bickers and rants. The taxi man felt relieved to drop me off at the hospital, driving off immediately.
I quickly ran into the hospital. "I was fired, Christian, I shouldn't be here."
"Just go, she's coding." He replied anxiously, “I'll keep watch, no one would notice.”
I nodded and dashed into the changing room, emerging in my scrubs before entering the ward.
Witnessing the cardiac arrest, I took charge immediately, using my skills despite the risk of being caught.
After successfully reviving the patient, I left to change only to come back to a young lady probably in her twenties reassuring the patient with soothing words.
"The surgeon is here," The young lady informed the patient.
"Hi, my name is Tessy," She said with a wide smile and an outstretched arm. Her smile was so warm it threw me off.
"It is a pleasure meeting you and you are?" I asked, intrigued about her.
Tessy's energy caught my eyes. She had this feminine charm that you could not help but notice.
"I'm her Niece", she replied, reaching for the door, not sparing me another minute. She left as if sensing my insecurity.
"Oh, now I see why you guys look familiar," I whispered, reaching for the patient's pulse but she immediately held her arm.
"My… my… name is… Doris," the patient barely managed to say.
"Okay, Ma'am. I know," I replied, tucking her safely to bed.
"Call me mother," she said with a faint smile that reached her eyes.
"Okay Mother, I am Celine." I complied.
"I need your help, Celine." Doris requested, her eyes pleading. "I want you to get married to my son."
"What!"
Doris continued, "I am Mrs. Ken, The wife of the multi-billionaire, Mr. Joel Ken." She hesitated, "My son's name is Darius Ken."
I gasped. Darius Ken... The frivolous Casanova, cold and aloof billionaire who has sent so many women crashing out after using and rejecting them.
"I can't... He is not my type of man." I replied bluntly.
Lines of disapproval etched on her forehead immediately.
"Well who is better for him than someone who is clearly perfect in manners and has strong principles but lacks finances. You compliment him, since there's a saying that opposites attract." Doris replied.
"But you know if you want to go the hard way, I can just sue you for gross negligence in my operation, for which you were just fired. Maybe your principles can be your blankets on the streets," Doris said, smiling wryly.
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