Between Love and Sacrifice

-INTRODUCTION Billionaire and CEO of Kasbah multi-purpose enterprises,Alexander Blackwood, had an encounter with a lady who slept with him.After that, he was determined to find her. Thompson Amelia, a desperate lady in need of help to save the life of her only younger brother, Thompson Andrew, who had been diagnosed with an acute kidney injury disease. With no choice left, she begged her Boss for help. However he asked for something personal in return. Out of desperation, she accepted and gave up her virginity, thinking it would be a one time occurrence. Little did she know, he wanted her. ****ONE**** AMELIA My name is Amelia Thompson, I am the older sister of Thompson Andrew. We lost our parents in a devastating car accident when I was just two and Andrew was still a baby. Miraculously, we were rescued from the wreckage; while the front of the car was crushed, the back, where I sat with Andrew's babysitter beside me, remained intact which allowed both of us to survive. Growing up in a motherless home, I took on the responsibility for my younger brother, Andrew. I worked tirelessly. when I noticed the home began to crumble under the weight of its elderly owner and her illness. With no one to care for the place, I scrambled to pick up more odd jobs so I could afford to leave the motherless home with Andrew. I also applied for various domestic positions. Fortunately, I landed a job as a cook in the mansion of the well-known CEO of Kasbah land developer company, earning a salary greater than all my previous odd jobs combined. This was what I had been waiting for. Without hesitation, I and Andrew moved out of the motherless home into a small, affordable apartment. Meanwhile, Andrew, had just concluded his high school not less than two years, also had found a cleaning job at a small guest house, where he worked every weekend. I was the happiest lady on earth working for my boss, Mr. Alexander Blackwood. The only thing troubling me was that Mr Alexander Blackwood found me undeniably charming. He was drawn to me, but I tried to focus on my work. Mr. Alexander Blackwood was a notorious womanizer, chasing after any woman he desired and changing partners like outfits. Noticing my disapproval, he began assigning me tasks outside my job description. Yet, being the hardworking person I was, I didn't let it bother me. Things took a drastic turn for me when Andrew fell seriously ill and was admitted to the private hospital. The doctor informed me that Andrew had been diagnosed with acute kidney injury and had only two weeks to secure payment for dialysis before his condition worsened. I had tried various charities since the diagnosis, but nothing worked. Lost in thought while cleaning the beer cabinet in my boss's living room, I miscalculated and accidentally knocked over ten expensive bottles of beers and wines.Each one crashed to the tile floor with a deafening bang, shattering the mansion's silence. Startled, my eyes widened in disbelief as I clutched my head and whispered, “I’m doomed.” Suddenly, I heard Mr. Alexander’s deep voice and footsteps racing down the staircase. “What’s that?” I froze, shards of glass cutting into my ankle as I stood amid the wreckage. My heart raced, the value of those expensive whiskies and stouts couldn’t cover twenty years of my salary. Suddenly, Mr. Alexander stumbled upon me in the wet bar. “What?” His eyes widened in shock. “What’s all this? How did this happen?” He paused, sweat trickling down his face, his eyes turning red with anger. “I…I…” I stammered, lost for words. How will I handle all this? I looked at the bottles once again on the floor, tears streaming down on my face amidst what Mr Alexander would say. “You are fired!” he walked away But instantly, I followed him crying with the statement of “ Am sorry sir!” he suddenly turned back and paused I dropped to my knees. “Sir, I’m sorry! I don’t know how it happened!” I begged. “You don’t know how it happened? It just happened on its own? I stand by my word, you are fired!. Do you know how much it's worth?” he yelled. “No, sir! That’s not what I meant! I was just trying to place the cleaned bottles, and they brushed against each other and started falling! I’m so sorry!” I pleaded, my body trembling, sweat pouring down. “You will pay for this!” he shouted, fury in his voice. I was surprised! How would I pay when my salary couldn't even cover it? “Sir, I’m sorry, but I can't afford the payment.” “Then you will not receive your salary until your pay covers your debt,” he said. My heart raced, then I blurted out “Sir, please, my brother was very sick in the hospital and was diagnosed with acute kidney injury. I need ten thousand dollars to pay; the doctor gave me just two weeks to settle it.” “Then what's my concern? You broke my bottles of wine and beer worth millions of dollars, and you come here telling me a story. You will pay before you leave my house,” he insisted. Mr. Alexander was a man of his word; I had seen him giving orders to his workers. I didn't know what to do. My brother was in the hospital, dying, with less than two weeks left. Here I was, putting myself into another problem. “Please, sir, I am sorry, help me ,” I begged repeatedly, but he seemed unwilling to listen. How could I convince him to accept my apology? Suddenly, I saw him pressing his phone. Did the man want to call the police station? I thought “Sir, I will do anything you tell me to do.” I blurted out. Immediately, he looked up from the phone he was pressing and had a small smile on his face. “Then sleep with me.” “What!” My heart raced in disbelief. How could he say such a thing after what I had explained to him? Still, he wanted my body. This was what he had been dreaming of all along. He stared at me ceaselessly, waiting for my response My body was shaking. “I... I... please help me, sir. My brother is dying,” I continued to beg him. He moved from where he was and walked proudly toward me. Sweat was already pouring down my chin as he approached. When he reached me, he bent down so that his mouth was close to my left ear and whispered, “I will help your brother, increase your salary, won’t collect payment for the broken drinks anymore, and will do anything for you if you give me your body in return.” As he was speaking, my heart was pumping up like a tyre that a vulcanizer was pumping. When he finished speaking, he walked away, leaving me alone downstairs with the remnants of the broken beer and wine bottles surrounding me like garden flowers. With my eyes wide and my body frozen, it felt as if there was no life left in me. If I hadn't broken his beer drinks, I would have quit and found another job, but now I was trapped. I had to pay before leaving, and my brother was lying restless on the hospital bed. Two heavy problems weighing on me at once.