Chapter 1
Rayna's POV
It was on a Sunday evening. The lights of the moon streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze rustling on the curtains, and his scents paving their way to the nostrils.
Our bodies clutched together, his breath slow and steady, he leaned in, brushing his lips against mine, the kiss deepened, making me feel out of this world, and my eyes filled with tenderness.
Our hearts beating in time with each other, I felt a connection like I've known him forever; his hands played on the right spot on my body, making me want him more.
I let out a soft groan; the sound heard was the soft breathing that mingled with each other. I held him tight to myself; I wanted to be in those arms forever and not letgo.
"It's morning, ma'am."
I heard a lady say in a mild voice; she was dressed in a lengthy gown and an apron tied at her back.
"Oh."
I yelled, jumping to my feet, covering myself with the duvet.
"I'll leave you to dress up; I'll be back shortly."
She sounded professional and left.
Panting heavily, I found my clothes well laid on the couch; I didn't recall placing them there. I quickly got dressed, running my fingers into my scattered hair, and made my way to the door.
"Thank you."
I told the staff, who was waiting for me to get dressed.
Not saying a word, she let out a mild smile, bowing at the same time.
"Wooh"
I exclaimed, rolling my eyeballs to every corner of the house. The walls were paneled with dark wood, and a crystal chandelier hung on the ceiling, casting delicate shadows on the surface of the floor and walls.
I almost lost my step admiring the beauty of the mansion.
"When you're done feeding your eyes, come over here."
I heard a deep muscular voice say from behind.
"Good day, sir."
I greeted before turning to see who it was, missing my step with the heel I wore.
"Sign this."
He pointed at a paper, which seemed blank from where I stood.
"Read through it if you like," he smirked.
I glanced through the paper, my eyes popping open seeing what it contained; it had all my personal records, every damn thing about me.
Including an agreement that it was just a one-night stand that was paid for, with no other business, especially harboring a child.
Not uttering a word, I signed the documents.
"Take the envelope beside the documents," he scoffed.
Doing exactly as he said, I picked up a white envelope lying on the table.
"Dismissed," he ordered.
I made my way out of the mansion; without being told, I could feel the eyes of the staff on me.
Letting the doors of the house open, I walked in, sliding myself on the walls.
"I had no other choice," I cried.
I let the tears flow down my cheeks; this isn't a life I wished for or prayed for. Sex work was something I despised, and I never thought of being a member.
"Rayna, you're back."
Anna's voice echoed from behind.
"Yeah."
I quickly wiped off my eyes, standing up on my feet.
"Are you okay?
She asked, walking up to me, her voice filled with concerns.
"Yeah, sure, how's Mother?
"She's getting better; the drugs are helping,.... Anna said.
"Glad to hear that."
I scoffed, walking towards the room, holding back my tears.
Anna and I have been friends since our childhood; we behaved like siblings since we were the only kids of our parents. We met at a competition and ended up winning the first and second positions.
Ever since then, we've been friends. Unlike me, Anna came from a comfortable home; she lived in comfort and was eligible to own anything she wanted.
I stared at my mother, who was sleeping peacefully; at that moment, I couldn't just fight the tears anymore.
She was the only family I've got; I had to do what I did to raise the funds for her heart transplant. Losing her wasn't an option.
"Ray"
I heard her call in a calm and weak voice.
"Yes, Mother."
I answered, hugging her softly.
“My child, what…
"No, Mother, please don't say a word."
I placed my hands on her lips, shutting her, my tears dropping on her forehead.
I sat on a chair waiting for the arrival of the doctor.
"Oh, Miss Rayna."
I heard him say at the door, walking to his swivel chair.
"Good day, doctor."
I greeted him before he could sit down.
"Welcome, Miss Rayna. I just got a report you've made a deposit for your mother's surgery."
He spoke in a calm and gentle tone, his eyes on me.
"Not a deposit, sir, but cleared the bills."
I corrected, wearing a long and sad face.
"The scheduled date still remains; please bring her to the hospital tomorrow."
"Yes, unfailingly." I said, getting up on my feet.
"Miss Rayna," he called.
"Yes." I answered, turning to face him.
"Whatever you did to pay those bills, right or wrong, don't judge yourself."
His voice stirred me awake from my daze, my heartbeatsspeeding up.
Not replying to his comment, I counted my steps to the door and made my way out of the office.
I hated the guilt stirring up my head; the fact that I didn't regret a single thing that happened the previous night was what was strange.
I wished the night wasn't over; the feeling of comfort and peace beneath his arms was alarming; his cool breath, his tender skin, and the mixture of air and his scents didn't cause any regrets despite tampering with my sanity.
It was the first time I experienced such feelings. A one-night stand with "Ryan Armstrong," a multi-billionaire and celebrity of Tuscany, Italy.
I knew within myself they were all imaginaries, and nothing could be done about that. I was lucky enough to share the same air with Ryan; a lot of wealthy people out there, both male and female, passed through procedures just to have a word with him.
