Chapter 4

I got up and wiped my tears so she couldn't see that I had just cried. I went back inside and put on a brave face, determined to do whatever it took to support my daughter during this difficult time. I knew that I needed to stay strong for her, no matter how tough things might get.

"Aey, what do you want to eat?" I asked, trying to distract her from the sadness in my eyes. She looked up at me with a weak smile and whispered, "I want cereal." I nodded, determined to buy her favorite meal to bring a little bit of comfort during this challenging period.

I brushed the hair that had fallen on her face and said, "Would you be full when you eat it?"

She nodded, her eyes brightening slightly at the thought of her favorite cereal. "Yes!" she replied softly.

I smiled back. "I'll just buy outside. Ma'am Nurse will take care of you while I'm gone, okay?" I said, kissing her forehead. She nodded, squeezing my hand in reassurance. "Thank you, Mommy," she whispered before closing her eyes to rest. I left the room, determined to bring back some comfort in the form of her favorite cereal.

As I walked down the hospital hallway, I couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that lingered in the air. I knew a simple bowl of cereal wouldn't cure her illness, but it was a small gesture of love and care that I could offer at that moment.

I went outside the hospital, taking a deep breath of fresh air before heading to the cafe where I would meet Sean. I entered the cozy cafe and sat on one of the empty tables. I waited for him for a few minutes until I received a call from him saying that I should ride in the red car that was parked in front of the cafe. I quickly made my way outside and saw Sean waiting in the car.

"You need money, right?" he asked as soon as I sat in the passenger seat.

I nodded. Sean handed me an envelope filled with cash that I could use to pay the medical bill.

I looked at him, feeling grateful. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me; you use that money, but instead you will give me my daughter." I was taken aback by his unexpected request.

Why would I give him my daughter? I can't give him my daughter; he has no right to take Aoife from me.

"I will repay you in any other way, but Aoife is not something I can give away," I said firmly, feeling protective of my daughter. I tightly held the envelope containing only money. My daughter needs this, and I will do everything to make her well. He smiled mischievously, raised his eyebrows, and tapped the steering wheel lightly. He looked at me from head to toe and said, "You did not change, Mollie." I'm still wearing my night dress; I just quickly grabbed a jacket when Aoife passed out earlier. Sean placed his hand on my thigh and gently squeezed it. "How about we go back to what we were doing before? As a payment for my help?" I quickly removed his hand from my thigh. I looked at him in confusion and said, "What do you mean?" Sean chuckled and replied, "You know, our little arrangement from before. It was fun, wasn't it?" I shook my head in disbelief and firmly stated, "that was a mistake. I can't believe you would bring that up now." "No one will be angry now if we do it," he smirked. He came closer to me and put his hand on the backrest and the window, which caused me to be trapped between them. He was looking at my lips, his eyes dark with desire. I could feel my heart racing as I tried to push past him, but he held me in place with surprising strength. I could see the lust in his eyes, but all I felt was fear. This was not Sean, whom I thought I knew. "Stop," I said, my voice barely a whisper. But he didn't listen. His lips were dangerously close to mine. "It's your choice; give me my daughter or be my fuck buddy again," he said, licking his lips while looking at me. 

As Sean's words hung in the air, a wave of disbelief and revulsion washed over me. How could he even suggest such a thing? But as I looked into his eyes, dark with desire and filled with a cruel sort of amusement, I realized that this was no longer the man I thought I knew.

My mind raced with a thousand thoughts and fears, but deep down, I knew what I had to do. I will do everything for my daughter, even in exchange for money. With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, I swallowed hard and met his gaze with a steely resolve.

"Fine," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"But only until I can find another way to repay you."

A smirk tugged at the corners of Sean's lips as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin.

"Deal," he whispered, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.

And in that moment, as I felt the weight of my decision settle heavily upon me, I knew that I had sacrificed a piece of myself to protect my daughter. It was a choice born out of desperation and fear, but one that I knew I would have to live with.

Sean closed the distance between us, his lips meeting mine in a bruising kiss. I pushed down the rising tide of guilt and shame, burying it deep beneath the surface. For now, all that mattered was keeping my daughter safe, even if it meant sacrificing my dignity in the process.

But as we drove away into the unknown, the echoes of our arrangement ringing in my ears, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just made a deal with the devil himself.

As we entered Sean's condo, the air thick with tension and uncertainty, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled deep within me. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, adding to the sense of foreboding that hung heavy in the air.

Sean moved towards me. I could feel his gaze burning into me, his dark eyes filled with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine.

Without a word, he closed the door behind us, his movements deliberate and calculated. And as he turned to face me, his expression unreadable, I knew that there was no turning back now.

"So, shall we seal our little agreement?" he asked, his voice low and husky with desire.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I took a hesitant step closer to him. This was it—the moment of reckoning—where I would pay the price for my daughter's wellbeing with my own body.

"Come here," he murmured, his voice low and commanding as he reached out to pull me closer to him. I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest, before reluctantly stepping into his embrace.

His touch sent shivers down my spine as he trailed his fingers along the curve of my waist, his lips brushing against my ear in a soft caress.

"You know what you have to do," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

I nodded silently.

My throat tightened with suppressed emotion as I reached up to tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me. And as our lips met in a fierce kiss, all thoughts of guilt and shame were swept away in a tidal wave of desire.

We moved together in a frantic dance, our bodies pressing close as if trying to erase the space between us. Each touch and each caress served as a reminder of the deal we had made.

A contract sealed with our bodies. I am his Fuck Buddy again.