One Night Only

LILLIE

Today, I am extremely happy. My joy returned because today they will schedule my mother’s operation for later this week. After I left my job at the club, the Devil fulfilled his part of the deal and sent me the rest of the money he had promised. I was still unsure about the whole thing, but as soon as I saw all those bills together, I realized I had enough cash to pay for my mother’s surgery. Ignoring my rational thoughts, I took the money without thinking further and went to make the payment. Alex asked me where I got so much money. I had to lie and tell him it was all help from Julie, Mika, and other colleagues. In a way, that was true, but as soon as I had the money the Devil sent me, I repaid my friends. The only one left is my friend, and I still haven’t told her about the situation. On Saturday night, she left the club in a hurry. When I have the opportunity, I will tell her.

Today, we will be told the day of the operation. After a few hours, the doctor will inform us of the day and time to operate and save my mother once and for all.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The most awaited day has arrived. I had to skip classes to show up early at the hospital. My sister requested a shift change, so she will work until the evening and night. I will stay with my mother all day, either in the waiting room or, if they allow me, in her room. They went into the operating room at seven in the morning. It’s already noon, and we still have no news. After an hour more of waiting for any information, the doctor in charge of my mother’s surgery comes out, giving us the good news that everything went well and that she just needs to recover and undergo treatment for a while. He informs us of the instructions and everything that needs to be done, and suggests that we go home for now because she can’t receive visitors at the moment. They will move her to a different room because she is still in intensive care, where she will be monitored all day in case of any complications. He said that, although she responded well to the operation, there could still be irregularities.

I leave my sister alone with the doctor to discuss some more details regarding my mother’s well-being. I go in search of the restroom since I had been waiting for quite some time without leaving the waiting area.

Luckily for me, the restroom is empty, with only a lady cleaning the sinks. She finishes and exits just as I enter. I step into the last stall to do my business. Today, I’m wearing a loose pleated skirt and a short blouse that reveals a bit of my belly button. I love wearing skirts, and since it’s very hot today, I opted for something cool and comfortable because I knew I would be here for hours. After finishing, I adjust my underwear and straighten my skirt. As I’m about to leave, the door of the small stall swings open, pushing me and making me sit on the toilet. Thankfully, the seat is down.

The most terrifying thing in the world happens at this moment.

The Devil’s face peeks through the crack in the door with a half-smile on his face.

But what is he doing here?

I try to stand up to try to leave, but, in a burst of anger, I collide head-on with the hard and firm chest of the idiot in front of me. He just stands there, looking at me. He gazes into my eyes, and it disturbs me not being able to read his thoughts. But as I’m about to protest, he forcefully grabs my waist and pushes me into the restroom cubicle I had just left. He locks the door.

“Did you think you could escape from me?” he mutters through clenched teeth, as if he were in an internal struggle.

“What? What are you talking about? Let me go, because this time, I won’t hesitate to…”

I can’t finish my sentence.

He moves closer, pressing his body tightly against mine.

When I try to push him away with my hands, he roughly grabs my hands with one of his large hands and pins them against the wall over my head. As I’m about to protest again, he captures my mouth with his and bites my lip to make me open mine. His breath is ragged, he’s agitated, and I’m not much better, but my difficulty breathing is due to my struggle against him. I try to push him away, although it’s absurd because he’s much stronger, and I can’t move him even an inch. With his other hand, he holds me tightly by the waist, making my body press against his. I feel his groin against my stomach, confirming the reason for his labored breathing.

“Let me go now!” I mutter between clenched teeth.

That only makes him kiss me more fiercely and deeply. His hand slides down my thigh, reaching the fabric of my skirt, and starts to lift it, grabbing my butt with his large hand.

I mentally curse myself for wearing a skirt today.

I try to push him away with my body to make him release me, but he takes the opportunity to press against me more and rub his member against me. His hand moves down the elastic of my panties, reaching just below my belly. He releases my lips to bury his face in my neck, kissing it desperately.

My breathing is labored. I try to catch my breath because my panic is increasing. The fear returns as I think that he will try to harm me again, and this time he might succeed.

I don’t know why, but I’m also enjoying the tingling sensation in my lower abdomen as he touches my skin with his fingers, settling an exciting sensation I’ve never felt before. A warmth that engulfs my entire body.