One Wild Night

Amy walked around Miley's hotel room restlessly as she silently prayed that Miley would recover from this quickly and explain everything to her parents.

She wished there was a way she could at least find out how Miley was doing and if she had regained consciousness, but there was no one she could call.

She was with Miley's phone, and it wasn't like Miley's parents would be willing to take her call or give her any information. Not when she had withheld important information from them.

Perhaps she should sneak over to the hospital and have one of the nurses help her check on Miley and tell her how Miley was doing. Amy mused and drew in a deep breath as she headed for the living room of the suite.

As she walked into the living room, a memory hit her, and she shut her eyes as she remembered sitting right there in the living room with Lucas, who advised her not to indulge Miley.

If only she had listened to Lucas and talked Miley into receiving treatment.

She didn't regret offering to be Miley's surrogate. What she really regretted was not pushing Miley to inform her family and forcing her to receive treatment even if she didn't want to inform her family.

If she had known that Miley's health was fast deteriorating, she wouldn't have let Miley carry on the way she did.

Amy sighed as she glanced at her phone, which was on top of the center table. She had switched off her phone because she knew her mother would try to call her and find out what was happening since she was very sure that Miley's parents must have informed her mother about everything that was happening by now.

She was not ready to face her mother yet. She had not considered the fact that her action would put her mother in a difficult position with people who considered them as family.

Amy turned to the door when someone knocked on it, and her heart skipped a beat, thinking it was probably Miley's parents coming to throw her out of their daughter's hotel apartment.

She fearfully opened the door, and she frowned when she saw Malone standing there, "What are you doing here?" Amy asked since she expected him to have left, seeing as the plan had changed following Miley's condition.

"What do you mean by that?" Malone asked as he walked past her into the apartment.

Amy frowned as she shut the door and turned to face him, "Miley is not here…."

"But you are here," he said, cutting her off.

"Sit down, let's talk," he said, pointing to a couch as he sat down.

What did he want to talk about? She hoped he was not going to cause any trouble, considering the present situation of things.

"What do you want to talk about?" Amy asked as she reluctantly sat down opposite him.

"Why was your phone off? I've been trying to reach you all day," Malone said, and Amy shrugged but didn't respond.

"Have you been able to resolve your misunderstanding with Miley's parents? Do you have any idea how Miley is doing?" Malone asked, and Amy shook her head.

"No. I'm hoping that Miley will clear the air when she regains consciousness," Amy said with a sigh.

"And how are you going to know when she regains consciousness if you leave your phone off? Or do you expect her to show up here and tell you she is awake?" Malone asked, eyeing Amy like he thought she was stupid.

Knowing that he had a point, Amy didn't respond to that. Instead, she cleared her throat, "You should probably leave for now. Miley's health condition is critical, and I can assure you that even though Miley wakes up and insists on going ahead with the marriage, her parents would never agree to it," Amy said honestly, and Malone looked at her like she had lost her mind.

Malone rose from his seat, and Amy did the same since she didn't like the idea of him towering above her.

"Leave? What do you mean leave? What about my money? How do I get my mo...."

"What money? Didn't Miley pay you even before all these?" Amy reminded him, and he raised a brow at her.

"What do you mean paid me? Was that the whole amount she promised to pay me at the end of the arrangement?" Malone asked with a slightly raised voice, and Amy looked at him incredulously.

"You just said it yourself. At the END of the arrangement! She has already paid you more than enough even though your services might not be needed anymore. I'd even ask for a refund…."

"A refund? You must be out of your fucking mind," Malone cut in angrily as they faced each other.

Amy took a deep breath, "Why are you being unreasonable? Can't you see that she is in a critical condition now and..."

"Do I look like I care? We had an agreement, and I upheld my end of the deal. I did my part! If the arrangement did not pull through, it's your fault, not mine, so there is no reason I shouldn't get my money in full," Malone said, and Amy massaged her temple.

She had always known that Malone was scum, no matter how decent he seemed outwardly. After seeing how Lucas had reacted so angrily to the idea and had cut them off for even suggesting he do such a thing, she had begun to think that any guy who would accept such a deal wasn't a decent guy. And this just proved it now.

"Malone, listen…."

"No, you listen! I don't know how you're going to do it, and I honestly don't care, but I want my money in full. I not only gave my sperm…."

"You were paid for doing that! You were paid way more than even sperm banks pay donors!" Amy cut in.

"I never went to a sperm bank to donate my precious sperm, did I? I sold it to you sickos! I have wasted my precious time on that dying girl! And I deserve to..." The rest of his words were lost when Amy slapped him hard across the face.

"How dare you...." Before Amy could finish speaking, Malone returned the slap.

Amy staggered back on her feet, and before she could regain her balance, Malone shoved her onto the couch and raised his hand, which was balled in a fist, ready to hit her.

When Amy saw this, she instinctively raised both her hands to cover her face as a form of protection from the blow, but Malone dropped his hand as he stepped away from her.

"I don't think I should waste my time talking to you after all. I will go to the hospital and see how she is doing for myself and get her parents to pay me what she owes if I have to," Malone said, and Amy shook her head quickly.

"No! You can't do that. You can't tell them about that. Please. Everything will become even worse if they find out you were paid to act as her lover," Amy pleaded.

"How does that affect me? All I care about is my money," Malone said before heading for the bedroom to pick up his bag.

Amy followed him, "You can't…."

"Try to stop me," Malone said as he walked out of the apartment with his backpack.

Tears ran down Amy's face as she watched Malone leave. Even though she had always known Malone had only been playing nice because of the amount of money he was offered, she never knew he could be that heartless. How could he be so unbothered about Miley, who was in a critical condition?

She picked up her phone and turned it on so that she could try to talk to Miley's parents about Malone before he got to the hospital.

She hesitated when she wanted to dial their number since she wasn't sure how to go about telling them that. What if Malone changed his mind, and she let it out already? Won't Miley's parents think the worst of her if she told them about this and that she had allowed Miley to do such a stupid thing? Amy sighed as she dropped the phone.

Just as she dropped the phone, it started ringing, and she picked it up, hoping it would be either of Miley's parents, but her heart skipped a beat when she saw that it was her mother.

She couldn't avoid her mother forever, Amy thought as she received the call, "Mo..."

"Where are you?" Her mother asked in a stern tone, and Amy reluctantly told her where she was.

"Stay put. I will meet you there in the morning," Amy's mother said before hanging up.

Away from there, Malone arrived at the hospital and went straight to Miley's father, who was just outside her ward making a phone call while her mom was inside the room.

"Hello, sir," Malone greeted, grateful that he didn't have to look for him.

Miley's father turned to see who was greeting him, and he frowned when he recognized him.

It was the young man who had said he was Miley's fiancè. What was he doing here? Didn't he make it clear enough that he did not want to see neither him nor Amy around the hospital premises? He mused as he quickly hung up his call to face Malone.

"Why are you here? Did we not make it clear enough that you are not welcome here? We won't let you marry our daughter," Miley's father said, and Malone nodded.

At least he wasn't there to convince them to marry Miley, "I'm not here to convince you to let me marry her. To be honest with you, I don't want to marry her either," Malone said, and Miley's father frowned.

"What do you mean? Why are you here?"

"I'm here to get my money. Your daughter owes me, and Amy can testify to that," Malone said easily.

"I beg your pardon?"

Without saying a word, Malone opened his backpack and took out his copy of their signed contract, and handed it to Miley's father.

"That is our agreement. Miley promised to pay me if I donated my sperm and get married to her. I've donated my sperm as they requested, and I would have gotten married to her, but since you are the one calling things off, you should pay me for breaching the contract," Malone said reasonably, and Miley's father frowned as he looked down at the document in disbelief.

"Are you crazy?" Miley's father asked angrily just as his wife came out to check on him.

"What is going on here? What is this man doing here?" She asked her husband, who was glaring at Malone.

"I was just telling your husband that your family owes me," Malone said and explained the situation to her, including the fact that Amy was Miley's surrogate.

"What? You even have the guts to show your face here and tell us how you connived with Amy to dupe our daughter? How dare you?" Miley's mother asked as she raised her hand to hit him, but her husband stopped her.

"Get out of here before I get you arrested," Miley's father said angrily, and Malone sneered at them.

"I didn't commit any crime. I only helped your daughter, and this document proves it. I'm not looking for any trouble. All I want is the money that was promised," Malone said, and Miley's father shook his head.

"You are a criminal, and you won't get a dime from us!"

"If you don't give me my money, I will go to the press," Malone threatened.

"Now the criminal wants to resort to blackmail?" Miley's father said to his wife.

"Go ahead and do just that. Go to the press, but let this be the last time you show your face here, or else we will have you arrested," Miley's mother threatened, and Malone stormed off angrily.

"A contract marriage and a surrogate? Can you imagine the nonsense? Criminals!" Miley's father said as they returned inside Miley's ward.

"I still can't believe Amy could do this to us despite all we have done for her and her mother. This must be the reason she didn't bother to tell us about Miley's condition," Miley's mother said, and they both hurried to Miley's side when they saw a slight movement.

"We won't let her have her way. I don't care whether or not Miley made such arrangements with them. We will have nothing to do with them and their contract," Miley's father said, and his wife nodded in agreement.