2| Night with the formidable figure

**Thelma**

I stared back at the huge white door in front of me, afraid of the masculine figure that seemed ready to step out.

I remembered that Sir Adam had asked me to go into the room, but I was scared and nervously stood in my long red gown, continuing to stare at the huge door.

I could hear something scattering inside the room, and I felt a strong urge to pee in my pants.

Was there a monster in the room that Sir Adam wanted to pay me to sleep with?

I asked myself this in fear, and before I knew it, I found myself gradually taking steps backward as I heard footsteps approaching the magnificent white door, which creaked open.

I jumped back in fright as a tall man with short black hair stepped out of the room. He staggered to regain his balance first, before he looked at me in shock.

He was incredibly handsome. My jaw dropped as I stopped struggling against the door behind me, pausing to stare at the man properly.

He looked like a demigod—a model or an actor—and he held my gaze while I held his gaze too.

My blue eyes met his silver, almost colorless eyes. Then he asked, "Who the are you?"

My lips parted to speak my name, but no words came out.

He let go off the door and strode up to me. I stood frozen as he approached and grabbed my shoulder to throw me out of the sitting room. As his palms touched my shoulders. He paused and looked at my face.

"Damn it!" he growled, leaning more on my slim frame.

I caught a whiff of his manly scent and felt something jelly slipped out of me. 

He seemed to have lost his balance and held onto me tightly.

"Who brought you here?" his words trailed off as he began to sweat.

He stood up straight, shutting the door closed, looking at me like a predator.

"Who let you in here?" he asked, his face contorting in pain as he looked at me angrily. As if I were a pest he wanted to get rid of. He cursed, "Damn it! Who drugged me?"

The man looked like he was in pain. Suddenly, he grabbed me and carried me into his bedroom.

"What? Let go of me!" I screamed, causing him to freeze and as he heard my tiny voice.

"You have to bear with me, miss. Something is wrong with me, and I can't help it—I want you," he said, sounding as though he were drunk.

"Want me?" I echoed, as I seemed to forget why I was in his bedroom too.

"Yes," he replied, starting to strip off his white top and trousers. I gulped hard as I stared at his muscular chest.

Feeling shy, I hastily looked away, realizing his bedroom was painted white and beautiful.

I didn't notice that the man had completely stripped off all his clothes until he approached me and hugged me from behind. I froze as his hot breath fanned my left ear. "What are you still waiting for, miss? Strip now," he said, and he began to assist me in stripping off my clothes. I felt helpless, yet I was also in need of him.

I felt ashamed, as this was my first time. But this man was already prepared to get into bed with me.

I shy away to hide my embarrassed expression. The next moment, he lifted me up to his chest and placed me on his bed. He began to remove my underwear.

I melted onto the bed, inhaling his masculine scent. I watched as he took off my pant.

He kissed me roughly at first, but when my lips parted and I responded to his passionate kiss, he calmed down. He reached to touch my most intimate area, and I jolted. Scared, I wanted to push him off, but he was drunk and I couldn't get him off me.

I felt fear surge through me and tried to close my eyes, bracing for the pain. When he entered me, I winced as I felt him push deeper into my tight folds.

I gripped him, begging him to stop, but he couldn't bring himself to. He kept thrusting into me with passion.

He was moaning loudly as I groaned. But he silenced me, he continued the steady thrusting of his hips into mine. 

Once he reached his climax, he groaned and released his seed inside me.

I was terrified, feeling scared to death, as my pussy ached.

He didn't romance me like the men in the romance novels I had read; he didn't pet me or coax me to prepare me. He just grabbed me, and threw me onto his bed, used me for his own satisfaction. Now he was snoring peacefully beside me.

I wanted to get up from the bed, but feeling his large arm wrapped around my waist. I laid back.

I was too weak to push his hands off, so I closed my eyes and laid back on the bed beside him.

Later, I woke up again as it wasn't yet morning. I sat up and decided to search for my clothes to wear and leave his bedroom. However, I still felt tired from the previous night's events, and my head ached. So, I fell asleep again on the bed and slept long until sunrise.

When morning arrived, the sunlight shone on my face, waking me up. I carefully sat up in bed. I looked beside me, and the man was no longer there. Instead, I saw him standing by the window, glaring at me.

He was wrapped in a white towel around his waist, and had pulled the curtains wide open to let the sun rays in. His anger-filled eyes bore into me.

"Who the are you again? How did you get into my bedroom?" he demanded.

I could feel the pain between my thighs. Yet, this man was asking me those ridiculous questions.

He looked powerful, but I ignored him and carefully slid out of the bed. I realized I was completely bare, feeling his desirous gaze as he had taken off all my clothes the night before, scattering them around his bedroom.

"Answer me! How did you get in here, and what happened between us?" he barked, charging at me. He grasped my left arm and spun me to face him.

I met his colorless eyes that sent shivers down my spine. I gulped hard and parted my pink lips to speak, but no words came out of my trembling mouth.

"Take your things and get out," he spat, and I flinched away from him.

I quickly searched the room for my red gown, pant, and bra that I had worn the day before, feeling his cold eyes watching my every move. He threw a towel at me and thundered, "Get out!"

I frightened out of the room, like a chicken scared to death. I immediately ran out of his bedroom to dress in the sitting room, not caring that I was bare.

I put on my panties and bra while fumbling to wear my red gown.

I was fortunate there was no zipper on my red dress. I searched around the sitting room for my purse, which I had brought with me the night before. 

I then remembered that my red purse was still in his bedroom, with the formidable figure I had just had a one-night stand with.

I paused and knocked on his bedroom door again. His domineering aura frightened me, but my hands shook as I knocked, knowing the purse contained my phone and car keys.

Knock! Knock! I knocked nervously, but I heard no response from him.

I gently pushed the door open and peeked into his bedroom. "Please, sir, I forgot to take my red purse," I said apologetically.

I saw him standing beside the king-size bed, on a phone call. I quickly rushed into his bedroom, grabbed my red purse, and darted out into the sitting room.

I bumped into Sir Adam and he spoke to me, "Good morning, Miss Thelma, please wait—let me—"

Before Sir Adam could complete his statement, I ran away from the sitting room, rushing downstairs to exited the mansion.