CHAPTER 2

Thelma POV

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

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

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

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

I asked myself as I became frightened, and before I knew it, I gradually began to take steps backward. 

I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching the magnificent white door before it creaked open.

I jumped back in alarm as a dark-skinned, handsome man with short black hair stepped out. 

He staggered to regain his balance before finally focusing on me.

He was incredibly handsome, and my jaw dropped as I struggled at the door behind me to get a better look at him.

He looked like a demigod, a model, or an actor. He held my gaze while I held his.

My blue eyes met his silver, almost colorless eyes, and then he asked, "Who the fuck are you?" 

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

He stared at me angrily, then strode up to me. I remained frozen at the door as he approached and grabbed my shoulders, trying to throw me outside the sitting room.

 Just as he attempted to unlock the door behind me, his palms touched my shoulders, and he paused to look at my face.

"Shit!" he cursed as he staggered again and leaned more heavily against my slim frame.

I inhaled his masculine scent and felt something I hadn’t felt before.

He seemed to have lost his balance, holding on to me tightly.

"Who brought you?" His words trailed as he began to sweat profusely.

He was a tall man, and he straightened up, shutting the door behind him. He stared at me like a predator.

"Who let you in here?" he asked again, his face contorted in pain. 

He looked at me angrily, as if I were a pest he wanted to get rid of. Then he cursed, "Shit! What's wrong with me?"

He looked like he was in serious pain, and he grabbed me, forcefully pulling me into his bedroom.

"What?? Let go of me!" I screamed, and he froze, finally hearing 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 if he were under the influence of something.

"You want me?" I repeated, having momentarily forgotten why I was in his bedroom.

"Yes," he said and started stripping off his white top and pants. I gulped hard as I stared at his handsome, muscular chest.

I immediately looked away in shyness as I noticed that his bedroom was beautiful and neat.

I didn’t realize he 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, guiding me to remove my clothes. 

I felt helpless and, to some extent, I wanted him, too.

"What? Wait..." I was ashamed as it was my first time, yet this reckless man was already hot and ready to get down in bed with me.

His body felt cold as ice, and seeing his huge rod, I gasped, "Ha!!" 

I turned away to hide my embarrassment. Then, in the next moment, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed, pinning me beneath him as he started to take off my underwear.

I melted on the bed, inhaling his strong, masculine scent while watching him pull off my last piece of clothing—my panties.

He kissed me roughly at first, but when my lips parted, granting him access to my tongue, he calmed down, reaching to touch my private area, making me jolt, scared as I wanted to push him off. 

But he was drunk and acting under the influence of alcohol, and I couldn’t push him away either.

"Shit! What's wrong with me?" he asked himself, as if trying to resist what he was about to do. 

Then, in the next moment, he pinned me on the bed and spread my legs wide open, staring at my secret place.

I was terrified and tried to shut my eyes, bracing myself for the pain. The moment he entered me, I winced in discomfort, feeling him push into my tight folds.

I gripped him, wanting him to stop, but he couldn’t help himself as he continued thrusting into me passionately.

He was panting and moaning loudly while I groaned in agony. But he held me down and continued with the steady thrusts of his hips into mine. 

After reaching his climax, he collapsed on top of me and discharged his hot seed inside me.

I was afraid and scared to death as my pûssy ached.

He didn’t romance me like what I had read in romance novels; he didn’t pet me or coax me to prepare me for this.

Instead, he just grabbed me, threw me onto his bed, and used me to satisfy himself. Now, he was snoring next to me.

I wanted to get up from the bed, but with his large arm wrapped possessively around my chest and waist, I felt too weak to push his hands away.

 So I slowly shut my eyes and laid back down on the bed beside him.

I later woke up again, realizing it wasn’t yet morning. 

I sat up on the bed, intending to search for my clothes to leave his bedroom. I still felt tired from the night’s events, and my head ached. 

So I fell back asleep, staring at the handsome dark-skinned man who was sleeping peacefully beside me.

Later, when morning arrived, the sunlight shone on my face, waking me up again. 

I carefully sat up and glanced beside me, but the man was no longer in bed. Instead, he stood glaring at me.

He was wrapped in a white towel and stood by the window, having pulled the curtains wide open to let the sunlight beam onto my face. 

He stared at me with anger-filled eyes.

"Who the fuck are you? And how did you get into my bedroom?" he demanded, and I could still feel the pain between my thighs, and yet he was asking me that absurd question.

He looked powerful and imposing, but I ignored him and carefully slid out of bed, realizing I was completely bare, as he had removed all my clothes the previous night, flinging them scattered around his bedroom.

"Answer me! How did you get in here, and what happened between us?" he demanded again, charging at me and gripping my left arm, turning me to face him.

I met his dark, handsome face again, and his silver, colorless eyes sent shivers down my spine.

I gulped and parted my lips to speak, but my trembling lips betrayed me, and no words came out.

"Take your things and get out!" he spat, causing me to shudder away from him.

I quickly searched the room for my red gown, panties, and bra from the previous day. 

I could still feel his cold gaze watching my every move.

He threw a towel at me, roaring, "Get out!!"

I was scared like a chicken running for its life. I immediately dashed out of his bedroom to dress up in the sitting room, not caring that I was still bare.

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

Fortunately, there was no zipper on my red gown, so I quickly searched the sitting room for my red purse, which I had brought the previous night. 

Then I remembered that my purse was still in his bedroom with the strange man with whom I had just had a one-night stand—or whatever it was. 

I paused and knocked on his bedroom door again. His domineering aura frightened me the most, but my hands shook as I knocked softly.

Knock! knock! I knocked nervously and heard no response.

I gently pushed the door open and peeked my head in, apologizing, "Please, sir, I forgot to grab my red purse."

I saw him standing by the king-size bed on a phone call, so I quickly rushed into his bedroom like a frantic lady, snatched my purse, and immediately darted back out into the sitting room.

As I rushed out of the white sitting room, I bumped into Sir Adam. 

"Good morning, Miss Thelma! Please wait, let me—" 

Before Sir Adam could finish his sentence, I ran away from the sitting room. I exited the second-floor lounge and hurried downstairs.