Chapter 2

Thelma,

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

I remembered that Sir Adam had asked me to enter the room, but fear held me rooted in place in my long red gown as I continued to gaze at the imposing door.

From inside, I could hear the scattered movements of something—my anxiety peaked, and I felt an overwhelming urge to pee my pants.

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

I asked myself, trembling, and before I knew it, I was gradually stepping backwards. The sound of footsteps approached, and the magnificent white door creaked open.

I jumped back in fright as a dark-skinned, handsome man emerged, his short black hair contrasting with his deep, silver, almost colorless eyes. He staggered briefly to regain his balance before focusing on me.

He was breathtakingly handsome, causing my jaw to drop as I struggled to catch a proper glimpse of him. 

He looked like a demigod—perhaps a model or an actor—and our gazes locked as he held mine.

My blue eyes met his silver ones, and then he demanded, "Who the hell are you?!"

My lips parted, ready to speak my name, but no words emerged.

He glared at me, then strode forward, yet I remained frozen at the door. As he approached, he grabbed my shoulders and attempted to throw me outside the sitting room. He started to unlock the door behind me, but the moment his palms touched my shoulders, he paused and studied my face.

"Shit!" he cursed, staggering again and leaning heavily against my slim frame.

I inhaled his masculine scent, feeling something I had never experienced before.

He seemed to be losing his balance, gripping me tightly for support.

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

He was tall, and as he regained his composure, he closed the door and focused on me like a predator.

"Who let you in here?" he demanded again, his face contorted in agony. He looked at me as if I were a pest he wished to be rid of, then cursed again, "Shit! What’s wrong with me?"

His expression indicated real pain, and he suddenly seized me, forcefully dragging me into his bedroom.

"What? Let go of me!" I screamed, and he froze, finally registering my tiny voice.

"You have to bear with me, miss. Something's wrong with me, and I can't help it—I want you," he said, clearly under some influence.

"Want me?" I echoed, momentarily forgetting why I was in his bedroom.

"Yes," he replied, beginning to strip off his white shirt and trousers. I gulped hard, my eyes drawn to his chiseled, dark torso.

Overcome with shyness, I turned away, taking in the beauty and neatness of his bedroom.

I didn't realize he had completely removed all his clothes until he approached me and wrapped his arms around me from behind. I froze as his hot breath fanned against my left ear. "What are you still waiting for? Strip now," he commanded, as he assisted me in removing my clothes. Part of me felt helpless and longing for him too.

"What? Wait..." I managed to stammer, embarrassed as this was my first experience, but this daring man was eager to engage in bed.

His body was as cold as ice, and when I caught sight of his arousal, I gasped, "Ha!"

I averted my gaze to hide my embarrassment, but suddenly, he hoisted me up to his chest and carried me to the bed, pinning me beneath him as he began to remove my remaining underwear.

I melted into the bed, inhaling his strong masculine scent while I watched him take off my last piece of clothing—my panties.

He kissed me roughly at first, but when my lips parted and I allowed him access to my tongue by kissing him back, he softened, reaching down to touch my most intimate area. I jolted, frightened and wanting to push him off, but he was intoxicated and acting under the influence of something, rendering me incapable of pushing him away.

"Shit! What's wrong with me?" he muttered to himself, trying to restrain his actions. In the next instant, he pinned me down and spread my legs wide, gazing at my secret place.

Fear surged through me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for what was to come. The moment he entered me, I winced in pain, feeling him breach my tight folds.

I gripped him, begging him to stop, but he continued thrusting passionately.

He panted and moaned loudly as I groaned and screamed in pain. He silenced me with a kiss, persisting with steady thrusts, and after reaching his climax, he collapsed atop me, releasing his warmth inside me.

I was terrified and in agony, my tight folds in painful protest.

He didn’t romance me as I had read in novels; he didn’t soften his approach or coax me to prepare for what was to come. Instead, he seized me, threw me onto his bed, and indulged his own desires, snoring peacefully beside me afterward.

I wanted to get up, but his large arm wrapped around my waist in a possessive embrace rendered me too weak to move. Slowly, I closed my eyes and lay back beside him.

Later, I woke again; it wasn't yet morning. I sat up in bed and searched for my clothes to leave his room. However, exhaustion from the previous night's events weighed heavily on me, and my head throbbed. I sank back into sleep, staring at the handsome dark-skinned man who lay peacefully beside me.

When sunlight finally streamed onto my face, I awoke once more and carefully sat up, glancing beside me only to find that he was gone. There he stood instead, glaring at me.

Wrapped in a white towel, he stood by the window, having pulled the curtains wide open to let the sun in, his eyes filled with anger.

"Who the fuck are you, and how did you get into my bedroom?" he demanded. I could still feel the ache between my thighs, yet he bombarded me with his unreasonable questions.

He looked powerful. Ignoring him, I slipped out of bed, quickly realizing I was completely naked; he had discarded all my clothes the night before.

"Answer me!! How did you get in here, and what happened between us?" he pressed, charging at me and grabbing my left arm, spinning me to face him.

I met his dark, handsome face again, staring into those silver, colorless eyes that sent shivers down my spine. I swallowed hard, parting my lips to speak, but no words came.

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

Quickly, I searched the room for my red gown, pant, and bra from the day before, all while feeling his cold gaze on me.

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

Frightened like a startled chicken, I dashed out of his bedroom to dress in the sitting room, not caring that I was bare.

I hastily donned my panties and bra, fumbling to wear my red gown—thankfully, it had no zipper.

Searching around, I realized that my red purse, containing my phone and car keys, was still in his bedroom, the room of this strange man I had just shared a night with, if I could even call it that.

I hesitated, then knocked on his bedroom door again. His domineering presence frightened me, but my hands trembled as I knocked, knowing I needed my purse.

Knock! Knock! I tapped nervously but received no response.

Steeling myself, I gently pushed the door open and peeked inside, my beautiful head appearing as I called out, "Please, sir, I forgot to take my red purse."

I spotted him standing beside the king-size bed, engrossed in a phone call. Seizing the opportunity, I rushed into the room like a madwoman, grabbed my purse, and darted out again.

However, I collided with Sir Adam as I burst out into the bright white sitting room.

"Good morning, Miss Thelma. Please wait—let me..." he began, but before he could finish his sentence, I ran away from the sitting area, racing down the stairs with my heart pounding.