Part 2

Thelma:

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

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

I could hear the scattering of something inside the room, and I was seriously afraid and feeling like peeing in my pants.

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

I asked myself as I was afraid, and before I knew it, I was gradually taking some steps backward, as I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching the door and creaking it open.

I jumped back in fright, as a tall, dark-skinned, handsome man, with short black hair on his head and deep silver, almost colorless eyes, stepped out of the room. He staggered to regain his balance first, before he stared at me.

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

My blue eyes met his silver colorless eyes, and the next moment he asked me, "Who are you?"

My lips parted to speak my name, but words refused to come out of my lips.

The man stared at me angrily, and he strode up to meet me. I still stood frozen at the door, and he approached me and grabbed my shoulder to throw me outside of the sitting room, as he attempted to unlock the door behind me, but the moment his palms touched my shoulders, he paused and looked at my face.

"Damn it!" he cussed, as he staggered again and leaned more on my slim frame.

I inhaled his masculine scent, and I felt what I hadn't felt before. My intimate area throbbing with a primal desire.

The man seemed to have lost his balance, and he was holding onto my arms tightly.

"Who brought you?..." His words trailed off, as he was beginning to sweat seriously.

He was a very tall man, and so he stood back up and shut the door closed, and he peered at me like a predator.

"Who let you in here?" he asked me again, and I could see his face contorted in pain. He stared at me angrily like I was a pest that he wanted to get rid of, and before I could explain, he cussed aloud, "Damn it! What's wrong with me?"

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

"Hey! Let go of me!" I screamed, and he froze, as he finally heard my tiny voice.

"Miss, you have to bear with me, as something is wrong with me, and I cannot help it but want you," he said, as he seemed like he was under the influence of aphrodisiac.

"You want me?" I asked him in shock, my cheeks flushing like I had forgotten why I was in his bedroom too.

"Yes," he replied and started stripping off his clothes. He took off his white top, white trousers, and I gulped hard, seeing his well toned body.

I immediately stared away from him in shyness, as his bedroom was beautiful and neat.

I didn't know that the man had completely stripped off his clothes until he approached me and hugged my waist from behind.

I froze, as his hot voice fanned against my ear, "Miss, what are you still waiting for? Strip now," he said, and he helped me strip off my gown.

I was helpless and also in need of him.

"Wait..." I became ashamed, as it was my first time, but this silly man was already erect and ready to get down in bed with me.

His body was as hot as hell, and seeing his huge cóck, I gasped out, "Ha!"

I stared away from him to hide my embarrassed look, and he carried me to his chest, and took me to the bed. He pinned me on the bed beneath him, and he started taking off my underwear.

I melted on the bed while inhaling his strong masculine scent, and I watched him take off my bra and my pants too.

He kissed my lips so roughly at first, but when my lips parted and gave him access to my tongue too, by kissing him back, he calmed and reached to touch my cookies, and I jolted.

I was scared, as I wanted to push him off, but he was drunk and acting under the influence of aphrodisiac. And I couldn't push him off either.

"Damn it! What's wrong with me? I am so hot," he muttered, trying to stop himself from doing what he was about to do.

The next moment, he pinned me on the bed and parted my legs wide open while staring at my secret cave.

"Are you ready?" He asked, seeking my permission.

"Yes," I replied, despite I was afraid. I tried to shut my eyes to feel the pain, and the moment he entered me, I groaned out as I could feel his huge size entering into my tight folds.

I gripped his arms to stop, but he couldn't bring himself to stop, as he kept on thrusting his huge length into me with passion.

He was panting and moaning so loudly, as I groaned and moaned. But he seized my arms and continued with the steady thrusting of his hips into mine. And next, he got to his climax, collapsed right on top of me and released his hot seeds in me.

I was afraid. And scared to death, as my core was hurting me, with his rod still deeply inside of me.

He didn't romance me like what I have read in romance novels, and he didn't even pet me, nor tried to coax me to get me ready.

He just grabbed my arms, and used me to his satisfaction, and now he was snoring right, beside me on the bed.

I wanted to get up from the bed, but feeling his large arm wrapped around my chest and waist in a possessive hug.

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

Later, I woke up again, but it wasn't yet morning, and I sat up on the bed and wanted to search for my clothes to wear them and leave his bedroom. But I was still exhausted from the last night's event between us, and my head was still aching too. So I fell asleep again on the bed after staring at the dark-skinned, handsome man who was sleeping peacefully beside me.

*****

Later, it was morning, and the sun's rays shone on my face, and I woke up again and carefully sat up on the bed.

I stared beside me, and I didn't see the black man on the bed anymore, and there he stood, glaring at me.

He was wrapped in a white towel around his waist, and he stood beside the window. He was actually the one who had pulled the curtains wide open to allow the sun's rays on my face. He stared at me with anger-filled eyes.

"Who are you? And how did you get into my bedroom?" he asked me, and I could still feel the pain between my thighs, and yet he was asking me those silly questions.

He looked so powerful, but I ignored him and carefully slid out of the bed, and I realized I was bare, as he had pulled off all my clothes the previous night and flung them scattered around in his bedroom.

"Answer me! How did you get in here, and what happened between us?" he asked me again, as he charged at me and gripped my left arm. He then swirled me around to face him.

I met his dark handsome face, and his silver colorless eyes that were sending shivers down my spine. I gulped and parted my lips speak, but no words refused to come out of my trembling lips.

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

I quickly searched the room for my red gown, and the red pants and bra that I wore the previous day, and I could still feel his cold eyes watching my every move.

"Get out!" He yelled and threw a towel at me.

I was frightened like a chicken scared to death, and I swiftly ran out of his bedroom to dress up in the sitting room, not minding that I was nàked.

My trembling hands wore my pants and my bra quickly, while I fumbled to wear my red gown too.

I was lucky, as there was no zip on my red gown, and I searched around the sitting room for my red purse that I had come with the previous night.

I remembered that my red purse was still in his bedroom, and with the strange man that I had just had a one-night stand with, if I would even call it a one-night stand.

I paused and knocked on his bedroom door again. As his domineering aura frightened me the most, but still, my hands shook and knocked on the door, as the red purse contained my phone and my car keys too.

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

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

I saw him standing beside the king-size bed, and he was on a phone call, and so I quickly rushed into his bedroom like a crazy lady, and I took my red purse and darted out of the bedroom and into the sitting room again.

I bumped into Mr. Adam as I rushed out to the very white sitting room again, and he spoke to me, "Good morning, Miss Thelma, please wait, let me..."

Before Mr. Adam could complete his statement, I darted away from the sitting room. As I descended the stairs and rushed downstairs.