Chapter 2

Thelma's POV:

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

I remembered that Sir Adam had asked me to go in, but I still stood nervously in my long red gown, as I continued to stare at the huge door.

I could hear the scattering of things inside the room, and I was seriously afraid, feeling like I might 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 was afraid, and before I knew it, I was gradually taking a few steps backward. I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching the magnificent white door, causing it to creak open.

I jumped back in fear as a tall, dark-skinned, handsome man with short black hair stepped out from the room. His deep, silver, almost colorless eyes met mine, and he staggered to regain his balance before staring at me.

He was so handsome that my jaw dropped, and my struggle at the door behind me paused, as I stared at him properly.

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

My blue eyes met his silver, colorless eyes, and next, he asked me, "Who the hell 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 still stood frozen at the door, and he approached, grabbed my shoulder, and tried to throw me out of the sitting room. But as he attempted to unlock the door, he paused.

"Damn it!" he staggered, and leaned on my slim frame. I inhaled his masculine scent and felt something I had never felt before.

The man seemed to have lost his balance and was holding onto me.

"Who brought you..." his words trailed off, and he began to sweat profusely.

He was a tall man, so he stood up straight, shut the door, and stared at me like a predator.

"Who let you in here?" he demanded, and I could see his face contorted in pain.

He stared at me angrily, as if I were a pest he wanted to get rid of, and then he cursed again, "Damn it! What's wrong with me?"

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

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

"You have to bear with me, as something is wrong with me, and I can't help it, but I want you," he said, as he seemed to be under the influence of something.

"You want me..." I asked in shock, as if I had forgotten why I was in his bedroom too.

The man started stripping off his white top and black white trousers, and I gulped hard as I stared at his chiseled chest.

I immediately looked away from him, as his bedroom was beautiful.

I didn't realize he had stripped off all his clothes until he approached me, hugged me from behind, and his hot voice fanned my left ear: "What are you still waiting for? Strip."

He helped me strip off my clothes, and I was helpless—and also in need of him.

"Wait..." I was nervous, as it was my first time, but this man was already ready to get into bed with me.

His body was hot, and seeing his member, I gasped, "Ha!"

I looked away to hide my embarrassed expression, and then he carried me to the bed, pinned me down, and started taking off my underwear.

I melted on the bed while inhaling his strong, masculine scent, and I watched as he removed my last piece of clothing.

He kissed me roughly at first, but when my lips parted and gave him access, he calmed down, reached for my core, and I jolted.

I was scared and wanted to push him off, as he was drunk and acting under the influence of alcohol, but he was strong, and I couldn't push him away.

"Damn it! What's wrong with me?" he asked himself, as if he were trying to stop himself from what he was about to do. Then, he pinned me to the bed and parted my legs.

I was afraid. I shut my eyes to brace for the pain, and when he entered me, I winced as I felt him enter my core.

I gripped him to stop, but he couldn't; he kept thrusting into me with passion.

He was panting and moaning as I groaned, but he seized me and continued with the steady thrust of his hips. Finally, after he reached his climax, and he collapsed right next to me.

I was scared to death, as my thighs were hurting.

The man didn't romance me like I had read in the romance novels, and he didn't even try to get me ready.

He just grabbed me, threw me onto his bed, used me for his own satisfaction, and then started snoring right next to me.

I wanted to get up from the bed, but feeling his large arm wrapped around my waist in a possessive hug, I was too weak to push his hands away. So, I slowly shut my eyes and lay back on the bed beside him.

I woke up again later that night, as it wasn't yet morning, and I sat up on the bed, wanting to search for my clothes to put them on. But I still felt tired from the previous night's events between us, and my head was aching. I fell asleep again on the bed after staring at the handsome man who was sleeping peacefully beside me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I met his dark, handsome face again, and his colorless silver eyes sent shivers down my spine. I gulped and parted my lips to speak, but no words came 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 panties and bra that I had worn the previous day. I could still feel his cold eyes watching my every move.

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

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

I put on my red panties and bra immediately and fumbled to wear my red gown.

I was lucky, as there was no zipper on my red gown. I searched around the sitting room for my red purse that I had brought the previous night and remembered that it was still in his bedroom, with the strange man I had just had a one-night stand with—if I could even call it that.

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

Knock, knock... I knocked and heard no response from him.

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

I saw him standing beside the king-size bed, on a phone call, so I quickly rushed into his room like a frantic woman, grabbed my purse, and swiftly darted out of the room.

I bumped into Sir Adam as I rushed out to the white sitting room, and he spoke to me, "Good morning, miss. Please wait, let me..."

Before Sir Adam could complete his statement, I ran away from the sitting room, following the second-floor stairs and rushing downstairs.