CHAPTER 2

(Thelma's 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 still stood nervously in my long red gown, continuing to stare at the huge door.

I could hear the scattering of something inside the room, and I was seriously afraid, feeling the urge to pee on my pants. Was it a monster that was in the room that Sir Adam wanted me to sleep with? I asked myself, afraid, and before I knew it, I was gradually taking some steps backwards as I could hear the sound of the footsteps approaching the magnificent white door, which then creaked open.

I jumped back in fret as a 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 was so handsome, and tall, and my jaw dropped as my struggling at the door behind me paused to stare at him properly.

The man 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 eyes, and he asked me, "Who are you?"

My lips parted to speak my name, but no words refused to come out of my lips. The man stared at me angrily, and he strode up to meet me, as I still stood frozen at the door. He approached me and grabbed me by 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 out 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. He seemed to have lost his balance, and he was holding onto me tightly.

"Who brought you?" His words trailed off as he was beginning to sweat seriously. He is a tall man, and so, he stood up back and shut the door closed, and he stared at me like a predator.

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

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

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

"You have to bear with me, miss, 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 something.

"You want me?" I asked him with disbelief, like I had forgotten why I was in his bedroom too.

"Yes," he says and started stripping off his white top and white trousers too, and I gulped hard as I stared at his handsome, masculine, dark chest.

I immediately stared away from him in shyness, as his bedroom was beautiful and neat too. I didn't know that he had completely stripped off all his clothes until he approached me and hugged me from behind. And I froze as his hot voice fanned my left ear, "What are you still waiting for, miss? Strip now," he said, and he accompanied me to strip off my clothes, and I was helpless and also in need of him too.

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

His body was as cold as ice, and seeing his member, I gasped, "Ha!"

I stared away from the man's cóck to hide my embarrassed look, as he carried me up to his chest and took me to the bed, pinning me on the bed beneath him. He started taking off my dress.

I melted on the bed, while inhaling his strong masculine scent, and I watched him take off all my last piece of underwear, my panties too.

The man kissed me 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 private area, and I jolted. As I was scared, and I wanted to push him off, but he was drunk and acting under the influence of something, and I couldn't push him off either.

"What's wrong with me?" The man mumbled, like he was trying to stop himself from doing what he was about to do. He pinned me on the bed and parted my legs widely open, while staring at my secret cave.

I was afraid, and I tried to shut my eyes closed to feel the pain, and when he entered me. I winced out in pain as I could feel him entering my tight folds.

I gripped on him to stop, but he couldn't bring himself to stop, as he kept on thrusting into me with passion. He was moaning so loudly as I groaned. But he seized me and continued with the steady thrusting of his hips into mine, and after he got to his climax, he collapsed right on top of me and discharged his hot seeds in me.

I was afraid and scared to death, as my pûssy was throbbing. The man didn't romance me like what I had read in romance novels, and he didn't even pet me or try to coax me to get me ready. He just grabbed me and threw me onto his bed, and then 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 waist in a possessive hug, I was too weak to push his hands off, and so I slowly shut my eyes closed and laid back on the bed beside him.

I later woke up again, as it wasn't yet morning, and I sat up on the bed and wanted to search for my clothes to wear and leave his bedroom. But I still felt tired 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 that was sleeping peacefully beside me.

Later, it was morning, and the sun 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, and there he stood by the window, glaring at me.

The man was wrapped in a white towel around his trunk, and he stood beside the window, and was actually the one that had pulled the curtains widely open to allow the sun rays on my face. As 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 in between my thighs, and yet, he was asking me that silly question.

The man 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 all scattered around in his bedroom.

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

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

"Take your things and get out," the man 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, and I could still feel his cold eyes watching my every move.

The man threw a towel at me and thundered, "Get out!"

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

I wore my panties and bra quickly, while I fumbled to wear my red gown too. And I had luck, 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, 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 as I 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 the man.

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

I saw the man 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, took my red purse, and immediately darted out of the bedroom and into the sitting room again.

I bumped into Sir 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 Sir Adam could complete his statement, I immediately ran away from the sitting room as I exited the second-floor lounge and rushed downstairs.