Chapter 002

Thelma's POV:

“Hm…” I breathed as I stared 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 in, but I still stood nervously in my long red gown, continuing to stare at the huge door.

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

*Was there a monster in the room that Sir Adam wanted to pay me to sleep with?* I asked myself, and before I knew it, I was gradually taking steps backward. I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and the magnificent white door creaked open.

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

He was so handsome, and my jaw dropped as my struggling at the door behind me paused, and 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.

My blue eyes met his silver, colorless eyes, and he asked me, “Who 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 grabbed my shoulder to throw me out of the sitting room as he attempted to unlock the door, but he paused.

“Damn it!” he cussed, staggering again and leaning more on my slim frame.

I inhaled his masculine scent, and I felt what I had not felt before.

He seemed to have lost his balance, and he was holding on to my arms.

“Who brought you...” His words trailed off, and he began sweating seriously.

He is a tall man, and so he stood back up and shut the door. Then he stared at me like a predator.

“Who let you in here?” he asked again, and I could see his face contorted in pain.

He stared at me angrily like I was a pest he wanted to get rid of, and then he cussed again. “Damn it! What’s wrong with me?”

He looked like he was in serious pain, and he grabbed me and took 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, Miss, as something is wrong with me, and I cannot help it, but I want you,” he said, as though he were under the influence of something.

“You want me...” I asked, as though I had forgotten why I was in his bedroom too.

“Yes,” he replied 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 swiftly stared away from him, as his bedroom was beautiful and neat too.

I didn’t know that he had stripped off all his clothes until he approached me and hugged me from behind. His hot voice fanned my left ear. “What are you still waiting for? Strip.”

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

“Wait...” I felt shy, as it was my first time, but this silly man was already ready to get down in bed with me.

His body was hot, and seeing his huge length, I gasped. “Ha!!”

I stared away to hide my embarrassed look, and he carried me to the bed and pinned me down. Then he started taking off my underwear.

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

He kissed my lips roughly first, but when my lips parted and gave him access too, he calmed and reached for my cookies, and I jolted.

I felt scared, and I wanted to push him off, as he was drunk and acting under the influence of an aphrodisiac, but he was strong, and I couldn’t push him off.

“Damn it! What’s wrong with me?” he asked himself again, as though he were trying to stop himself from doing what he was about to do. Then he pinned me to the bed and parted my legs open.

I was afraid. I tried to shut my eyes to feel less pain, and next I winced as I could feel him entering me.

I gripped him to stop him, but he couldn’t stop as 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 against mine. Then, after he got to his climax, he collapsed right beside me.

I was afraid, scared to death, as my pụssy was hurting.

The stranger didn’t romance me like what I had read in romance novels, and he didn’t even pet me, nor try to get me ready.

He just grabbed my arms and threw me onto his bed, and then he used me to his satisfaction himself, and he was snoring right beside me.

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

I felt too weak to push his hands off, and so I slowly shut my eyes 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 dress and underwear to wear them, but I still felt tired from the events of the last night between us, and my head was still aching. Then I fell asleep again on the bed after staring at the dark-skinned, handsome man sleeping peacefully beside me.

Later, it was morning, and the sun rays shone my way, 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. There he stood by the window, glaring at me.

He was wrapped in a white towel, and he stood beside the window. He was actually the one who had pulled the curtains wide 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 those silly questions.

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 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, gripped my left arm, and swirled me around to face him.

I met his dark, handsome face, 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 pant and bra that I wore the previous day, and I could still feel his cold eyes watching my every move.

He threw a towel at me, and he thundered, “Get out!!”

I felt 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.

I wore my panties and my bra first, and I fumbled to wear my red gown too.

Luckily, 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 handsome stranger that I 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 hand shook as I knocked on the door. The red purse contained my phone and car keys.

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

I pushed the door open and peeked my head into his bedroom, and I apologized. “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, so I quickly rushed into his room like a crazy lady, took my purse, and darted out of the room.

I bumped into Sir Adam as I rushed out to the very white sitting room again, 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, exited the second-floor lounge, and rushed downstairs.