Chapter 2

THELMA P.O.V

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 door.

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

Was it a monster in the room that Sir Adam wanted me to sleep with?

I asked myself, feeling afraid. Before I knew it, I was gradually taking steps backwards as I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and the magnificent white door creaked open.

I jumped back in fright as a dark-skinned, handsome 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 struggle at the door behind me paused to stare at him properly.

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

My blue eyes met his silver-colorless ones, and then he asked, "Who the fụck are you?"

My lips parted to speak my name, but no words would come out.

He stared at me angrily, and then he strode up to meet me. I still stood frozen at the door, and he approached me and grabbed me by my shoulders to throw me outside the sitting room, as he attempted to lock 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, leaning more on my slim frame.

I inhaled his masculine scent and felt something 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 began to sweat profusely.

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

"Who let you in here?" He asked me again, and I could see his face contorted in pain. He glared 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 my arms, swiftly taking me into his bedroom.

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

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

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

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

I immediately looked away in shyness, as his bedroom was beautiful and neat.

I didn't know he had completely stripped off all his clothes until he approached me and hugged me from behind. I froze as his hot voice fanned my left ear, "What are you still waiting for, miss? Strip now," he said, and he helped me strip off my clothes. I was helpless and also in need of him.

"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 hardened length, I gasped out, "Ha!"

I looked away to hide my embarrassed look, and the next moment, he carried me up to his chest and took me to the bed, pinning me beneath him. He started taking off my underwear.

I melted on the bed, inhaling his strong masculine scent, and watched him remove my last piece of clothing—my bra.

He kissed me roughly at first, but when my lips parted and gave him access to my tongue by kissing him back, he calmed. He reached to touch my most intimate area, and I jolted, wanting to push him off, but he was drunk and acting under the influence of something. I couldn't push him off.

"Damn it! What's wrong with me?" He asked himself again, as if trying to stop himself. The next moment, he pinned me on the bed, parting my legs widely while staring at my secret cave.

I was afraid, and I tried to shut my eyes to feel the pain. The next moment, he entered me, and I winced out in pain as I could feel him invading my tight folds.

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

I was afraid and scared to death, as my pûssy was hurting. He didn't romance me like in the novels, nor did he pet me or try to coax me to get me ready. He just grabbed my arms, threw me onto his bed, and used me to satisfy himself, and now he was snoring beside me on the bed.

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

Later, I woke up again, and it wasn't yet morning. I sat up on the bed, wanting to search for my clothes to wear and leave his bedroom. But I still felt tired from the previous night's events, and my head was aching, so I fell asleep again on the bed, after staring at the handsome man sleeping peacefully beside me.

Later, it was morning, and the sun rays shone in my face, waking me up again. I carefully sat up on the bed and stared beside me, but the man was no longer there. There he stood, glaring at me from beside the window, wrapped in a white towel.

He had pulled the curtains wide open, allowing the sun rays on my face. He stared at me with anger-filled eyes.

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

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

"Answer me!! How did you get in here, and what happened between us?" He asked again, charging at me, gripping me by my left arm and swirling me around to face him.

I met his dark, handsome face again, his silver-colorless eyes sending shivers down my spine. I gulped and parted my lips to speak, but no words would 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, panty, and bra, feeling his cold eyes watching my every move. He threw a towel at me and thundered, "Get out!"

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

I wore my panty and bra quickly, fumbling to put on my red gown. There was no zipper, so I managed to wear it.

I searched the sitting room for my red purse, which I had come with the previous night. I remembered 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 again, as his domineering aura frightened me the most. But my hands shook as I knocked, as the red purse contained my phone and car keys.

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

I pushed the door gently open and peeked my head in, 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 in, took my purse, and darted out of the bedroom and into the sitting room again.

I bumped into Sir Adam as I rushed out, and he spoke, "Good morning, Miss Thelma, please wait, let me..."

Before Sir Adam could finish, I immediately ran away from the sitting room, exiting the second-floor lounge and rushing downstairs.