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**Thelma**

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

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

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

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

I asked myself as I felt fear wash over me, and before I knew it, I was gradually taking steps backward. I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching the magnificent white door, which 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 before he stared at me.

He was so handsome that my jaw dropped, and my struggle at the door behind me paused as I took a proper look at him.

He 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 then he asked, "Who the fuck 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 stood frozen at the door as he approached and grabbed me by the shoulders, attempting to throw me out of the sitting room. But then he paused.

"Shit!" he cursed as he staggered again, leaning more on my slim frame.

I inhaled his masculine scent and felt something I had never felt before.

He 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 man, and so he stood up straight, shutting the door behind him as 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 looked at me angrily, as if I were a pest he wanted to get rid of, and then he cursed again, "Shit! What's wrong with me?"

He looked like he was in serious pain, and he grabbed me forcefully, taking me into the bedroom.

"Let go of me!" I screamed, and he froze at the sound of my tiny voice.

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

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

He started stripping off his white shirt and pants, and I gulped hard as I stared at his handsome, muscular chest.

I immediately looked away, taking in the beauty and neatness of his bedroom.

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

He urged me to take off my clothes, and I felt helpless and in need of him.

"What... Wait..." I was nervous since it was my first time, but this man was already ready to get down in bed with me.

His body was cold, and seeing his hardened length made me gasp, "Ha!!"

I turned away to hide my embarrassment, and then he carried me to the bed and pinned me down. He started removing all my underwear.

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

He kissed me roughly at first, but when my lips parted and gave him access, he calmed down, reaching for my most intimate areas, and I jolted.

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

"Shit! What's wrong with me?" he asked himself again, as if 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.

I was afraid; I tried to shut my eyes to avoid the pain, and I winced as I felt him enter me.

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

He was panting and moaning as I groaned and screamed in pain, but he seized me and continued with the steady thrust of his hips. After he reached his climax, he collapsed right beside me.

I was terrified, scared to death, as my thighs hurt.

He didn’t romance me like I had read about in romance novels; he didn’t pet me or try to prepare me.

He just grabbed me and threw me onto his bed, using me for his own satisfaction, and then he fell asleep, snoring 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 made me too weak to push his hands off. So, I slowly shut my eyes and laid back down beside him.

Later, I woke up again; it wasn’t yet morning. I sat up in bed, wanting to search for my clothes to put them on, but I still felt tired from the events of the previous night, and my head was aching. I fell asleep again, staring at the dark-skinned, handsome man sleeping peacefully beside me.

Eventually, it was morning, and the sun's rays shone my way. I woke up again and carefully sat up in bed.

I looked beside me and didn’t see the man on the bed. Instead, he stood glaring at me.

He was wrapped in a white towel and stood by the window, having pulled the curtains wide open to let the sunlight in. He stared at me with anger-filled eyes.

"Who the fuck 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 those ridiculous questions.

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

"Answer me! How did you get in here, and what happened between us?" he asked again, charging at me. He gripped my left arm and spun 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, red panties, and bra from the previous day, feeling his cold eyes watching my every move.

He 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 in the sitting room, not caring that I was bare.

I quickly put on my panties and bra, fumbling to wear my red gown as well.

I was lucky; there was no zipper on my red gown. I searched the sitting room for my red purse, which I had brought with me the previous night, but 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, feeling intimidated by his domineering aura. My hands shook as I knocked on the door, knowing my purse contained my phone and car keys.

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

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. I quickly rushed into his room like a crazy lady, grabbed my purse, and immediately darted out of the house.

I bumped into Sir Adam as I rushed out into the very white sitting room again. He spoke to me, "Good morning, miss, please wait, let me—"

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