CHAPTER 2

Thelma

"Hmm…" I breathed 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 still stood nervously in my long red gown, continuing to stare at the huge door.

I could hear things scattering inside the room, and I was seriously afraid, feeling like I might pee on myself.

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

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

I jumped back in fright. A dark-skinned, handsome man with short black hair and deep, almost colourless silver eyes stepped out of the room. He staggered, regained his balance, then stared at me.

He was so handsome. My jaw dropped as my struggle with the door behind me paused so I could stare at him properly.

The man looked like a demigod, a model or an actor. He held my gaze while I held his.

My blue eyes met his silver, colourless eyes. Then he asked, “Who the fụck are you?”

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

He stared at me angrily, strode toward me, and I remained frozen at the door. He grabbed me by the shoulders to throw me out of the sitting room. As he attempted to unlock the door, he paused.

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

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

He seemed to have lost his balance and was holding onto my arms.

“Who brought you…” His words trailed off as he began to sweat heavily.

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

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

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

He looked like he was in serious pain. He grabbed my arms forcefully and took me into the bedroom.

“Let go of me!” I screamed.

He froze when he heard my tiny voice.

“You have to bear with me. Something is wrong with me and I can’t help it—I want you,” he said, seeming 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. I gulped hard as I stared at his handsome, masculine dark chest.

I quickly looked away. His bedroom was beautiful and neat.

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

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

“What… wait…” I was nervous; it was my first time, but this man was already ready to get down in bed with me.

His body was hot. Seeing his hardened length, I gasped, “Ha!”

I looked away to hide my embarrassed expression. He carried me to the bed, pinned me down, and started removing the rest of my underwear.

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

He kissed my lips roughly at first, but when my lips parted and gave him access, he calmed. He reached between my legs and I jolted.

I was scared. I wanted to push him off—he was drunk and acting under the influence of something—but he was strong and I couldn’t push him off.

“What’s wrong with me? Was I drugged?” he asked himself again, as though trying to stop himself. Then he pinned me to the bed and parted my legs.

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

I gripped his arms to stop, but he couldn’t. He kept thrusting into me with passion.

He was panting and moaning while I groaned, but he held me and continued with the steady thrust of his hips against mine.

After he reached his climax, he collapsed right beside me. I was afraid—scared to death—as my bottom waa hurting.

He hadn’t romanced me the way I had read in romance novels. He hadn’t even petted me or tried to get me ready.

He had simply grabbed my arms, thrown me onto his bed, used me to his satisfaction, and was now snoring right beside me.

I wanted to get up from the bed, but I felt 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 lay back on the bed beside him.

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

Later it was morning. Sunlight shone on my face and I woke up again, carefully sitting up on the bed.

I looked beside me and didn’t see the man. Then I saw him standing by the window, wrapped in a white towel around his waist. He was the one who had pulled the curtains wide open to let the sun fall 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.

I could still feel the pain between my thighs, yet he was asking that silly question.

He looked so powerful, but I ignored him and carefully slid out of the bed. I realised I was bare; he had pulled off all my clothes the previous night and flung them 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, his colourless silver eyes sending 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. I shuddered away from him.

I quickly searched the room for my red gown, red panties and bra from the day before. I could still feel his cold eyes watching my every move.

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

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

I put on my panties and bra and fumbled to pull on my red gown too.

Luckily, there was no zip on my red gown. I searched the sitting room for the red purse I had brought the previous night, then 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. His domineering aura frightened me the most, and my hands still shook as I knocked. The red 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. “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 in like a crazy lady, grabbed my purse, and darted out of the house.

I bumped into Sir Adam as I rushed out into the white sitting room again.

“Good morning, miss. Please wait, let me—” Before Sir Adam could finish his statement, I ran away from the sitting room, exited the second-floor lounge, and rushed downstairs.