Chapter 2

THELMA:

I breathed as I stared at the huge white door in front of me, afraid of the masculine figure that would step out.

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

I could hear the scattering of things inside the room. I was afraid and felt like peeing on my pant.

*Was it a monster in the room that Sir Adam wanted to pay me to sleep with?* I asked myself as I gradually took steps backwards.

I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and the magnificent white door creaked open.

I jumped back in fright as a handsome, Black 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.

The man was so handsome. My jaw dropped as my struggling at the door behind me paused. I stared at him properly.

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

My blue eyes met his silver, colorless eyes. "Who are you?" he asked.

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

The man stared at me angrily and strode up to meet me.

I still stood frozen at the door. He approached me and 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 as he staggered again and leaned on my slim frame.

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

The man seemed to have lost his balance and held onto me.

"Who brought you…" His words trailed, and he began to sweat.

He stood back up, 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 glared at me like I was a pest he wanted to get rid of. "Damn it! What's wrong with me?" he cussed again.

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

"Let go of me!" I screamed.

He froze as he heard my tiny voice.

"You have to bear with me. Something is wrong with me, and I cannot help it, but I want you," he said, as he seemed under the influence of something.

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

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

I immediately stared away from him, as his bedroom was beautiful and neat too.

I did not know 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 red dress. I felt helpless and also in need of him.

"Wait…" I felt anxious, 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 cọck, I immediately gasped. "Ha!"

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

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

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

I felt scared and wanted to push him off, as he was drunk and acting under the influence of aphrodisiac, but he was strong, and I could not push him off.

"Damn it! What's wrong with me?" he asked himself again, like he was trying to stop himself from doing what he was about to do. Next, he pinned me to the bed and parted my legs open.

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 could not stop. He kept thrusting into me with passion.

He panted and moaned as I groaned, but he seized me and continued with the steady thrust of his hips against mine. After he reached his climax, he collapsed right next to me.

I felt scared to death—as my pụssy hurt.

The man did not romance me like what I had read in romance novels. He did not pet me, nor did he try to get me ready.

He just grabbed my arms, threw me to his bed, and used me to satisfy himself. Now he snored right next to me.

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

I felt too weak to push his hands off, so I slowly shut my eyes and laid back on the bed beside him.

I woke up again before morning. I sat up on the bed and searched for my clothes to wear, but I still felt tired from the last night's events, and my head still ached.

I fell asleep again after staring at the handsome, Black man sleeping peacefully beside me.

Later, it was morning. The sun rays shone my way, and I woke up again and carefully sat up on the bed.

I stared beside me and did not see the black man on the bed. There he stood, glaring at me.

He was wrapped in a white towel and stood beside the window. He had pulled the curtains wide open to allow the sun rays on my face. He stared at me with anger-filled eyes.

"Who are you, and how did you get into my bedroom?" he asked.

I could still feel the pain between my thighs, and yet he asked me those silly questions.

He looked powerful, but I ignored him and carefully slid out of bed. I realized I was nàked, 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 charged at me, gripped my left arm, and swirled 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.

I shuddered away from him.

I quickly searched the room for my red gown, and the red pant and bra I had worn the previous day. I could still feel his cold eyes watching my every move.

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

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

I wore my red pant and bra immediately and fumbled to wear my red gown.

I had luck, as there was no zip on my red gown. I searched the sitting room for my red purse that I had come with the previous night, and I remembered that my red purse was still in his bedroom, with the strange man I had just had a one-night stand with—if I could even call it a one-night.

I paused and knocked on his bedroom door. His domineering aura frightened me, but still my hands shook as I knocked, because 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 apologized.

I saw him standing beside the king-size bed, on a phone call. I quickly rushed into his room, took my purse from the drawer, and darted out of the house.

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

"Good morning, miss. Please wait, let me—" he spoke.

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