Chapter 3

**Thelma's POV**

"Let go of me!" I screamed as I was caught by two masculine bodyguards downstairs in the mansion's living room. They thought I was a thief and held me tightly, refusing to let me go.

I saw an old man with a full white beard, and his hair was gray-white. He had silver-looking eyes and wore a long white garment. He walked out and initially stared at me in confusion. He stopped and spoke to the two bodyguards who had seized me, "Please, release the young lady."

"Yes, sir," the two bodyguards said, as they released me. I dusted my arms irritably where the two huge men had gripped me.

My core was still hurting from how the handsome man in the bedroom had made love to me so hard, and I was still smelling of his masculine scent.

"Who... are... you?" the old man with extremely white gray hair and a beard asked me. I greeted him first, "Good morning, sir."

I assumed he was related to the man in the bedroom with whom I had slept, so I said, "I have to be on my way home now, sir."

I saw the old man smile at me understandingly, and he said, "Alright. Thompson, open the gate for her."

"Okay, sir," one of the bodyguards replied. He spoke to me, "Come with me, Miss."

I followed Thompson as he took me outside the mansion, walking towards the exit gate while he unlocked it for me.

I was grateful not to be followed outside.

I immediately ran towards the bus stop as I saw a yellow taxi approaching.

I flagged the taxi driver and told him, "To LX Hotel."

"5k, madam," the taxi driver replied, and I immediately slid into the back seat and shut the cab door. I told him, "Drive."

The taxi driver started the car engine and drove off. I was nervous as I sat uneasily, feeling the throbbing in between my thighs.

I watched the road as the taxi driver in a yellow T-shirt and black trouser drove the car down to LX Hotel.

I quickly stepped out of the car, and paid for my ride, rushing into the hotel premises to get my Ferrari car.

As I stepped into the hotel premises, my father's son, Steven Sebastian, stared at me angrily as he strode up to meet me.

"Where did you go last night?" Steven yelled at me, and I knew they were all worried sick about me. Since I didn't pick up my phone calls and had left the hotel last night.

"Thelma!" Steven roared my name again. He was 36 years old and a black guy too.

"I went to see someone," I lied.

"See someone with all these red marks all over your face and neck? Who?" Steven's blue eyes stared at me angrily. I had always known that he loved me, and he had never accepted the fact that he was my adopted brother.

"Leave me alone, Steven. I'm already going home." I told him, and immediately ran towards my yellow Ferrari, in need of a good bath to wash off, that man's scent off me.

Steven stood silently with the two bodyguards that accompanied him. He watched me get into my car and waved to the two guards standing behind him, "Let's go."

I stared at the rearview mirror and saw Steven and the two bodyguards walk back to their cars.

I sighed in relief, started my car engine, and drove out of the hotel parking lot, heading home to my father's mansion.

I was nervous, scared, and drove the yellow Ferrari home to face my family, with Steven and the second car with the bodyguards following behind.

*****

I arrived home in front of my family mansion, drove my car into the garage, and parked. I saw my father standing at the mansion's front, his eyes blue glowering angrily at me.

I stepped out of my yellow car and walked up to the mansion front to face my father. It was a bright Saturday morning.

"Where did you go without answering your phone calls last night and this morning? The guards said they couldn't find you anywhere in the hotel," Father asked me angrily, his cold blue eyes burning into me.

I saw my mother standing worriedly beside him, and I lied, "I went to see my friend."

"Shut your mouth, Thelma, and go inside now. This will be the last time you'll leave this house to celebrate your birthday in a hotel, silly girl," Father warned me. It was indeed my first time celebrating my birthday in a hotel, even though I was 24 years old.

Father continued to stare at me irritably while I rushed up the mansion front and into the house.

I ran passed my parents as I was scared and rushed upstairs to my bedroom.

I was breathing heavily, remembering the angry look on my father's face, and I immediately locked my bedroom door. 

I didn't need the maids to disturb me either, as I was treated like a princess at home, with up to five maids attending to me.

I couldn't believe that my center was still throbbing from what that cold man had done to me.

I wasn't even paid, yet he didn't take it lightly with me.

"Did he think I was a prostitute?" I asked myself, as I walked up to my bedroom's full-length mirror to stare at my face.

My room was painted in cream colors, and I gasped at the horror of what I saw in the mirror. "What?"

My neck had hickeys and red love marks all over, and worst of all, my lips looked swollen.

My chest was covered with red marks too. I was forced to take off my red gown to stare at my full chest and my reflection in the room mirror.

I had red marks on my full yellow breasts too, showcasing how hard the ruthless cold man had sucked on me last night.

At some point, I got scared of the way he was sucking on my breasts like I was his mother and he was my baby.

"Shit! No wonder Steven was staring at me so angrily. And Father... Did he also notice that I was no longer a virgin?"

I stared at my reflection again in the room mirror, removed my bra, and stared at my full, swollen, red nipples.

I frowned and heard a knock on my bedroom door. I screamed out, "Who's there?"

"It's me, Elsa," my handmaid replied, and I told her, "Go away, I don't need your help now."

"But madam sent me to dress you up," Elsa replied from outside my room door. I told her, "Shut up, Elsa, and go away! Wait... When I need you, I will send for you."

"Okay..." I heard Elsa reply, and I sighed as I heard her footsteps finally walking away.

Elsa was my favorite handmaid among all the five maids we had at home.

I sighed and quickly rushed to my bathroom to bathe; I really needed to wash away the lingering scent of that handsome cold man.

The way he had stared at me as if I had stolen something from him baffled me.

I sighed as I sank into the white bathtub that gradually filled with warm, lukewarm water.

I relaxed and took my bath, and after I was through, I stepped out and walked back into my bedroom again to dress up, still in pain from the intense encounter with the strange man.

I still smelled of him even after my bath, and his earthy scent lingered in my nostrils.

His silver, colorless eyes haunted me too. I sighed and walked towards my pink bed to sit, still wrapped in a long white towel.