Chapter 0003

THELMA SEBASTIAN:

"Let go of me!" I screamed as two muscular bodyguards caught me in the living room of the mansion. They thought I was a thief and held me firmly, refusing to let me go.

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

"Yes, Grandmaster," the two bodyguards replied as they released me. I irritably dusted off my arms where those two silly giants had gripped me.

My pụssy was still hurting from how the handsome black man in the room had pounded me, and I could still smell his scent.

"Who are you?" the old man asked, his extremely white hair reflecting the light. I greeted him first, "Good morning, sir."

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

The old man smiled at me with understanding and said, "Alright. Thompson, open the gate for her."

"Okay, Grandmaster," Thompson, one of the bodyguards, replied. He turned to me and said, "Come with me, Miss."

I followed him outside the mansion as he walked towards the gate and unlocked it for me.

I felt grateful that I wasn't followed outside.

I immediately ran toward the bus stop and saw a yellow taxi approaching.

I ordered the taxi driver to stop and told him, "To LX Hotel."

"$500 madam," the taxi driver replied. I slid into the back seat and shut the cab door. I instructed, "Drive."

The taxi driver started the engine and drove off. I felt nervous as I sat there, uneasy and aware of the throbbing between my thighs.

I watched the road as the taxi driver, wearing a yellow T-shirt, drove toward the LX Hotel.

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

As I stepped into the hotel, my father's adopted son, Steven Sebastian, strode up to me angrily.

"Where did you go last night?" Steven yelled, and I knew they were all worried sick since I hadn’t picked up my phone and had left the hotel without telling anyone.

"Thelma!" Steven roared again. He was 30 years old and also black.

"I went to see someone," I lied.

"See someone with all these red marks all over your face and neck? Who?" Steven glared at me. I had always known that he loved me but had never accepted the fact that he was my adopted brother.

"Leave me alone, Steven. I'm going home," I said as I immediately ran toward my yellow car, in desperate need of a good bath to wash away the icy man's scent.

Steven stood silently with the two bodyguards who accompanied him as I got into my yellow car. He waved to the guards standing behind him and said, "Let's go."

I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Steven and the two bodyguards walking back to their cars.

Sighing in relief, I started my yellow car’s engine and drove out of the hotel parking lot, heading home.

I felt nervous and scared, driving my yellow Ferrari home to face my family, while Steven and the second car with the bodyguards drove behind me.

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I arrived home in front of my family mansion and drove my yellow car into the garage to park. I could see my father standing at the mansion's entrance, his eyes glowering angrily at me.

I stepped out of my car and walked up to face my father on that 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 angrily, his cold blue eyes burning like coals.

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

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

Father continued staring at me irritably while I rushed up the steps to the mansion and quickly entered.

I ran past my parents, scared, and retreated upstairs to my bedroom.

I breathed heavily, remembering the angry look on my father's face, and immediately locked my bedroom door as I stepped inside. I didn’t need the maids to disturb me. I was treated like a princess at home, with five maids attending to me.

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

I wasn’t even paid yet, and it felt like he hadn’t taken it lightly with me.

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

My room was painted in cream, and I gasped at the horror reflected in the mirror. "What?!"

I had hickeys and red love marks all over my neck and cheeks, and worst of all, my lips were red and swollen.

My chest bore red marks as well. I was forced to take off my red gown to inspect my full chest and my reflection in the mirror.

There were red marks on my breasts, evidently showing how hard the ruthless cold man had sucked on me the previous night.

At some point, I became scared at how he had sucked on my breasts as if I were his mother and he was my baby.

"Damn it! No wonder Steven stared at me so angrily, and did Father notice that I was no longer a virgin?"

I stared at my reflection again in the mirror, removing my bra to inspect my swollen red nipples.

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

"It's me, Elsa," my maid replied.

"Go away! I don't need your help right now," I told her.

"But Madam sent me to dress you up," Elsa said from outside my room.

I replied, "Shut up, Elsa, and go away! When I need you, I will call for you."

"Okay..." I heard Elsa say before her footsteps walked away.

Elsa was my favorite maid among the five we had at home.

I sighed and rushed to my bathroom to bathe, needing to rid myself of the lingering scent of that handsome cold man.

The way he had stared at me as if I had stolen something confused me.

I sank into the white bathtub and filled it with warm water.

Relaxing in the bath, I took my time, but when I was finished, I stepped out and walked back to my bedroom to get dressed. I was still in pain from the hot encounter I had with that stranger.

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

His silverish, colorless eyes haunted me as well. I sighed and walked toward my bed to sit, still wrapped in a long white towel.