Chapter 3

**Thelma**

"Let go of me!!" I screamed as I was caught by two dark-skinned masculine bodyguards downstairs. They probably thought I was a thief, and they held me tightly, refusing to let me go.

I saw an old man with a full head of white hair and a beard. He had silver-looking eyes and wore a long white garment. He walked out and stared at me in confusion before speaking to the two bodyguards who had seized me. "Release the lady."

"Yes, Grand Master." The two bodyguards immediately released me, and I dusted off my arms irritably where the two huge men had gripped me.

My core still hurt from how intensely the dark, handsome man in the room had pounded me, and I could still smell his scent.

"Who... are... you?" The old man with extremely white hair asked. I greeted him, "Good morning, sir."

I assumed he was related to the dark man who had slept with me, and I said, "I have to go home now, sir."

I saw the old black man smile faintly and reply, "Alright. Thompson, open the gate for her."

"Okay, Grand Master." One of the hefty guards replied, and the man named Thompson said to me, "Come with me."

I gulped and followed him. He took me out of the living room; the mansion was extremely large. As we stepped outside, he unlocked the gate for me. I was grateful for that, as I wasn't being followed outside.

I immediately ran to the bus stop and saw a cab approaching. I quickly ordered the cab driver, "LX Hotel."

"5K, madam," the cab driver replied, and I slid into the back seat.

I shut the door and said, "Drive."

The cab driver started the engine and drove off. Nervousness washed over me as I sat uneasily, still feeling the throbbing between my thighs. I watched the road as the cab driver in a yellow T-shirt drove towards LX Hotel.

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

As I entered, my father's adopted son, Steven Sebastian, stared at me angrily as he strode up to meet me.

"Where did you fucking go last night?!" Steven yelled at me. I knew they were all worried sick since I hadn't picked up my phone or returned to the hotel the entire night.

"Thelma!!" Steven roared my name. He was 36 years old and also dark-skinned.

"I went to see someone," I lied, avoiding his gaze. 

"See someone with all these red marks all over your face and neck? Who?" Steven's eyes glared at me furiously. I had always known that he cared for me, and he never accepted the fact that he was my adopted brother; he secretly claimed he was my brother.

"Leave me alone. I'm going home." I immediately ran to my yellow car, as I really needed a good bath to wash that icy man's scent off me.

Steven stood with the two stationed guards, watching me get into my car. He waved to the two guards standing behind him. "Let's go."

I glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw Steven and the two guards walk back to their cars. I sighed in relief as I started my yellow car and drove out of the hotel parking lot.

Nervous and scared, I drove back home to face my family, with Steven and the second car of guards following closely behind me.

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I arrived in front of my family mansion, drove into the garage, and parked. I could see my father standing at the mansion's entrance, his eyes burning angrily at me.

I stepped out of my yellow car and walked up to face my father; it was a bright Sunday morning...

"Where did you go without answering your phone last night and this morning? The guards reported that they couldn't find you anywhere around the hotel," Father asked me with cold, piercing eyes. I could also see my mother standing worriedly beside him.

"I went to see my friend, Father," I lied.

"Shut your mouth and go inside. This is the last time you're leaving this house to celebrate your birthday in a hotel," Father warned in a stern tone. It was indeed my first time celebrating my birthday in a hotel, and I was now 24 years old.

Father continued to stare at me irritably as I rushed into the mansion, passing by both him and my mother as I hurried back upstairs to my bedroom.

I breathed heavily, remembering the angry look on my father's face. I locked my room door, not wanting the maids to disturb me.

I was treated like a princess at home, with up to five maids attending to me.

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

I hadn’t even been paid, and he hadn’t taken it lightly with me.

"Did he think I was a prostitute?" I asked myself as I walked up to my bedroom mirror. My room was painted in cream, and I gasped, "What?!" at the horror of what I saw.

My neck had hickeys, and there were red marks all over my body. Worst of all, my lips looked red and swollen.

My chest was also covered in red marks, and I was forced to remove my red gown to stare at my full chest and my reflection in the mirror.

Red marks dotted my full yellow breasts, clearly showing how hard the ruthless cold man had sucked on me the previous night.

At some points, I felt scared by the way he had sucked on my breasts, as if I were his mother and he was my baby.

"Damn! No wonder Steven was staring at me so angrily. Did Father notice I'm no longer a virgin?"

I stared at my reflection again, removed my bra, and looked closely at my swollen red buds.

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

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

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

“Shut up and wait. When I need you, I will call for you.”

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

Elsa was my favorite maid among the five personal maids I had. I sighed and rushed to my bathroom to bathe, wanting to remove all traces of that handsome cold man from me.

The way he had stared at me, as if I stole something from him, puzzled me. I sighed as I sank into the white bathtub, gradually filling it with warm water.

I relaxed and took my bath. Afterward, I stepped out and walked back into my bedroom, still in pain from the intense encounter with the strange man.

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

His silver, colorless eyes continued to haunt me. I sighed and walked toward my bed to sit up, wrapped in a long white towel.