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**Thelma**

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

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

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

My thighs were still hurting 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 me. 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 be on my way home now, sir."

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

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

I gulped and followed him. He took me out of the living room, which was extremely big, and 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 while I sat nervously, still feeling the throbbing between my thighs. I watched the road as the cab driver in his yellow T-shirt drove toward LX Hotel.

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

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

"Where did you go last night?" Steven yelled at me. I knew they were all worried sick since I hadn't picked up my phone calls and had left the hotel the previous night.

"Thelma!" Steven roared my name. He was 30 years old and dark-skinned too.

"I went to see someone," I lied.

"See someone with all these red marks all over your face and neck? Who?" Steven's eyes bore into me angrily. I had always known that he loved me, and he had never accepted the fact that he was my adopted brother, as he planned to court me secretly.

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

Steven stood with the stationed guards as he watched me get into my yellow car. He waved over to the two guards standing behind him, saying, "Let's go."

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

I was nervous and scared, so I drove back home to face my family, while Steven and the second car with the guards followed 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 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 around the hotel," my father asked, his cold, burning eyes piercing through me. I could see my mom standing worriedly beside him.

"I went to see a friend," 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 me in a slightly threatening tone. It was indeed my first time celebrating my birthday in a hotel, and I was 24 years old.

Father continued to glare 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 was breathing heavily, remembering the angry look on my father's face. I immediately locked my room door, not wanting the maids to disturb me either.

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 yet 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 in horror at what I saw.

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

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

I had red marks all over my yellow breasts, clearly showing how hard the ruthless cold man had sucked on me the previous night.

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

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

I stared at my reflection again, removing my bra to look at my swollen red buds.

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

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

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

"But madam sent me to dress you," Elsa insisted from outside my room.

I replied, "Shut up and wait. When I need you, I will send for you."

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

Elsa was my favorite handmaid among the five personal maids I had. I quickly rushed to my bathroom to take a bath, wanting to wash away all traces of that handsome cold man.

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

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

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

His silver, colorless eyes haunted me, and I sighed as I walked toward my bed, sitting down while wrapped in a long white towel.