Chapter 4

**Mavin's POV**

"Who was that woman?" I stared at Sir Adam angrily. The last thing I remembered was that I had sent him to get me a glass of water while I was busy going through my grandfather's will.

Grandpa wanted me to marry by force, but I didn't want to.

I was the only son and child of my parents. My father did not marry my mother; instead, he went on and married another woman when I was young. With my mom being a stripper and club addict, Grandpa had to raise me all alone. He willed all his properties to me instead of my father and his wife.

I hated women with a passion, as I couldn't believe that my own mother was so consumed by lust and pleasure that she turned a blind eye and abandoned me when I needed her the most.

I am 35 years old now, and my grandpa wouldn't stop reminding me that I was getting old.

"Mavin, you need to marry so as to have a successor," Grandpa kept on reminding me. I am his favorite grandson.

Grandpa has other granddaughters and grandsons too, from his daughters, but he never looked at them as he did with me, whenever they visited him. As he stated, "They're all bearing their father's surname, not mine."

"You need to marry, Mavin, to give me a great-grandson before I pass away," Grandpa kept saying to me every day like a national anthem. And this time I was enraged, as that water wasn't ordinary.

I felt as hard as a rock, and I was really in need of a woman to have sex with. 

I was burning hot, and the pain I felt in my member was immeasurable, as it felt like it wanted to explode.

"Adam!! I will ask you for the last time before I involve the police. What did you do to me last night, and who was that lady that I found on my bed this morning?"

I didn't want to believe that I had slept with that pretty woman. With the way she stared at me this morning, her big round blue eyes admiring me, I was shocked. I hadn't seen a lady with such big eyes before, and they looked so pretty on her face. She blinked and stared at me like a doll.

Her skin looked so soft and pampered, and I knew from the moment I woke up and set my eyes on her that she was a rich man's daughter. Her innocence was so visible in her face and bodily movement.

As much as I hated women around me, I hadn't thought that I would sleep with one so soon. Most of my female staff knew better than to try to seduce me at work, as they would be fired immediately.

I haven't slept with a lady before, and I couldn't remember what happened between me and that pretty woman the past night. All I remembered was dragging her into my bedroom, but whether I had slept with her or not? I don't know, as my head still hurt and my memory was still vague about it.

"Tell me for the last time, what did you do to me, Sir Adam?!" I roared at Sir Adam. I was very angry and felt like grabbing Adam and beating him for daring to drug me.

He apologized, "I'm sorry, boss. Your grandfather ordered me to do it."

"To do what?" I asked him again, standing in my sitting room and glaring at him coldly.

Next, my sitting room door pushed open gently, and my grandpa walked in.

"Mavin, what's going on here?" Grandpa asked, pretending not to know.

"Good morning, Grandpa," I greeted him. I was wearing only a white towel around my waist, and he looked from Adam to me and smiled.

"You can leave us, Adam," Grandpa said, but I quickly interjected, "No, Grandpa, I haven't asked Sir Adam to leave yet."

"What's the matter, Mavin? And who was that pretty young lady I saw leaving the house earlier?" Grandpa asked.

My fist clenched when I heard his question.

"I don't know her, Grandpa. That's why I asked Sir Adam to stay," I replied coldly. I could see Grandpa pretending not to know what he had planned with our butler.

"Alright. Be quick, Mavin, as I would like you to accompany me to the hospital today," Grandpa reminded me of his medical treatment, and I groaned, "Okay, Grandpa."

I watched as my grandpa turned and exited my sitting room, while my eyes shifted back to Sir Adam.

I asked him, "Can you start speaking now! Or else I won't hesitate to fire you this minute? Who was that lady, and where did you bring her from?" I demanded to know about the lady I had supposedly slept with.

I shouldn't be concerned about her, but I wanted to know where Sir Adam had found such a pretty lady, with her blue eyes and sharp pointed nose, and how innocent she appeared.

"I met her at your hotel, boss," Sir Adam said.

"Which hotel?" I asked him.

"The LX Hotel."

"Mmm..." I frowned, knowing that was my grandfather's hotel. My grandfather had seized his company, but he couldn't seize mine unless I agreed to marry and give him a great-grandchild. Then he would release his company to me.

I wasn't against the idea of having children, but finding a good woman who would be a mother to my kids was the problem. All my past relationships had crashed, barely lasted a week or two days.

"What's her name, and which family is she from? I need you to find out more information about her and do your research to know where she's from," I instructed Adam and turned to walk back into my room.

"Alright, boss." Adam turned to leave the sitting room, and I stopped him, "Wait, Sir Adam. You haven't told me her name yet. Didn't you pay her off this morning?" I asked him, wanting to know.

The last thing I wanted was for any lady to accuse me of rape. Despite not wanting to believe that I had slept with that pretty woman, the red marks on her cheeks and neck, especially when I turned her to face me, were undeniable.

I know I must have touched her last night, and I was probably the one who left those hickeys all over her skin. She was so fair and soft, making it evident that I'd slept with her, and the thought made my muscles tense.

"She said her name is Thelma," Sir Adam said.

"Thelma who? How can you bring a lady here without checking her complete identity? Where's the bank account details you used for the transfer payment to know her name?" I asked Sir Adam. I knew that mostly rich families lived in City B, and it was either the young lady named Thelma was a rich man's daughter, or she was related to one. I didn't want to think of her as a prostitute.

"Boss, I haven't transferred any payment to her account yet. She ran away without giving me her details, and before I could get to her downstairs, Grandpa ordered Thompson to escort her outside to the gate," Sir Adam replied, and my fist clenched.

"Hmm, leave then," I dismissed Sir Adam and finally walked back into my bedroom.

I slammed my bedroom door closed as I prepared to take my bath.

I had to prepare to take Grandpa Charlie to the hospital. I stared at my white bedspread, as I love everything white and neat around me.

But my eyes fell on the red blood stain on the white bedsheet, and I gasped, "What's that stain?"

I rushed to the bedspread and picked it up, my blood boiling hot knowing exactly what it meant.

I had to gain access to LX Hotel to find out what exactly Thelma went there to do and who she was.

"But why do I care about her anyway? It was a one-night stand between us. There's no need for me to see her again. I dislike women, and I don't plan to speak with her again too," I encouraged myself, tossing the white bedspread onto the floor.

I immediately called the maids to come and tidy up my bedroom and to pick up the stained white bedspread before I went into my bathroom to bathe.

The sun was still rising gradually toward the earth's surface, and I hurried with my bath to escort my grandfather to the hospital.