Addicted To A Billionaire

Thelma's POV:I was in the hotel celebrating my birthday with my two best friends, Sandra and Ella. Next, Ella laughed mockingly and asked, "Guess who is still a virgin at the age of 24?" Thelma Sabastain!"I was embarrassed, and before I knew it, I ran out of the event hall and went to the clubroom to gulp down any available liquor that they had. I was pained, realizing how stupid I looked before Ella, Sandra, and the rest of our friends, whom they invited on my behalf to celebrate with me in the LX Hotel and suites.I sat in front of the bartender and requested an alcoholic drink, but as I was about to drink the liquor in my glass cup, a man in a black suit approached me and grabbed the cup away from my hands."What!" I exclaimed before I had a chance to question the man's identity. He dragged me up and out of the clubroom in a possessive grip."Who are you? Let me go! Help!" I screamed out, realizing I wasn't with my bodyguards."Calm down, miss," said the man, who was holding my le

Thelma's POV "What! Who're you? Let go of me!" Two masculine bodyguards caught me downstairs in the mansion and in the living room, causing me to scream out in fear. They thought I was a thief, caught me, and held me strongly. They refused to let me go.I saw an old man with full white beards, and the hair on his head was gray-white too. He had silver-like eyes, and as he walked out, he stared at me in confusion. He was wearing a long white garment. He stopped and spoke to the two bodyguards who had seized me: "Release the young lady.""Yes, grand master." The two bodyguards released me. I irritably dusted my arms where the two foolish, huge men had gripped me just now. The handsome black man in the room had repeatedly pounded me to the point where my thighs continued to ache, and I could still smell his scent."Who are you?" The old man with extremely white gray hair on his head and beard asked me, and I greeted him first, saying, "Good morning, sir." I assumed he was related to the

Mavin's POVI finished bathing in my pristine white bathroom, and I walked out, wrapped in a long white towel around my waist. I could feel the finger-scratched marks around my neck, then I walked up to my mirror to examine my face and stared at my neck.I can vividly recall the events of last night. The moment I took control of myself, I pulled the lady named Thelma into an embrace. I remember kissing her; I sucked on her big boobs. "Damn it!" This is so unlike me, Mavin."I hadn't been intimate with a woman before, and I'm thinking about Thelma now. I was slowly becoming aroused. I wanted to have Thelma back. "No!" I quickly shoved away the memories and went into my closet to grab my clothes. I put on a blue shirt and black pants because I wanted to accompany my grandfather to the hospital for his medical checkup. I brushed my hair and applied a few drops of perfume to my shirt. I could still perceive that faint scent of orange all around my bedroom, and so I sprayed my perfume aroun

Thelma It was a brand new day. I sat up carefully on my bed and finally slid out of it. I walked up towards my room window and pushed the curtains slightly open to stare out at my father's garage. I saw my elder brother Steven Sabastain standing there and speaking to a bodyguard. Like Steven, felt my intense gaze on him. He turned and stared upward at my room window, but I quickly shut the curtains closed. I wasn't ready to greet him. I still felt embarrassed from the previous day when I looked so red in front of them, plastered with love kissing marks all over my skin and face. I had to do my business training as I had graduated. But I didn't know if my father would allow me to go outside of our mansion again, to work with the company that I had chosen. I submitted my application to M.W Corporation. My mother didn't want me to learn under Steven. The company had already sent me an approval email to resume with them on Monday. Since it was Sunday, I decided to inform my parents

Thelma. I picked up an orange scarf from my closet and wrapped it around my neck before walking out of my room. I went downstairs to the living room to find my parents. It was Sunday, and the time was still after 10 am. As I descended the stairs into our living room, I heard my father's voice speaking to my mother. I met their gazes as they stopped discussing upon hearing my footsteps. I stood frozen, feeling tense, like a sacrificial lamb waiting to be slaughtered. "Good morning, Dad, Mom," I nervously greeted my parents. I could feel the tension in the living room as my dad stared at me. He responded, "Good morning, Thelma. Aren't you going to church today?" "No, Dad," I breathed out in relief. I had feared my dad would reprimand me because of what had happened the day before, which was Friday. But to my surprise, Dad was smiling at me, sparking my curiosity. Instead of scolding me for the incident that occurred on Friday, he seemed pleased. I said, "I have already prayed to God