Addicted To A Billionaire

Thelma,

I sat up carefully on the bed as I stared at the handsome dark-skinned man sleeping beside me.

It had been an unforgettable, hot night between us, and I could still feel the flesh between my thighs throbbing from how hard he had pounded me the previous night.

How did it all start?

I had been ridiculed by my best friends, Sandra and Ella, for still being a virgin at 24 years old, and I was pained at the realization that I looked stupid in front of them.

I rushed down to the nearby club, gulping down any available liquor to forget my sorrows. Then a man approached me and said, "Hello, miss."

I stared back at him, wondering what he wanted, but I was too sad to listen.

The man grabbed the bottle from my hands and dragged me along to follow him.

"Who are you? Let me go!" I screamed, as I was wearing a slim-fitted, long red gown with black low-heel shoes.

I was the only daughter of my billionaire parents and the sole heir of the BeeH Group. The people in the bar didn't dare to interfere, as they were all preoccupied with their own drinking.

"Calm down, miss. I don't mean any harm," the man said, and I paused and looked up at his face.

He wore a black suit and looked older than me, probably in his 40s.

I had never fantasized about having an affair with an older man who could be my uncle's age, and I immediately struggled to pull my hands away from his hold.

"Calm down, miss. I don't mean any harm," the man repeated as he took me to the corner of the bar.

"If you don't mean any harm, then let go of my hands," I said, and he sighed and quickly spoke, "Look, miss, I need your help, and I think you're the best lady for the job."

"What job?" I asked him, my sharp blue eyes staring at his dark face.

I wondered if he was a boss or a servant, as in City B, only billionaires could afford to live there, and I wondered what help the black man standing before me needed.

I was fair-complexioned and pretty, and he said, "Look, miss. I know you don't know me, but I saw you rush in here, and I could tell you were heartbroken."

"So what do you need me for?" I asked him, and he released my left hand, the one he had dragged me with, and said, "I want you to accompany me to spend a night with my boss."

"What? Your... your what?" I asked him again, in disbelief.

I was the daughter of the richest man in City B. How could this man be offering me such a task?

Well, I already looked heartbroken from my two best friends' insult, and I heard him say, "I will pay you heavily, miss, but please come with me first, as I don't have much time to delay."

I wanted to protest with him. First, I didn't know him. Secondly, I hadn't gone out with a stranger before, as I was always heavily guarded by my father's bodyguards.

My dad didn't easily allow me out of his sight, and in the bar I had rushed into, my dad's security men were still outside and in the grand floor, where my friends and I had previously been celebrating my birthday in the private hall before they laughed at me.

I thought it best to follow the elderly man, as he looked responsible and honest from his looks and calm demeanor, and more importantly, I wanted to lose my virginity quickly to avoid my friends' ridicule.

My father wanted to trade me for marriage with a top billionaire's son, but he hadn't found the right match for me yet, one that met his requirements for the type of groom he wanted for me.

I silently followed the man, and we got into the backseat of his car, while he drove me out of the luxurious hotel. I could see two guards seated in the backseat of the car in silence as I sat in the front passenger seat with him.

We arrived at a magnificent building, and I wondered who owned the powerful mansion that stood before me.

"Step down, miss," the middle-aged man said to me, and I remembered that I hadn't even asked him his name yet.

I gulped and stepped down, and he said, "Come with me."

I gulped as I followed the man into the magnificent, powerful building that stood before me.

The building looked as powerful as my father's mansion, and I could see all the stationed guards around, standing guard over the magnificent building.

"Welcome, Sir Adam," the maids greeted the old man who had brought me into the mansion, and they bowed to me respectfully as well, while I waved my left hand in dismissal to them, and I could see Sir Adam looked surprised by my action.

"Come with me, miss," Sir Adam said, and I followed him.

We walked upstairs to the second floor, as the house was a magnificent two-story building, and he paused and said, "My boss is inside. Please wait here first, miss, let me attend to him first."

"Okay," I said. I was scared and curious to know who the boss of the magnificent building was. Was he my father's age-mate, or a young, handsome man like me?

I was scared and curious as I admired the artistic paintings on the wall, which were of warriors from ancient times.

I stood admiring the beautiful view of the second floor when Sir Adam later stepped out and said to me, "Come in, miss."

I gulped and followed him into the sitting room.

I could feel all the air in my body stand up in dread as the cold air from the air conditioning blew against my skin.

I stepped into the sitting room, which was painted in white, and everything in it seemed invisible to me, as it was all white.

"Look, miss, just do whatever my boss wants, as I've drugged him to have sex with you."

"What?!" My eyes widened at the revelation.

"I'm not a prostitute," I said, in case that's what Sir Adam thought of me when he saw me rush into the club.

"I know, miss. Just go in there and you'll meet my boss. I promise to pay you heavily as discussed, and I'll take you back home to wherever you came from safely."

"Is this a joke? Pay me how much?" I asked inquisitively, as though I wasn't broke and was a billionaire too, with a black card.

So how much did Sir Adam think he could pay me?

"1 million naira," he spoke, and I chuckled.

"I'm worth more than that, sir. I can't go in there, I'm scared," I replied, afraid of who the man in the bedroom was that Sir Adam was asking me to go see.

"Please, miss," Sir Adam begged me.

"Call me Thelma," I said, as I didn't want to mention my father's last name, Sebastian, as that would make it easy for anyone in City B to figure out who my father was, being that my family was the richest in the city.

"Okay, Miss Thelma, but we can't keep delaying. Just name how much you want, and I'll speak to my old master about it."

"Your old master? Who's that?" I asked. Just then, I heard a deep, magnetic voice thundered from within the room in front of me, "Who's there?"

I froze as the masculine voice sounded so powerful and very cold.

"Please go in, Miss Thelma. I'll be outside waiting," Sir Adam quickly sneaked out of the sitting room, shutting the door on me and leaving me alone in the white room.