Addicted To A Billionaire

[Thelma's POV] I sat up carefully on the bed as I stared at the Black American man sleeping beside me. It was 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? My best friends, Sandra and Ella, had ridiculed me because I was still a virgin at twenty-four years old. The realization that I looked stupid before them pained me. I rushed down to the nearby club to gulp down any available liquor they had and to forget my sorrows. Then a man approached me and asked, “Hello, miss.” I stared back at him and wondered what he wanted, but I was too sad to listen to him. He grabbed the bottle from my hands and dragged me along to follow him. “Who are you? Let me go!!” I screamed as I wore a slim-fitted long red gown with black low-heeled shoes. I was the only daughter of my billionaire parents and also the sole heiress of B.H Group. The people around in the bar did no

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, so they held me tightly and refused to let me go. An old man with a full white beard and white hair stepped out. He had silver-looking eyes and wore a long white garment. He stared at me in confusion at first, then spoke to the two bodyguards who were holding me. “Release the lady.” “Yes, Grand Master,” the two bodyguards replied immediately. They let go of me, and I dusted my arms irritably where the two huge men had gripped me. My bottom was still hurting from how intensely the handsome man upstairs had pounded into me, and I still smelled of his scent. “Who… are… you?” the old man with extremely white-grey hair asked. I greeted him. “Good morning, sir.” I assumed he was related to the dark man who had slept with me, so I said, “I have to be on my way home now, sir.” The old black man smiled faintly at me and replied, “Alright. Thompson,

Mavin After my bath, I stepped into my bedroom and put on a casual blue top and black trousers. I walked to the mirror to comb my short black hair—I didn’t keep a beard—and noticed sore, finger-shaped scratch marks on my neck. I knew they were Thelma’s doing. I frowned as my mind replayed the moment I had entered her warmth. The memory of what had happened between us was slowly returning. No matter how hard I tried, I hadn’t been able to stop myself the previous night. My head ached at the recollection and I groaned in annoyance. “Damn it!” The medicine—or whatever drug Sir Adam had given me—had mostly worn off, yet I was still having hot flashes and a headache. I decided I would warn Sir Adam never to try such nonsense again or to follow my grandfather’s orders, or else he would be fired and thrown in jail. Sir Adam was a fifty-three-year-old man who had been with me for a long time. He liked calling me “boss,” saying it motivated him and reminded him of my rank and who I was i

Thelma I woke up in my bedroom as it was a brand new day. I sat up carefully on my bed and finally slid out of it. I walked up to my room window and pushed the curtains slightly open to stare out at my father’s garage. I saw my elder brother, Steven Sebastian, standing there speaking to a bodyguard outside in our garage. Steven felt my intense gaze on him. He turned and stared upward at my room window, but I quickly shut the curtains. I wasn’t ready to greet him. I knew it would lead to me shouting, “Good morning, brother,” but I wasn’t ready for all that greeting. I still felt embarrassed by the fact that I had looked so red the previous day in front of them, plastered with love-bite marks all over my skin and face. I had to do my business training since I had graduated, but I didn’t know if my father would allow me to go outside the mansion again and work with the company I had chosen and submitted my application to. My mother didn’t want me to learn under Steven. I had sub

Thelma's POV:I picked up an orange scarf in my closet and wrapped it around my neck, before walking out of my room and going downstairs to the living room to find my parents, as the day was Sunday and the time was still after 10 a.m.Walking downstairs into our living room, I heard my father's voice as he was speaking to my mom, and I stepped into the living room, meeting their gazes. They stopped discussing as they heard my footsteps, and I stood frozen like a sacrificial lamb waiting to be slaughtered."Good afternoon, Dad, Mom," I nervously greeted my parents, and I could feel the tense aura in the living room, as my dad stared at me, and I heard him respond, "Good morning, Thelma. Aren't you going to church today?""No, Dad," I breathed out in relief, as I had thought my dad would reprimand me at home because of what I had done the day before yesterday, which was Friday night. But Dad was rather smiling at me, and that made me a little curious to know why he had that bright smile