Addicted To A Billionaire

**Thelma POV:**I sat up carefully on the bed and stared at the dark-skinned, handsome man sleeping beside me.It was an unforgettable, hot night between us, and I could remember how it all started.I was ridiculed by my two best friends, Sandra and Ella, for still being a virgin at 24 years old. They laughed at me seriously, and I was pained to realize that I looked so stupid in front of them.I rushed down to the hotel clubroom to gulp down any available liquor, hoping to forget the bullying. But a man in a black suit approached me and spoke, "Hello, miss."I stared back at his face, wondering who he was and what he wanted from me. But I was too sorrowful to listen.He grabbed the bottle from my hands and pulled me outside the clubroom. I was puzzled to be dragged out by a total stranger."Who are you? Let me go at once!" I screamed, wearing a red, slim-fitted gown and black low-heeled shoes. As the only daughter of my billionaire parents and the sole heir of BeeH Group, I expected p

**Thelma's POV**"Let go of me!" I screamed as I was caught by two masculine bodyguards in the living room downstairs of the mansion. They thought I was a thief and held me tightly, refusing to let me go.I saw an old man with a full white beard, and his hair was gray as well. He had silver-looking eyes and wore a long white garment. He stopped and spoke to the two bodyguards who had seized me, saying, "Release the young lady.""Yes, Grandpa," the two bodyguards replied. They released me, and I dusted off my arms irritably where the two large men had gripped me.My thighs were still hurting from how the handsome black man in the room had pounded me so hard, and I still smelled of his scent."Who are you?" the old man with the extremely white hair and beard asked. I greeted him first, "Good morning, sir."I assumed he was related to the black man I had slept with and said, "I have to be on my way home now, sir."The old man smiled at me understandingly and said, "Alright. Thompson, open

**Mavin's POV**After my bath, I stepped out to my bedroom to put on a casual blue top and black trousers.I walked towards my room mirror to comb my short black hair, as I didn’t keep a beard. I noticed sore, scratched marks around my neck. I knew those were Thelma’s doing.I frowned as I began to remember the moment I had entered her warmth. I was starting to recall what had happened between me and Thelma.I couldn’t bring myself to stop thinking about the previous night, no matter how hard I tried, and my head ached with the memories, causing me to groan in annoyance."Damn it!" Even though the medicine or whatever drug Sir Adam gave me had worn off, I was still experiencing hot flashes and headaches.I thought about warning Sir Adam again, never to try such nonsense on me again or to follow my grandpa’s orders. Otherwise, he would be fired and dealt with—perhaps even thrown in jail.Sir Adam is a 53-year-old man who has been with me for a long time and likes calling me "boss." He s

Thelma Sabastain.I woke up in my bedroom to a brand new day. Carefully, I sat up on my bed and eventually slid out of it. I walked over to my window and slightly pushed the curtains open to get a glimpse of my father's garage. There, I saw my elder brother, Steven Sabastain, talking to a bodyguard. It was as though Steven could feel my intense gaze on him; he turned and looked up at my window. I quickly shut the curtains, as I wasn't ready to greet him.I knew that it would warrant me shouting, "Good morning, brother," but I wasn't ready for all that. I was still embarrassed about looking so red the previous day in front of them, with love bite marks plastered all over my skin and face.I was supposed to start my business training since I had graduated, but I wasn't sure if my father would allow me to leave the mansion to work at the company I had chosen and submitted my application to. My mother didn't want me to learn under Steven. I had submitted my application to MW Group, and the

Thelma Sabastain.I picked up an orange scarf from my closet and wrapped it around my neck before heading out of my room. I went downstairs to the living room to find my parents, as it was still just after 10 a.m. on a Sunday. As I descended the staircase, I heard my father's voice as he spoke with my mom. Upon entering the living room and meeting their gaze, they stopped their conversation when they heard my footsteps. I stood frozen, feeling like a sacrificial lamb waiting to be slaughtered."Good afternoon, Dad, Mom," I greeted them nervously, sensing the tense atmosphere in the room. My dad looked at me and responded, "Good morning, Thelma. Aren't you going to church today?""No, Dad," I breathed in relief, having feared that he would reprimand me for my actions on Friday. Instead, he smiled at me, which piqued my curiosity. Rather than glaring at me for any perceived shame. I replied, "I've already prayed in my room, Dad.""That's alright, Thelma. So why are you all dressed up? Wh