Addicted To A Billionaire

THELMA:

I sat up carefully on the bed and stared at the handsome Black man sleeping beside me.

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

How had it all started?

My best friends, Sandra and Ella, had ridiculed me for still being a virgin at twenty-four years old. I felt pained at the realization that I looked stupid before them.

I rushed down to the club nearby to gulp down any available liquor and to forget my sorrows. Then a man approached me.

"Hello, miss," he said.

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

He grabbed the bottle from my hands and dragged me along with him.

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

I was the only daughter of my billionaire parents and the sole heir of BeeH Group. The people in the bar did not dare to interfere, as they all remained absent-minded, drinking from their own bottles.

"Calm down, miss. I don't mean any harm," the man said.

I paused and stared up at his face. He wore a black suit and looked older than me—a middle-aged man, probably in his forties.

I had never fantasized about an affair with an old man fit to be my uncle's age-mate, and I immediately struggled to pull my hands away from his hold.

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

"If you don't mean any harm, then let go of my hands," I said.

He sighed and quickly spoke. "Look, miss, I need your help, and I think you're the best lady suitable for the job."

"What job?" I asked as my sharp blue eyes stared at his dark face.

I wondered if he was a boss or a servant. 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 in complexion—slender—and he said, "Look, miss. I know that you don't know me. But I saw you when you rushed in here, and I could understand that you're heartbroken."

"So what do you need me for?" I asked.

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 in utmost disbelief.

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

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

I wanted to protest.

First, I did not know him.

Secondly, I had never gone out with a stranger before. My father's bodyguards always guarded me heavily.

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

I thought it best to follow the elderly man, as he looked responsible and honest from his looks and calm body. More likely, I wanted to lose my virginity quickly to avoid my friends ridiculing me again.

My father wanted to trade me for marriage with a top billionaire's son, but he had not 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 back seat of his black car. He drove me out of the luxurious hotel while two guards sat in the back seat in silence. 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 in front of me.

"Step down, miss," the middle-aged man said.

I remembered that I had not asked him his name yet.

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

I gulped as I followed the man into the magnificent building that stood in my view.

The building looked as powerful as my father's mansion. 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. They bowed to me respectfully too, while I waved my left hand in dismissal at them. 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. The house was a magnificent two-storey building.

Sir Adam paused and spoke. "My boss is inside. Please wait here first, miss. Let me attend to him first."

I felt 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 felt scared and at the same time curious as I admired the artistic paintings on the wall—warriors of ancient times.

I stood admiring the beautiful view of the second floor until Sir Adam 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 fret as the cold air from the air conditioning blew against my fair skin.

I stepped into the large sitting room, which was painted in white. Every item in there seemed invisible to me, as it was all white.

"Look, miss, just do whatever my boss wants. 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 was what Sir Adam thought of me when he saw me rush into the clubbing area.

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

"Is this a joke? Pay me how much?" I asked inquisitively, as though I was not broke. I was a billionaire and owned a black card. So how much did Sir Adam think he could pay me?

"One million," he spoke.

I chuckled.

"I'm worth more than that, sir. I cannot go in there. I'm scared," I replied.

I was afraid of who the man in the bedroom was—the one Sir Adam asked me to go in and see.

"Please, miss," Sir Adam begged.

"Call me Thelma," I replied. I did not want to mention my father's last name, Sebastian. It was easy for anyone in City B to note who my father was, since my family was the richest in City B.

"Okay, Miss Thelma, but we cannot continue to delay my boss. Just name how much you want, and I will speak to the old master about it."

"The old master? Who is that?" I inquired.

"Who's there?" a deep, masculine voice asked from within the room door in front of me.

I froze. The voice sounded powerful and cold.

"Please go in, Miss Thelma. I will be outside waiting." Sir Adam quickly sneaked out of the sitting room and shut the door, leaving only me in the room.