Addicted To A Billionaire

THELMA:

I sat up carefully on the bed as I stared at the dark-skinned, handsome 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?

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

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

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

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

"Hey! Who are you? Let me go!!" I screamed. 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 to B.H Group. The people in the bar didn’t dare to interfere; they were all absent-minded, drinking from their own bottles.

"Calm down, miss. I don’t mean any harm," the man said to me. I paused and stared up at his face.

He wore a tailored black suit and looked older than me, like a middle-aged man, probably in his 40s.

I had never fantasized about having an affair with an old man who could be my uncle’s age-mate. I immediately struggled to pull my hands 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. I think you’re the best lady for the job."

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

I wondered if he was a boss or a servant. In City B, only billionaires could afford to live there. What help could the black man standing before me need?

I am fair in complexion, young lady. He said, "Look, miss, I know you don’t know me. But I saw you rush in here, and I could tell 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 again, in utmost disbelief.

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

I already looked heartbroken from my two best friends’ insults. Then 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 didn’t know him.

Second, I had never gone out with a stranger before. I was always heavily guarded by my father’s bodyguards.

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

I thought it best to follow the elderly man. He looked responsible and honest from his appearance and calm demeanor. More than that, I wanted to lose my virginity quickly to avoid being ridiculed by my friends again.

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

I silently followed the man. We got into the front seat of his sleek black car. He drove me out of the luxurious hotel. I could see two guards seated silently in the back as I sat in the front passenger seat beside him.

We arrived at a magnificent building. I wondered who owned the powerful mansion in front of me.

"Step out, miss," the middle-aged man said. I realized I hadn’t even asked his name yet.

I gulped and stepped down.

"Come with me," he said.

I followed him into the magnificent, white building.

The building looked as imposing as my father’s mansion. I could see stationed guards all around, guarding the magnificent structure.

"Welcome, Mr. Adam," the maids greeted the old man who had brought me. They bowed to me respectfully, too. I waved my left hand in dismissal. I could see Mr. Adam looked surprised by my action.

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

We walked upstairs to the second floor; the house was a magnificent two-story building.

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

I was scared and curious to know who the boss of this magnificent building was.

*Was he my father’s age-mate, or a young handsome man like me?*

I was scared and curious at the same time. I admired the artistic paintings on the wall—they depicted warriors from ancient times.

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

I gulped and followed him into the sitting room.

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

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

"Look, miss, just do whatever my boss wants. I have 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 Mr. Adam thought of me when he saw me rush into the club.

"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 safely," he said.

"Is this a joke? Pay me how much?" I asked inquisitively, even though I wasn’t broke—I, too, were a billionaire with a black card.

So how much did Mr. Adam think he could pay me?

"One million," he spoke.

I chuckled.

"I’m worth more than that, sir. I can’t go in there. I’m scared," I replied. I was afraid of who the man in the bedroom was.

"Please, miss," Mr. Adam begged.

"Call me Thelma," I said. I didn’t want to mention my father’s last name—the mention of Sebastian. In City B, it was easy for anyone to recognize who my father was, given that my family is the richest.

"Okay, Miss Thelma, but we can’t delay. Just name how much you want, and I will speak to my old master about it."

"The old master? Who’s that?" I inquired.

"Who’s there??" I heard a deep, masculine voice call from behind the door in front of me. I froze. The voice sounded powerful and very cold.

"Please go in, Miss Thelma. I’ll be waiting outside," Mr. Adam said. He quickly slipped out of the sitting room, shutting the door behind him and leaving me alone in the white room.