Addicted To A Billionaire

(Thelma's POV)

I sat up carefully in bed, staring at the handsome, dark-skinned man sleeping beside me.

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

How did it all start?

My best friends, Sandra and Ella, had ridiculed me for still being a virgin at 24, and I was pained by the realization that I looked stupid in their eyes.

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

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

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

"Who are you? Let me go!" I screamed, wearing 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 didn't dare interfere, as they were all absent-minded and drinking from their own bottles.

"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, like a middle-aged man, 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 grip.

"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 for the job."

"What job?" I asked, my sharp blue eyes staring into 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-skinned, and he said, "Look, miss, I know you don't know me, but I saw you when you rushed in here, and I could tell you're heartbroken."

"So, what do you need me for?" I asked. He released my left hand, which he had been dragging 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 disbelief.

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

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

I wanted to protest.

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 on the ground floor, where my friends and I had previously been celebrating my birthday in the 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 demeanor. More likely, I wanted to lose my virginity quickly to avoid being ridiculed by my friends again.

My father wanted to trade me in marriage to 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 back seat of his car. He drove me out of the luxurious hotel, and I could see two guards seated silently in the back seat as I sat in the front 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. 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, guarding the magnificent building.

"Welcome, Sir Adam," the maids greeted the old man who had brought me into the mansion, and they bowed respectfully to me as well. 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. He paused and spoke, "My boss is inside. Please wait here first, miss. Let me attend to him first."

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 at the same time curious as I admired the artistic paintings on the wall, which depicted warriors of ancient times.

I stood admiring the beautiful view of the second floor when 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 fright as the cold air from the air conditioning blew against my yellow skin.

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

"Look, miss, just do whatever my boss wants, as we 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 clubbing area.

"I know, miss. Just go in there, and you will meet my boss. I promise to pay you handsomely 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 wasn't wealthy but I was a billionaire too, and owned a black card.

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

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

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

"Please, miss," Sir Adam begged me.

"Call me Thelma," I said, as I didn't want to mention my father's last name. The mention of Sebastian made it easy for anyone in City B to know who my father was, being that my family is the richest in City B.

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

"The old master? Who's that?"

"Who's there?" I heard a deep, masculine voice ask from within the room in front of me, and I froze, as the voice sounded so powerful and very 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 white room.