Addicted To A Billionaire

(Thelma's POV)

I carefully sat up on the bed and stared at the handsome, dark-skinned man sleeping beside me.

It had been an unforgettable moment 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 been ridiculing me for being a virgin at 24 years old. I was pained by the realization that I looked so stupid in front of them.

I rushed down to the club's lounge and gulped down any available liquor, hoping to forget my sorrows, but then a man approached me and said, "Hello, miss."

I stared back at the man, wondering what he wanted, but I was too sad to listen to him. He snatched the bottle from my hands and dragged me outside.

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

As the only daughter of my billionaire parents and the sole heir of the BeeH Group, the people around in the bar didn't dare to interfere, as they were absent-mindedly drinking from their liquor bottles.

"Calm down, miss, I mean no harm," the man said, and I paused and looked up at his face. He was wearing a black suit and appeared to be middle-aged, probably in his 40s.

I had never fantasized about having an affair with an older man, someone who could be my uncle's age, and I immediately struggled to pull my hands away from his grasp.

"Calm down, miss, I mean no harm," he repeated as he took me to a corner of the bar.

"If you mean no harm, then let go of my hands," I said, and he sighed and quickly spoke to me, "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 at his dark face.

I wondered if he was a boss or a servant in City B, as only billionaires could afford to live there, and I wondered what help the Black man standing before me needed from me.

I was a fair-complexioned young lady, and he said, "Look, miss. I know you don't know me, but I saw you when you rushed in here, and I can understand that you're heartbroken."

"So what do you need me for?" I asked him quickly, and 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 him again, utterly disbelieved.

As the daughter of the richest man in City B, how could this man be offering me such a task?

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

I wanted to protest with him. Firstly, I didn't know this man. Secondly, I hadn't gone out with a stranger before, as I was always heavily guarded by my father's bodyguards.

My father didn't easily allow me out of his sight, and in the event I had rushed out, his security men were still outside, waiting for me on the ground floor, not knowing that I had escaped. I had changed into a red gown after my friends had poured me plenty of wine and water to celebrate me in the private hall, where they had finally laughed at me.

I thought it best to follow the elderly man, as he looked responsible and honest from his appearance and calm demeanor. More importantly, I wanted to lose my virginity quickly to avoid my friends' ridicule.

My father wanted to trade me for marriage with a top billionaire's son, but he hadn't found the right match for me, one who met his requirements for the type of groom he wanted me to marry.

I silently followed the man outside to the parking lot, and we got into the car. He drove the car out of the luxurious hotel, and I could see two bodyguards seated in the back seat, as 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 before me.

"Step down, miss," the middle-aged man said, and I realized I hadn't even asked for his name.

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

I followed the man into the impressive, powerful building. The building looked as powerful as my father's mansion, and I could see all the stationed guards in black uniforms guarding the premises.

"Welcome, Sir Adam," the young maids greeted the old man who had brought me in. They bowed respectfully at me as well, and I waved my left hand in dismissal. I could see Sir Adam looked surprised by my action, but he quickly said, "Follow me, miss."

I followed Sir Adam upstairs to the second floor. The house was a magnificent two-story building, and he paused and spoke to me, "My boss is inside here. Please wait here first, miss, let me attend to him."

"Okay," I replied, feeling scared and curious to know who the boss of the magnificent building was. Was he my father's age-mate or a handsome young man like me?

I stood admiring the beautiful ancient warrior paintings on the wall, and Sir Adam later stepped out and said, "Come inside, miss."

I gulped and followed Sir Adam into the sitting room. I could feel the air in my body stand up in fright at the cold air conditioning blowing on my skin.

The sitting room was painted in white, and every item in it was almost invisible to me. Sir Adam said, "Look, miss, just do whatever my boss wants you to do, as I have drugged him to have sex with you."

"You what?!" My eyes widened in shock 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 club.

"I know, miss, just go in there, and you'll meet my boss. I promise to pay you heavily as discussed, and I'll take you back home safely."

"Is this a joke? Pay me how much?" I asked Sir Adam inquisitively. I wasn't broke, and as a billionaire's daughter, I owned a black card.

"1 million dollars," he said, and I chuckled out laughing.

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

"Please, Miss," Sir Adam begged.

"Just call me Thelma," I said, not wanting to mention my father's last name, as the Sebastian name was well-known in City B, and it would be easy for anyone to know who my father was.

"Okay, Miss Thelma, but we can't delay my boss any longer. Just name your price, and I'll speak to my old master about it."

"Your old master? Who's that?" I asked, but just then, I heard a deep, masculine voice come from within the room door in front of us, and I froze. The voice sounded so powerful and very cold.

"Please go inside there, Miss Thelma, I'll be outside waiting for you," Sir Adam quickly slipped out of the sitting room, shutting the door behind him and leaving me standing alone in the white room, staring at the door.