Addicted To A Billionaire

Thelma's POV:

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

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

How did it all start?

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

I rushed down to the nearby club to gulp down any available liquor they had and forget my sorrows, but 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 to him.

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

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

I was the only daughter of my billionaire parents and also the sole heir of B.H Group. The people around the bar didn’t dare interfere, as they were all absentminded and drinking from their own bottles.

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

He wore a black suit, and he 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 was deemed 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 the corner of the bar.

“If you don’t mean any harm, then let go of my hands,” I said, and 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 him 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 him, and he released my left hand that he had dragged me with. “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 be offering me such a useless task?

Well, I already looked heartbroken by my two best friends’ insults, and I heard the man say, “I will pay you heavily, 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 had never gone out with a stranger before, as I was heavily guarded by my father’s bodyguards at all times.

My dad didn’t easily allow me out of his sight, and in the bar that I had rushed into, my dad’s security men were still outside on the ground floor waiting, where my friends and I had previously celebrated 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 manner, and more likely, I wanted to lose my virginity really quickly to avoid my friends ridiculing me again.

My father wanted to trade me for marriage with a top billionaire’s son, but he hadn’t found the right match for me yet 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, while he drove me out of the luxurious hotel. I saw two guards seated in the back seat of the car in silence as I sat in the second front 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, and I remembered that I hadn’t even asked his name yet.

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

I followed the man into the magnificent, white building that stood before me.

The building looked so powerful, like my father’s mansion, and I could see all the stationed guards around it, standing guard over the magnificent building.

“Welcome, Sir Adam,” the two maids greeted the old man who had brought me into the mansion. They bowed to me respectfully, while I waved my left hand in dismissal to them.

Sir Adam look surprised by my action.

“Come with me, miss,” he said, and I followed him.

We walked upstairs to the second floor, as the house was a magnificent two-story building, and he paused and spoke. “My boss is inside. Please wait here first, miss. Let me attend to him first.”

"Okay," I replied. 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 painting on the wall, whose subjects were warriors of ancient times.

I stood admiring the beautiful view of the second floor when Sir Adam later stepped out of the room and said, “Come in, miss.”

I quickly followed Sir Adam into the sitting room.

I could feel all the air in my body stand still in fret as the cold air from the air conditioner blew over my fair skin.

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

“Look, miss, just do whatever my boss wants, as 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 wasn’t broke and 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 the man in the bedroom that Sir Adam was asking me to go in and see.

“Please, Miss,” Sir Adam begged me.

“Call me Thelma,” I replied, as I didn’t want to mention my father’s last name, Sebastian. It was easy for anyone in City B to know who my father was, since my family was 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?” I asked.

“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, shut the door behind him, and left only me in the white room.