Chapter 1 _ Meeting the stranger

Thelma Sabastain:

I carefully sat up in the bed and 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 the intensity of the man's actions the night before. 

How it all began. 

My two best friends, Sandra and Ella, teased me for being a virgin at the age of 24. I was embarrassed to realize how naive I appeared in front of them. 

I dashed down to the nearby club to drink whatever liquor was available and forget about my sorrows and bullies, but a man in a black suit approached me and said, "Hello, miss."

I looked back at the man's face and wondered who he was. What did he want from me? But I was too distraught to listen to him. 

He took the bottle from my hands and pulled me along with him.

"Who are you; let me go!" I screamed as I wore a red, long, slim fitted gown and black low heel shoes. 

I am my billionaire parent's only daughter and the sole heir to the BeeH Group.

The people in the bar did not bother to intervene because they were distracted and drinking from their own bottles.

"Calm down, Miss. I do not mean any harm." The man spoke to me, and I paused to look up at his face.

He was dressed in a black suit and appeared to be older than me, possibly in his late forties.

I had never imagined having an affair with an older man, who was considered fit to be my father's age-mate, and I struggled to pull my hands away from his grip.

"Calm down, Miss. I do not mean any harm." The man repeated as he led me to a corner in the bar.

"If you do not mean any harm, let go of my hands right away," I said, and the man sighed and quickly spoke to me, "Look miss, I need your help with something, and I believe you are the best lady for the job."

"What job is that?" I asked the man, my sharp blue eyes staring at his dark face to see if he was lying to me.

I wondered if he is a boss or a servant in City B, where only billionaire families live and can afford the luxurious lifestyle.

I pondered what assistance the African American man in front of me required. Since I am a light-skinned woman with a fair complexion.

He said, "Look, Miss. I know you do not know me. But I saw you rush in here, and I could tell you were brokenhearted."

"So, what exactly do you need me for?" I asked him, and he released my left hand, which he had dragged me with, and said, "I would like you to accompany me to spend the night with my boss."

"Your what? I asked him again in complete disbelief.

I am the only daughter of the richest man in City B. So, how could this man offer me such a degrading task?

Well, I was already heartbroken from my two best friends' insults, when I heard the man say, "I will pay you heavily, miss, but please come with me first, as we do not have much time to delay."

I had a strong desire to protest.

First of all, I am unfamiliar with this man.

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

My father would not let me leave his sight easily, and in the bar that I had rushed into, my father's security men were still outside and on the grand floor, where my friends and I had previously celebrated my birthday in the private hall, before they all laughed at me.

I decided to follow the elderly man because he appeared responsible and honest based on his appearance and calm demeanor, and I also wanted to lose my virginity as soon as possible to avoid my friends ridiculing me again.

My father wanted to trade me off for marriage to a top billionaire son, but he has not found the right match for me who meets his criteria for the type of groom he wants me to marry.

I followed the elderly man in silence and we got into his car. As we left the opulent hotel, I could see two black guards sitting quietly in the backseat while I sat in the second front seat and the old man drove.

A yellow Lamborghini.

We finally arrived at a magnificent structure, and I wondered who owned the powerful mansion that stood elegantly before me.

"Step out, miss," the old man said, and I realized I had not even asked him for his name yet.

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

I gulped and followed the man into the magnificent, powerful structure that stood before me.

I could see all of the security guards stationed around the building, which was painted white and resembled my father's mansion. They stood guard over the magnificent building.

"Welcome Sir Adam." The maids greeted the old man first, who led me into the mansion, and they bowed to me respectfully as we entered the living room, while I waved my left hand dismissively at the maids.

Sir Adam appeared surprised by my actions, but he quickly responded, "Come with me again, miss."

I followed Sir Adam as we walked upstairs to the second floor of the magnificent two-story house.

Sir Adam paused in front of a room door and said, "My boss is in his bedroom. Please wait here, Miss, and allow me to attend to him first."

"Okay," I said, scared and curious about who was in charge of the magnificent building.

Was he my father's age, or a young handsome man of my size?

I was terrified and curious as I admired the artistic painting on the wall. The paintings depicted ancient warriors and historical times.

I was admiring the beautiful view of the second floor lounge when the door pushed open and Sir Adam stepped out, saying, "Come in, Miss."

I gulped and followed Sir Adam into the sitting room, where I could feel the cold air conditioning chilling my skin. The sitting room was painted white, and everything in it appeared to be white and invisible to me.

"Look, miss... Just do whatever my boss wants, because I had drugged him to have sex with you.

"What!" My eyes widened with surprise at the revelation.

"I am not a prostitute," I said, to clarify in case Sir Adam mistook me for one when he saw me rush into the club.

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

"Is this a joke? Pay me how much?" I inquired of Sir Adam, as I was not broke, was the daughter of a billionaire, and also held a black card.

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

"1 million dollars," he said, and I laughed out loud.

"I am worth more than that, sir, and I cannot go in there; I am scared," I replied, because I was afraid of the man in the bedroom with whom Sir Adam was asking me to meet.

"Please, Miss," Sir Adam begged me.

"Just call me Thelma," I responded. I did not want to mention my father's last name. At the mention of Sabastian, anyone in City B knows who my father is because my family is one of the wealthiest in the city.

"Okay, Miss Thelma, but we cannot keep delaying my boss. Just say how much you want, and I will talk to my old master about it."

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

Just then, I heard a deep, masculine voice ask from behind the room door, "Who is there?" 

I was frozen with fear. The voice sounded powerful and cold.

"Please go in there, Miss Thelma; I will be waiting for you outside," Sir Adams quickly said to me before sneaking out of the white sitting room.

The sitting door closed on me, leaving me alone in the white room.