Chapter 2_ Unexpected encounter

Thelma's POV 

I stared back at the white door in front of me, afraid of the masculine figure that wanted to step out. I remembered that Sir Adam had asked me to go into the room, but I was scared and still stood nervously in my long red gown as I continued to stare at the huge door.

I could hear something scattering inside the room, which seriously scared me and made me feel like urinating on my pants. Was there a monster in the room that Sir Adam wanted me to sleep with? I asked myself as I was afraid, and before I knew it, I was gradually taking some steps backwards as I could hear the sound of the footsteps approaching the magnificent white door and creak it open.

I jumped back in fear as a dark-skinned handsome, tall man with short black hair on his head and deep, almost colorless silver eyes stepped out of the room. He staggered to regain his balance by the door before he peered at me. 

He was so handsome and so tall, and my jaw dropped as I paused, struggling at the door behind my back to stare at his face properly. He looks like a demigod. He captivated my attention like a model or an actor, and I reciprocated. My blue eyes met his silver colorless eyes, and next he asked me, "Who the hell are you??." 

My lips parted to say my name, but no words refused to come out of them. He stared at me angrily, then strode up to meet me, leaving me frozen at the door. He approached me and grabbed me by my shoulder, forcing me out of the sitting room. But as he attempted to unlock the door behind my back to pull it open,.

The moment his palms touched myslender shoulders, he froze and looked at my face in disbelief. "Damn it!!" He cussed me out as he staggered again and leaned more on my slim frame. Inhaled his manly scent, and I felt what I hadn't felt before in my core. He seemed to have lost his balance, and he was now holding onto me tightly.

"Who brought you?" he asked, his voice trailing off as he started to sweat profusely. He is a tall man, and so he stood up back and shut the door closed as he stared at me like a predator gazing at his prey.

"Who let you in here?" He demanded it, and I could see his face contorted in pain. He stared at me angrily, like I was a pest that he wanted to get rid of. Next, he cursed again, "Damn it! What's wrong with me?." He looked like he was in serious pain, and he grabbed me and forced me into his bedroom.

"What?? Let go of me!" I screamed out, and he froze as he finally heard my tiny voice.

"You have to bear with me, miss, as something is wrong with me, and I cannot help it but want you," he said, as if he were under the influence of something alcoholic.

"Want me?.." I asked him as if I'd forgotten why I was in his bedroom.

"Yes," he replies, and begins to remove his white top and white trousers, causing me to gulp hard as I gaze at his handsome, masculine, dark chest. I immediately stared away from him in shyness, as his bedroom was also beautiful and neat. Also painted white.

I didn't know that he had completely stripped off all his clothes until he approached me and hugged me from behind. And I froze as his hot voice fanned my left ear. "What are you still waiting for, miss? "Strip now," he said, and he accompanied me in removing my clothes. I felt helpless and in need of his assistance.

"What?.. Wait.." I was ashamed because it was my first time, but this silly man was already hot and ready to get into bed with me. His body was as cold as ice, and seeing his hardened length, I immediately gasped out, "Ha!! "

I stared away from him to hide my embarrassed look, and the next moment, he carried me up to his chest and took me to the bed, where he pinned me to the bed beneath him. And he started taking off all my underwear. I melted on the bed, inhaling his strong masculine scent, and watched as he removed all my remaining underwear. My pants too.

At first, he kissed me roughly, but when I parted my lips and allowed him to kiss my tongue, he calmed down and reached for my cookies, causing me to jolt. I was scared, and I wanted to push him off, but he was drunk and acting under the influence of something. I couldn't push him off either.

"Damn it! What's wrong with me?" He questioned himself once more, seemingly attempting to avert the action he was about to undertake. In the next moment, he pinned me to the bed, spread my legs wide apart, and gazed into my secret cave.

I was afraid and tried to close my eyes to feel the pain, but as soon as he entered me, I winced in pain because I could feel him slipping into my tight folds. I gripped him to stop, but he couldn't bring himself to stop, as he kept on thrusting into me with passion.

He was panting and moaning loudly, while I groaned and screamed out in pain. However, he gripped me tightly and persistently pressed his hips into my body. Once he reached his peak, he abruptly collapsed on top of me, releasing his hot seeds.

I was afraid. My core was causing me immense pain, making me fearful beyond measure. He didn't romance me like I've read in romance novels, nor did he even pet me or try to entice me to get ready. He just grabbed me, threw me into his bed, and used me to his satisfaction. And now he was snoring right beside me on the bed.

I wanted to get up from the bed, but I felt his large arm wrap around my chest and waist in a possessive hug. I was too weak to push his hands off, so I slowly closed my eyes and laid back on the bed beside him. Later, even though it wasn't yet morning, I woke up again and sat up on the bed, eager to find my clothes, put them on, and exit his bedroom. However, I was still fatigued from the previous night's events, and my head continued to ache. So, after staring at the handsome, dark-skinned man's face who was sleeping peacefully beside me.

Later, it was morning, and the sun rays shined on my face. I woke up again and carefully sat up on the bed. I looked beside me, but I didn't see the black man on the bed again. There he stood, glaring at me. He stood beside the window, wrapped in a white towel, and it was he who had flung the curtains wide open to let the sun shine on my face. He gazed at me, his eyes brimming with anger...

"Who the fuck are you? How did you get into my bedroom?" He asked me again, and even though I could still feel the pain between my thighs, he continued to ask me these foolish questions. He looked so powerful, but I ignored him and carefully slipped out of bed, and I realized I was bare, as he had pulled off all my clothes the previous night and flung them all scattered around in his bedroom.

"Answer me!! How did you get in here, and what happened between us last night?" He asked me again as he charged at me, gripped my left arm, and swirled me around to face him.

I met his dark, handsome face against mine, and his silver, colorless eyes were sending shivers down my spine. I gulped and parted my lips to speak, but no words refused to come out of my trembling lips.

"Take your things and get out," he spat, and I shuddered away from him. I quickly searched the room for my red gown, as well as the red pants and bra that I wore the previous day, and I could still feel his cold eyes watching my every move in his bedroom. He threw a towel at me and thundered, "Get out!!."

Fear gripped me like a ferocious chicken, prompting me to swiftly exit his bedroom and change in the sitting room, disregarding the fact that I was naked. I quickly wore my pants and bra, while I struggled to wear my red gown too. I had luck; there was no zipper on my red gown, and I searched around the sitting room for my red purse that I had come with the previous night. I remembered that my red purse was still in his bedroom, with a strange man that I had just had a one-night stand with, if I would even call it a one-night stand.

I paused and knocked on his bedroom door again. His domineering aura frightened me the most, but despite this, my hands shook and I eventually knocked on the door, realizing that the red purse contained both my phone and my car keys. I couldn't leave it behind.

Knock! knock!.. I knocked nervously, and I heard no response from him. I gently pushed the door open and peeked my beautiful head into his bedroom. I apologized to him, "Please, sir, I forgot to take my red purse."

Observing him standing next to the king-size bed while he was engaged in a phone call, I hurried into his bedroom with a sense of urgency. After retrieving my red purse, I swiftly exited the bedroom and made my way back into the sitting room. I bumped into Sir Adam as I rushed out to the very white sitting room again, and he spoke to me, "Good morning, Miss Thelma, please wait; let me..."

Before Sir Adam could finish his speech, I swiftly fled the sitting room. I exited the second-floor lounge and rushed downstairs to exit the magnificent mansion too.