01: Meeting a stranger

(Thelma)

Carefully, I sat on the bed, staring at the black man sleeping beside me.

It was a hot night between us, and I could feel my intimate area throbbing from how hard he had slept with me the previous night.

How did it all start?

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

I rushed down to the nearby club to gulp down any available liquor and forget my sorrows, but then a man in a black suit approached me and asked, "Hello, miss."

I stared back at the tall man and wondered what he wanted, but I was too sad to listen to him.

The man grabbed the wine bottle from my hands and dragged me along to follow him.

"Who are you? Let me go!" I screamed, as I was wearing a red midi dress with black flat shoes.

I was the only daughter of my billionaire parents and the heiress of B.H Group. The patrons in the club bar didn't dare to interfere, as they were absent-minded and drinking from their own glasses.

"Calm down, miss, I don't mean any harm," the tall man said, and I paused and stared 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 old man who was old enough to be my uncle, and I immediately struggled to pull my hands away from his hold.

"Calm down, miss, I don't mean any harm," the tall man 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 this city. Only billionaires could afford to live there, and I wondered what help the middle-aged man standing before me needed.

I was fair-complexioned, and the man 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 first—the one he had dragged me with—and said, "I want you to accompany me to spend a night with my boss."

"What! Your what?" I asked him, in utter disbelief.

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

Well, I already looked heartbroken from 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 this man.

Secondly, I had not gone out with a stranger before, as I was heavily guarded by my father's bodyguards.

My dad did not allow me out of his sight, and in the bar that I had rushed into, my dad's security men were still outside and on the ground floor, waiting, where my best friends and I had previously been celebrating my birthday in the private hall on the second floor, before they laughed at me.

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

My father wanted to trade me for marriage with a top billionaire's son, but he had not found the right match for me yet. The 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 black Benz. While he drove me out of the luxurious hotel, I could see two guards seated in the front seat of the car in silence as I sat in the back with him.

We arrived at a magnificent white building, and I wondered who owned the powerful mansion that stood in front of me.

"Step down, miss," the middle-aged man said to me, and I remembered that I hadn't even asked him his name yet.

I gulped and stepped down from the car, and the man politely said, "Come with me."

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

The building looked as powerful as my father's mansion, and I could see the stationed guards around, standing guard over the impressive building.

"Welcome, Mr. Adam," the maids greeted the old man who had brought me into the mansion, and they bowed to me respectfully, while I waved my left hand in dismissal at them. I could see Mr. Adam looked surprised by my action, but he cleared his throat and said, "Follow me, miss."

Silently, I followed Mr. Adam and we walked upstairs to the second floor, as the house was a magnificent two-story building, and he paused and said, "My boss is inside. Please wait here first, let me attend to him first."

"Okay," I replied as Mr. Adam went in. I was scared and curious to know who was the boss of the magnificent building.

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 were of warriors from ancient times.

I stood admiring the beautiful view of the second floor when Mr. Adam later stepped out and said to me, "Come in, miss."

Sighing, I followed Mr. Adam into the sitting room. I could feel the hair in my body stand up in fear as the cold air from the air conditioning blew on my fair skin.

The sitting room 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 I've drugged him to have sex with you," said Mr. Adam.

"What!" My eyes widened at the revelation.

"I'm not a prostitute," I said, in case that was what Mr. 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," he said.

"What? Is this a joke? Pay me how much?" I asked inquisitively, because I wasn't broke and I was a billionaire, and owned a black card. So, how much did Mr. Adam think he could pay me?

"1 million dollars," 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 Mr. Adam was asking me to go in and see.

"Please, miss," Mr. Adam begged me.

"Call me Thelma," I said, as I did not want to mention my father's last name. The mention of Sebastian would make it easy for anyone to know who my father is, being that my family is the richest in this city called City B.

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

"The old master? Who's that?" I asked. Just then, a deep voice thundered from behind the door, "Who's there?"

I froze when I heard a deep, masculine male voice ask from within the room door in front of me. The voice sounded so powerful and very cold.

"Please go in, Miss Thelma. I will be outside waiting," Mr. Adam said, as he sneaked out of the sitting room. He shut the door, leaving me in the white room.