Chapter 1

Thelma;

I sat up carefully 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?

I had been ridiculed by my best friends, Sandra and Ella, for still 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 and gulped down any available liquor, trying to forget my sorrows, when a man approached me. "Hello, miss," he said.

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

"Who are you? Let me go!" I screamed, still wearing my red slim-fitted gown and black low-heel shoes.

As the only daughter of my billionaire parents and the sole heir of the BeeH Group, the people around the bar did not dare to interfere, as they were distracted and drinking from their own bottles.

"Calm down, miss, I don't mean any harm," the man said, and I paused to look at his face. He was wearing a black suit and looked older, probably in his 40s.

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

"Calm down, miss, I don't mean any harm," he repeated, taking me to a corner of the bar.

"If you don't mean any harm, then let go of my hand," I said, and he sighed before speaking quickly, "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 here in City B, as only billionaires could afford to live here. What help could the black man standing before me need from me?

I was a fair-complexioned young lady, and he said, "Look, miss. I know you do not know me, but I saw you when you rushed in, 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 from my two best friends' insult, and 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 wanted to protest with him. First, I did not know this man. Secondly, I had never gone out with a stranger before, as I was heavily guarded by my father's bodyguards.

My father did not easily allow me out of his sight, and the security men were still outside, waiting for me, not knowing I had escaped. I had changed into this 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. And more likely, 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 hadn't found the right match that met his requirements.

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

We arrived at a magnificent building, and I wondered who owned the powerful mansion before me.

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

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

I followed him into the impressive building, noticing the stationed guards in black uniforms guarding the premises.

"Welcome, Sir Adam," the young maids greeted the older man who had brought me in. They bowed respectfully at me as well, and I waved my left hand in dismissal, surprising Sir Adam, but he quickly said, "Follow me, miss."

We walked upstairs to the second floor, and he paused, speaking to me, "My boss is inside here. Please wait here first, miss, let me attend to him."

"Okay," I replied, scared and curious to know who the boss of this 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 when Sir Adam returned, saying, "Come inside, miss."

I gulped and followed him into the sitting room. The cold air conditioning made my skin shiver.

The room was painted in white, and everything 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.

"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 inquisitively. I wasn't broke, being the billionaire's daughter, and I owned a black card.

"1 million dollars," Sir Adam 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.

"Okay, Miss Thelma, but we can't keep delaying my boss. Just name how much you want, 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 from within the room, and I froze. The voice sounded powerful and very cold.

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