Chapter 2

(Thelma's POV)

I gulped as I stared back at the huge 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 in, but I still stood nervously in my long red gown, continuing to stare at the massive door.

I could hear the scattering of things inside the room, and I was seriously afraid, feeling the urge to pee my pants.

Was it a monster in the room that Sir Adam wanted me to sleep with?

I asked myself, feeling afraid, and before I knew it, I was gradually taking steps backward as I heard the sound of footsteps approaching and the magnificent white door creaking open.

I jumped back in fright as a dark-skinned, handsome man with short black hair and deep, silver-almost-colorless eyes stepped out from the room. He staggered to regain his balance before staring at me.

He was so handsome, and my jaw dropped as my struggle at the door behind me paused to stare at him properly.

He looked like a demigod, a model, or an actor, and he held my gaze as I held his.

My blue eyes met his silver, colorless eyes, and then he asked, "Who the fụck are you?"

My lips parted to speak my name, but no words came out.

He stared at me angrily, and then he strode up to meet me. I still stood frozen at the door, and he approached me, grabbing me by the shoulders to throw me out of the sitting room as he attempted to unlock the door, but he paused.

"Damn it!" He cursed out, staggering again and leaning more on my slim frame.

I inhaled his masculine scent and felt something I had not felt before. He seemed to have lost his balance, and he was holding onto me.

"Who brought you..." His words trailed off, and he was beginning to sweat profusely.

As a man, he stood back up and shut the door, staring at me like a predator.

"Who let you in here?" He asked me again, and I could see his face contorted in pain.

He glared at me angrily, like I was a pest he wanted to get rid of, and then he cursed again, "Damn it! What's wrong with me?"

He looked to be in serious pain, and he grabbed me forcefully, carrying me into the bedroom.

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

"You have to bear with me, as something is wrong with me, and I can't help it, but I want you," He said, seeming to be under the influence of something.

"You want me..." I asked, momentarily forgetting why I was in his bedroom.

"Yes," he replied and started stripping off his white top and black trousers. I gulped hard as I stared at his handsome, masculine, dark chest.

I immediately looked away, as his bedroom was also beautiful and neat.

I didn't realize he had stripped off all his clothes until he approached me, hugging me from behind. His hot voice fanned my left ear, "What are you still waiting for? Strip."

He helped me strip off my clothes, and I was helpless, also in need of him.

"Wait..." I was nervous, as it was my first time, but this man was already ready to get down in bed with me.

His body was cold, and seeing his huge dîck, I immediately gasped, "Ha!"

I looked away to hide my embarrassment, and then he carried me to the bed, pinning me down. He started taking off my underwear.

I melted on the bed, inhaling his strong masculine scent, watching him and letting him remove my last piece of cloth.

He kissed my lips roughly at first, but when my lips parted and gave him access, he calmed, reaching down to my most intimate area, and I jolted.

I was scared, wanting to push him off, as he was drunk and acting under the influence of something, but he was strong, and I couldn't push him off.

"Damn it! What's wrong with me?" He asked himself again, like he was trying to stop himself from doing what he was about to do. Then he pinned me to the bed and parted my legs.

I was afraid, trying to shut my eyes closed to feel the pain, and then I winced as I could feel him enter me.

I gripped him, trying to stop him, but he couldn't, as he kept thrusting into me with passion.

He was panting and moaning as I groaned in pain, but he seized me and continued with the steady thrust of his hips against mine. After he reached his climax, he collapsed beside me.

I was afraid, scared to death, as my pûssy was hurting.

He didn't romance me like in the romance novels, and he didn't even pet me or try to get me ready. He just grabbed me, threw me onto his bed, and used me to satisfy himself, then fell asleep beside me, snoring.

I wanted to get up from the bed, but feeling his large arm wrapped around my chest and waist in a possessive hug, I was too weak to push his hands off, so I slowly shut my eyes and laid back on the bed beside him.

I later woke up again, as it wasn't yet morning, and I sat up on the bed, wanting to search for my clothes to wear, but I still felt tired from the previous night's events, and my head was aching. I fell asleep again on the bed, after staring at the dark-skinned, handsome man sleeping peacefully beside me.

Later, it was morning, and the sun rays shone on my face, waking me up again. I carefully sat up on the bed and looked beside me, but the Black man was gone. There he stood, glaring at me. He wrapped a white towel around his waist and stood by the window, pulling the curtains wide open to let the sun's rays hit my face.

"Who the fụck are you, and how did you get into my bedroom?" He asked me angrily, and I could still feel the pain between my thighs, yet he was asking me such a silly question.

He looked so powerful, but I ignored him and carefully slid out of the bed, realizing I was bare, as he had pulled off all my clothes the previous night and scattered them around his bedroom.

"Answer me!! How did you get in here, and what happened between us?" He asked me again, charging at me and gripping my left arm, swirling me around to face him.

I met his dark, handsome face again, his colorless silver eyes sending shivers down my spine, and I gulped, parting my lips to speak, but no words came 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, red panties, and bra, feeling his cold eyes watching my every move.

He threw a towel at me and thundered, "Get out!"

I was frightened like a scared-to-death chicken, and I immediately ran out of his bedroom to dress up in the sitting room, not minding that I was bare.

I wore my panties and bra quickly, fumbling to put on my red gown as well. I was lucky, as there was no zipper on my dress, and I searched the sitting room for my red purse, remembering it was still in his bedroom, with the strange man I had just had a one-night stand with, if I could even call it that.

I paused and knocked on his bedroom door again, as his domineering aura frightened me the most, but my hands still shook as I knocked, as my purse contained my phone and car keys.

Knock, knock. I knocked, and I heard no response from him.

I pushed the door open, peeking my head into his bedroom, and apologized, "Please, sir, I forgot to take my red purse."

I saw him standing beside the king-size bed, on a phone call, and I quickly rushed into his room like a crazy lady, took my purse, and darted out of the house.

I bumped into Sir Adam as I rushed out to the white sitting room, and he spoke to me, "Good morning, miss, please wait, let me..."

Before Sir Adam could finish his statement, I quickly ran away from the sitting room, exiting the second-floor lounge and rushing downstairs.