Chapter 2

(Thelma)

I stared at the huge white door, afraid of the masculine figure about to emerge.

Sir Adam had told me to go inside, but fear kept me rooted in place, clutching my long red gown.

I heard a rustling inside, and a desperate urge to pee filled me.

Was a monster waiting in that room, a monster Sir Adam wanted to pay me to sleep with?

I backed away slowly, hearing footsteps approach the magnificent white door. It creaked open.

I jumped back as a handsome, dark-skinned man with short black hair and deep silver eyes stumbled out, struggling to regain his balance.

He was breathtaking. My jaw dropped, and I paused my retreat to stare.

He looked like a demigod, a model, an actor. His silver eyes locked with mine.

"Who the fụck are you?" he demanded.

My lips parted to speak, but no words came.

He glared at me and strode forward. I remained frozen, pressed against the door. He grabbed my shoulder, intending to throw me out, but the moment his palm touched my skin, he paused, his gaze fixed on my face.

"Shit!" he cursed, staggering and leaning heavily on me.

I inhaled his masculine scent, a sensation I'd never experienced before.

He seemed to lose his balance, clinging to me tightly.

"Who brought you?" His voice trailed off, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

He straightened, shutting the door. He stared at me like a predator.

"Who let you in here?" he repeated, his face contorted in pain. "Shit! What's wrong with me?"

He looked like he was in serious pain, and he grabbed me, dragging me into his bedroom.

"What? Let go of me!" I screamed, finally finding my voice.

"You have to bear with me, miss. Something's wrong with me. I can't help but want you," he said, sounding like he was under the influence of something.

"You want me?" I asked, momentarily forgetting why I was even there.

"Yes," he said, stripping off his white top and trousers. I gulped, staring at his handsome, muscular chest.

I looked away shyly.

I didn't realize he'd completely undressed until he approached and hugged me from behind. I froze as his hot breath fanned my ear. "What are you waiting for, miss? Strip now," he said, helping me remove my clothes. I was helpless and, I realized, also aroused.

"Wait..." I was ashamed, it was my first time, but this man was already hot and ready.

His body was as cold as ice, and seeing his erect dick, I gasped.

I looked away, embarrassed. He lifted me into his arms, carried me to the bed, and pinned me beneath him. He began removing my underwear.

I melted into the bed, inhaling his strong scent, and watched him remove my last piece of clothing.

He kissed me roughly at first, but when my lips parted and I kissed him back, he calmed. He reached for my clit, and I jolted. I wanted to push him away, but he was drunk, acting under some influence. I couldn't move him.

"Shit! What's wrong with me?" he asked himself again, as if trying to stop himself. He pinned me down, spreading my legs wide, staring at my vágina.

Afraid, I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the pain. He entered me, and I winced, feeling him tear through my hymen.

I gripped him, trying to stop him, but he kept thrusting into me with passion.

He panted and moaned loudly as I groaned. He ignored me, continuing his relentless assault. Finally, he reached his climax, collapsing on top of me and ejaculating inside.

I was terrified. My thighs throbbed.

He hadn't romanced me, hadn't even tried to coax me.

He'd simply grabbed me, thrown me on the bed, used me, and now he snored beside me.

I wanted to get up, but his arm was wrapped possessively around my waist.

Too weak to move, I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep.

I woke again before morning and sat up, wanting to find my clothes and leave. But I still felt exhausted and my head ached. I fell asleep again, staring at the dark-skinned man sleeping peacefully beside me.

Later, morning came. Sunlight streamed across my face. I woke again and carefully sat up.

The black man was gone. He stood by the window, glaring at me.

Wrapped in a white towel, he had pulled the curtains open, letting the sun shine on me. His eyes were filled with anger.

"Who are you? And how did you get into my bedroom?" he asked. I could still feel the pain between my thighs, yet he asked such a stupid question.

He looked powerful, but I ignored him and slid out of bed. I realized I was nàked. He had scattered my clothes around the room.

"Answer me! How did you get in here, and what happened between us?" he demanded, charging at me and gripping my arm, spinning me to face him.

I met his dark, handsome face again, his silver eyes sending shivers down my spine. I gulped, but no words came.

"Take your things and get out," he spat, and I shuddered.

I quickly searched for my red gown, panties, and bra, feeling his cold eyes on me.

He threw a towel at me. "Get out!" he thundered.

Frightened, I ran from the bedroom, intending to dress in the sitting room, not caring that I was nàked.

I put on my panties and bra quickly, fumbling with my red gown.

There was no zip, thankfully. I searched the sitting room for my red purse. It was still in his bedroom, with the stranger I'd just had a one-night stand with.

I paused and knocked on his bedroom door again. His domineering aura terrified me, but still, my hand shook as I knocked. The purse contained my phone and car keys.

Knock! Knock! I knocked nervously, but heard no response.

I pushed the door open and peeked inside. "Please sir, I forgot my red purse."

He stood beside the king-size bed, talking on the phone. I rushed in, grabbed my purse, and darted out, back into the sitting room.

I bumped into Sir Adam. "Good morning, Miss Thelma, please wait..."

Before Sir Adam could finish, I ran from the sitting room, exited the second floor, and rushed downstairs.