CHAPTER 3

Thelma,

"Let go of me!" I screamed as I was caught by two dark-skinned, masculine bodyguards downstairs. They probably thought I was a thief, and they held me firmly, refusing to let me go.

I saw an old man with a full white beard and white hair on his head, with silver-looking eyes. He wore a long white garment and walked out, staring at me in confusion at first.

"Release the lady," he told the two bodyguards.

"Yes, Grand Master," the two bodyguards immediately released me, and I dusted my arms irritably where the two silly, huge men had gripped me.

My pûssy was still hurting from how intensely the dark, handsome man in the room had pounded me, and I still smelled of his scent.

"Who... are... you?" the old man with the extremely white, grey hair asked me, and I greeted him, "Good morning, sir."

I assumed he was related to the dark man who had slept with me, and I said, "I have to be on my way home now, sir."

I saw the old black man smile faintly at me and reply, "Alright. Thompson, open the gate for her."

"Okay, Grand Master," one of the two hefty guards replied, and the man named Thompson spoke to me, "Come with me."

I gulped and followed him. He took me out of the living room, as the mansion was extremely big, and as we stepped out, he unlocked the gate for me, and I was grateful not to be followed outside.

I immediately ran away to the bus stop, and I saw a cab approaching. I ordered the cab driver, "LX Hotel."

"5000, madam," the cab driver replied, and I slid into the backseat.

I shut the door closed and said, "Drive."

The cab driver started the car engine and drove off, while I sat with uneasiness, still feeling the throbbing between my thighs. I watched the road as the yellow cab driver in a yellow T-shirt drove the car down to LX Hotel.

I immediately stepped down and paid for the ride, rushing into the hotel to get my car.

As I stepped in, my father's adopted son, Steven Sabastian, strode up to me, glaring angrily.

"Where did you go last night?" Steven yelled at me, and I knew they were all worried sick, as I didn't pick up my phone calls and had left the hotel the previous night.

"Thelma!" Steven roared out my name. He was a 30-year-old, dark-skinned guy.

"I went to see someone," I lied.

"See someone with all these red marks all over your face and neck? Who?" Steven's eyes stared at me angrily. I had always known that he cared about me and had never accepted the fact that he was my adopted brother, as he said he's my half-brother.

"Leave me alone, I'm going home," I ran to my yellow car, as I really needed a good bath to wash that icy man's scent off me.

Steven stood with the stationed guards, watching me get into my yellow car, and he waved over to the two guards behind him, "Let's go."

I stared at the rearview mirror and saw Steven and the two guards walk back to their cars. I sighed in relief as I started my yellow car and drove out of the hotel parking lot.

I was nervous and scared, so I drove back home to face my family, with Steven and the second car, carrying the guards, following behind my car.

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I arrived in front of my family mansion and drove into the garage, parking. I could see my father standing at the mansion's frontage, his eyes burning angrily at me.

I stepped down from my yellow car and walked up to the mansion's frontage to face my father, as it was a bright Saturday morning.

"Where did you go without answering your phone calls last night and this morning, as the guards stated they couldn't find you anywhere around the hotel?" Father asked me with his cold voice, his blue eyes glaring at me. I could see my mom stood worriedly beside him.

"I went... to see a friend," I lied.

"Shut up your mouth and go in. And this is the last time you're leaving this house to celebrate your birthday in a hotel," Father warned me in a angry tone, as it was indeed my first time celebrating my birthday in a hotel, and I was 24 years old.

Father continued to stare at me irritably, and I rushed into the mansion, passing by my parents as I retired to my bedroom upstairs.

I was breathing heavily, remembering the angry look on my father's face, and I locked my room door, not needing the maids to disturb me.

I was treated like a princess at home, with up to five maids attending to me.

I couldn't believe my intimate area was still throbbing in pain from what that cold man had done to me.

I wasn't even paid, and yet, he didn't even take it lightly with me.

"Did he think I was a prostitute?" I asked myself as I walked up to my bedroom's full-length mirror. My room was painted in a cream color, and I gasped, "What!" at the horror of what I saw.

My neck had hickeys and red marks all over my body, and my lips looked red and swollen.

My chest was covered with red marks too, and I was forced to take off my red gown to stare at my full reflection in the mirror.

I had red marks all over my full, yellow brẹasts, so evident of how hard the ruthless, cold man had sucked on me the previous night.

At some point, I got scared with the way he was sụcking on my boobs, like I was his mother and he was my baby.

"Shit!.. No wonder Steven was staring at me so angrily, and Father... Did he notice I was no longer a virgin?"

I stared at my room mirror again, removing my bra and staring at my swollen, red nìpples.

I frowned and heard a knock on my room door, and I screamed, "Who's there?"

"It's me, Elsa," my handmaid replied, and I told her, "Go away, I don't need your help now."

"But madam sent me to assist you," Elsa replied from outside my room door, and I replied, "Shut up and go and wait.. When I need you, I will send for you."

"Okay," I heard Elsa reply, and I sighed as I heard her footsteps walking away.

Elsa was my favorite handmaid among all the five personal maids I had, and I sighed, quickly rushing to my bathroom to bathe, as I really wanted to get rid of the lingering scent of that handsome, cold man.

The way he had stared at me, like I had stolen something from him, seemed to baffle me, and I sighed as I sank into the white bathtub, gradually filling it with lukewarm water.

I relaxed and took my bath, and after I was done, I stepped out and walked back into my bedroom, still in pain from the rough encounter I had with the strange man.

I still scented of him, and the earthy scent still lingered in my nostrils even after I had bathed.

His silver, colorless eyes still haunted me, and I sighed, walking towards my bed to sit, wrapped in a long, white towel.