Chapter 3

Thelma;

"Let go of me!" I screamed as I was caught by two masculine bodyguards in the mansion's living room. They thought I was a thief and refused to release me.

An old man with white, full beard and gray hair, wearing a long white garment, walked out and stared at me in confusion. 

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

"Yes, Grand Master," they replied, letting me go. I dusted my arms where they had gripped me, my thighs still aching from the rough encounter with the handsome black man.

"Who...are you?" the old man with the extremely white, gray hair and beard asked.

I greeted him first, "Good morning, sir." I assumed he was related to the man I'd slept with, and said, "I have to be on my way home now, sir."

The old man smiled understandingly. "Alright. Thompson, open the gate for her."

"Okay, Grand Master," one of the bodyguards replied, leading me outside to unlock the gate.

I was grateful not to be followed as I rushed towards the bus stop. Seeing a yellow taxi approaching, I flagged it down. 

"To LX Hotel," I told the driver, sliding into the back seat and shutting the door, feeling uneasy and the throbbing between my thighs.

I watched the road as the taxi driver in the yellow T-shirt drove to the hotel. Stepping out, I paid the fare and hurried into the hotel to get my car.

As I entered the hotel premises, my father's adopted son, Steven Sabastian, strode up to me angrily. 

"Where the heck did you go last night?" he yelled. I knew they had all been worried, as I hadn't answered my phone.

"Thelma!" Steven roared my name again. He was 31 and also black.

"I went to see someone," I lied.

"See someone with all these red marks on your face and neck? Who?" Steven's eyes burned into me angrily. I knew he loved me, but he'd never accepted being my adopted brother.

"Leave me alone, Steven. I'm going home," I said, hurrying to my yellow car, desperate for a good bath to wash off that icy man's scent.

Steven stood silently with the two bodyguards, watching me get into my car and wave at them before driving off.

I sighed in relief, starting the engine and heading home, as Steven and the bodyguards following me in another car.

I arrived at the family mansion, parking my yellow Ferrari in the garage. My father stood at the front, his eyes glowering angrily as I approached.

"Where did you go without answering your phone calls last night and this morning? The guards could not find you anywhere around the hotel," he asked furiously, my mother standing worriedly beside him.

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

"Shut up and go inside. This will be the last time you leave this house to celebrate your birthday in a hotel, you silly girl," Father warned, his cold blue eyes burning into me.

I rushed past my parents into the mansion, locking myself in my bedroom, breathing heavily from my father's angry gaze.

I could not believe my center was still throbbing from what that cold man had done. He hadn't even paid me, yet he did not take it easy.

"Did he think I was a prostitute?" I asked myself, walking to the full-length mirror in my cream-colored room and gasping at the sight.

My neck was covered in hickeys and red love marks, my lips swollen. My chest also had red marks, and I removed my gown to see the evidence of his rough sucking on my breasts.

"Damn it! No wonder Steven glared at me so angrily. Did Father notice I'm no longer a virgin?" 

I stared at my reflection, removing my bra to see my swollen, reddened nipples.

I heard a knock on the door. "Who's there?"

"It's me, Elsa," my handmaid replied.

"Go away, I do not need your help now," I told her.

"But Madam sent me to dress you," Elsa said.

"Shut up, Elsa, and go away! Wait until I call you," I sighed, hearing her footsteps retreat.

Elsa was my favorite among the five maids. 

I rushed to the bathroom, needing to wash off that man's lingering scent. Even after my bath, I could still smell him, his haunting silver eyes still on my mind as I returned to my bedroom, wrapped in a towel, to dress.

I was still in pain from our rough encounter, sighing as I sat on the bed.