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, so they held me tightly and refused to let me go.

An old man with a full white beard and white hair stepped out. He had silver-looking eyes and wore a long white garment. He stared at me in confusion at first, then spoke to the two bodyguards who were holding me.

“Release the lady.”

“Yes, Grand Master,” the two bodyguards replied immediately. They let go of me, and I dusted my arms irritably where the two huge men had gripped me.

My bottom was still hurting from how intensely the handsome man upstairs had pounded into me, and I still smelled of his scent.

“Who… are… you?” the old man with extremely white-grey hair asked.

I greeted him. “Good morning, sir.”

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

The old black man smiled faintly at me and replied, “Alright. Thompson, open the gate for her.”

“Okay, Grand Master,” one of the two hefty guards answered. The man named Thompson spoke to me. “Come with me.”

I quickly followed him out of the living room. The mansion was extremely big. As we stepped outside, he unlocked the gate for me. I was grateful that no one followed me out.

I swiftly ran to the bus stop, saw a cab approaching, and ordered the driver, “LX Hotel.”

“Five thousand, madam,” the cab man replied. I slid into the back seat, shut the door, and said, “Drive.”

The cab man started the engine and drove off. I sat uneasily, still feeling the throbbing between my thighs. I watched the road as the driver in the yellow T-shirt took me back to LX Hotel.

I stepped out, paid for the ride, and rushed into the hotel to get my car.

As I entered, my father’s adopted son Steven Sebastian stared at me angrily and strode up to meet me.

“Where did you go last night?” Steven yelled.

I knew they had all been worried sick because I hadn’t answered my phone and had left the hotel.

“Thelma!” Steven roared. He was thirty years old and dark-skinned like man I had slept with.

“I went to see someone,” I lied.

“See someone with all these red marks all over your face and neck? Who?” Steven’s eyes glared at me. I had always known he cared about me and had never accepted that he was only my adopted brother. He stated we were half siblings.

“Leave me alone. I’m going home.” I quickly ran to my yellow Ferrari. I really needed a good bath to wash that icy man’s scent off me.

Steven stood with the stationed guards and watched me get into my sleek car. Then he waved to the two guards behind him. “Let’s go.”

I glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Steven and the guards walking back to their cars. I sighed in relief, started my car, and drove out of the hotel parking lot.

I was nervous and scared as I drove home to face my family, while Steven and the second car followed behind me.

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I arrived in front of my family mansion, drove into the garage, and parked. My father stood at the frontage, his eyes burning angrily at me.

I stepped out of my yellow Ferrari and walked up to face my parents. It was a bright Sunday morning.

“Thelma, where did you go without answering your phone last night or this morning? The guards said they couldn’t find you anywhere around the hotel,” Father asked with his cold, burning eyes. My mother stood worriedly beside him.

“I went… to see a friend,” I lied.

“Shut your mouth and go inside. This is the last time you’re leaving this house to celebrate your birthday in a hotel,” Father warned me in a stern tone. It was indeed the first time I had celebrated my birthday in a hotel, despite I was twenty-four.

Father continued to stare at me irritably as I rushed into the mansion. I ran past him and Mother and retired upstairs to my bedroom.

I was breathing heavily, remembering the angry look on my father’s face. I swiftly locked my bedroom door. I didn’t want the maids disturbing me, too.

I was treated like a princess at home and had up to five maids attending to me.

I couldn’t believe my bottom was still throbbing in pain from what that cold man had done to me. I hadn’t even been paid, and he hadn’t taken it lightly with me.

“Did he think I was a prostitute?” I asked myself as I walked up to the full-length mirror in my cream-coloured bedroom. I gasped at the horror of what I saw.

My neck was covered in hickeys and long red marks, and my lips looked red and swollen. My chest was also covered in red marks. 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 yellow breasts. It was obvious how hard the ruthless cold man had sucked on me the previous night. At some point I had even been scared by the way he sucked on my boobs as though he were my baby.

“Damn it! No wonder Steven was staring at me so angrily. And Father… did he notice I was no longer a virgin?”

I stared into the mirror again, removed my bra, and looked at my swollen red buds.

I frowned when I heard a knock on my door.

“Who’s there?”

“It’s me, Elsa,” my handmaid replied.

“Go away. I don’t need your help now.”

“But madam sent me to assist you,” Elsa said from outside.

“Shut up and go. Wait. When I need you, I’ll send for you.”

“Okay…” I heard Elsa reply, and I sighed as her footsteps walked away.

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

The way he had stared at me as though I had stolen something from him baffled me. I sighed as I sank into the white bathtub and gradually filled it with lukewarm water.

I relaxed and took my bath. When I was done, I stepped out and walked back into my bedroom, still wrapped in a long white towel. I was still in pain from the hot encounter with the strange man.

I could still smell him, and the earthy scent lingered in my nostrils even after the bath. His silver, colourless eyes still haunted me. I sighed and walked towards my bed to sit.