Chapter 4

MAVIN:

"Who was that lady?" I stared at Sir Adam angrily as he arrived in my room.

The last thing I remembered was that I sent him to get a glass cup of water for me, as I was busy going through my grandfather's will.

Grandpa Charlie wanted me to marry by force, and I didn't want to.

I was the only child of my parents. Though my dad didn't marry my mom, he later married another woman when I was young.

With my mom being a stripper and club addict, Grandpa had to raise me all alone.

I disliked women with passion, and I couldn't believe that my own mother was filled with the lust and pleasure of this world—that she would turn a blind eye on me and abandon me when I needed her the most.

I was thirty years old now, and Grandpa wouldn't stop reminding me that I was getting old.

"Mavin, you need to get married, so as to have a successor," Grandpa Charlie kept reminding me, as I was his favorite grandson.

Grandpa had other granddaughters and grandsons too from his two daughters and my father's wife, but he never stared at them like they mattered whenever they visited him on festive seasons. He stated, "They're all bearing their father's surname and not mine."

"You need to give me a great-grandson, Mavin, before I pass away," Grandpa kept reminding me every day like a national anthem. This time, I felt enraged, as that water wasn't ordinary.

My cọck felt as hard as a rock, and I was in need of a woman's body badly.

I was burning hot. The pain that I felt in my cọck was immeasurable, as it hurt like it wanted to explode.

"Adam! I will ask you for the last time before I involve the police. What did you do to me, and who was that lady that I saw on my bed this morning?" I growled.

I didn't want to believe that I slept with that fair lady.

The way she had stared at me in surprise with her big, round blue eyes was shocking.

I hadn't seen a lady with such big eyes before, and it looked pretty on her, as she blinked like a doll and stared at me like a dummy.

Her skin looked soft and pampered, and I knew from the moment that I set my eyes on her that she was a rich man's daughter. Her innocence was visible on her face.

As much as I disliked women around me, that didn't mean that I didn't employ them.

I hadn't slept with a woman before. But what happened between me and that lady the previous night, I couldn't remember, as my head still hurt and my memory was vague.

"Tell me for the last time, what did you do, Adam!" I felt like grabbing Adam and beating him for daring to drug me.

"I'm sorry, boss. Grand Master ordered me to do it," he apologized.

"To do what?" I asked, as I stood in my sitting room and glared at him.

Next, my sitting room door pushed open gently, and my grandpa walked in.

"Mavin, what's going on?"

"Good morning, Grandpa," I greeted him, as I was tying only a white towel around my waist. He stared from Adam to me and smiled.

"You can leave us, Adam," Grandpa spoke.

"No, Grandpa. I haven't asked Adam to leave," I quickly interfered.

"What's the matter, Mavin, and who was that beautiful lady that I saw leaving earlier?"

My fist clenched as I heard Grandpa's question.

"I don't know her—the same reason that I asked Adam to wait," I replied. I could see Grandpa stare at Adam pretentiously, like he didn't know what he had planned with my butler.

"Alright. Be fast, Mavin, as I would like you to accompany me to the hospital today," Grandpa reminded me of his treatment.

"Okay," I groaned.

I watched Grandpa turn and exit my room, while my eyes shifted to stare at Adam.

"Can you start speaking now, else I won't hesitate to fire you this minute? Who is that lady, and where did you bring her from?" I asked Adam, as I wanted to know a little about the lady I had slept with.

I knew that I shouldn't be concerned about her, but I still wanted to know where Adam saw such a pretty, big-eyed, innocent-looking lady.

"I met her at the hotel," Adam replied.

"Which hotel?" I asked.

"The LX Hotel."

I frowned, as I knew that was my grandpa's company. Grandpa had seized all the companies, and he couldn't seize my company, except I agreed and got married, or gave him a child at least, even though I wasn't married.

I wasn't against the idea of having children, but having a good woman to look after my kids was the problem, as all my past relationships had crashed and barely lasted a week.

"What's her name, and which family is she from? I need you to find out more information about her and do your research to know where exactly she's from," I ordered, and I turned to walk back into my room.

"Alright, boss." Adam turned to leave.

"Wait," I stopped him. "You haven't told me her name yet. Didn't you pay her at all?"

The last thing I didn't want was for any lady to accuse me of rápe. And as much as I didn't want to admit that I slept with that pretty—

The way she looked red, and how her body was plastered with hickeys all over her fair skin— It was evident that I did sleep with her, and the thought of it alone made my muscles harden.

"She said her name is Thelma," Adam replied.

"Thelma who? How can you bring in a lady here without her complete identity checked? Where's the bank account info that you did the payment transfer to?" I asked, as I knew mostly rich families occupied City B. Either Thelma was a rich man's daughter or she was related to one, as I didn't want to think of her as a prostitute.

"Boss, I haven't transferred her payment yet, because she ran away before I could get to her. Grandpa already ordered Thompson to escort her out," Adam explained.

"Leave and search for her. Ensure that you pay her off." I walked back into my bedroom and shut my room door heavily on Adam, as I wanted to take my bath and prepare to take Grandpa Charlie to the hospital.

I stared at my bedspread, as I loved everything white and neat.

My eyes fell on the red blood stain on the white bed, and I gasped. "What's that?"

I rushed up to the mattress, picked it up, and my blood boiled hot, as I knew exactly what it meant.

I had to gain access into LX Hotel to find out what exactly Thelma went to do there and who exactly she was.

"But why do I care about her? It was a one-night, and there's no need for me wanting to see her and speak with her again."

I tossed the bedspread away to the floor and walked into my bathroom to bathe, as the sun was already fully out and burning in the sky.