Chapter 4

(Mavin)

"Who was that woman?" I glared at Sir Adam. The last thing I remembered was sending him for a glass of water while I reviewed my grandfather's will.

Grandpa wanted to force me into marriage, but I refused.

As the only child, I had a complicated past. My father hadn't married my mother, choosing another woman instead. My mother, a stripper and club addict, had abandoned me, leaving Grandpa to raise me. He intended to leave all his properties to me, bypassing my father and his wife.

I hated women, unable to forgive my mother's lust for pleasure, her abandonment when I needed her most.

Now, at thirty, Grandpa constantly reminded me I was getting old.

"Mavin, you need to marry, to have a successor," Grandpa repeated. I was his favorite grandson.

Grandpa had other grandchildren from his daughters, but he never looked at them with the same pride. "They all bear their fathers' surnames, not mine," he'd say.

"You need to marry, Mavin. Give me a great-grandson before I die," Grandpa said daily, like a national anthem. This time, I was enraged. That water wasn't ordinary.

My pénis felt hard as a rock. I desperately needed a woman. I burned with heat, and the pain in my member felt like it would explode.

"Adam! I'm asking you one last time before I call the police. What did you do to me, and who was that lady I saw in my bed this morning?"

I didn't want to believe I'd slept with that pretty woman. The way she'd stared at me this morning, surprised, her big round blue eyes admiring me... I was shocked. I'd never seen a woman with such large eyes. They looked so pretty on her face, blinking at me like a doll.

Her skin looked soft and pampered. I knew from the moment I woke up that she was a rich man's daughter. Her innocence was obvious.

As much as I hated women, I hadn't thought I'd sleep with one so soon. My female staff knew better than to seduce me; they'd be fired immediately.

I hadn't slept with a woman before, and I couldn't remember what happened with that pretty woman last night. I only remembered dragging her into my bedroom. Had I slept with her? I didn't know. My head still hurt, and my memory was vague.

"Tell me, what did you do to me, Sir Adam?" I roared, furious, wanting to grab Adam and beat him for daring to drug me.

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

"To do what?" I demanded, glaring at him coldly.

My sitting room door opened, and Grandpa walked in.

"Mavin, what's going on?" Grandpa asked, pretending ignorance.

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

"You can leave us, Adam," Grandpa said, but I interrupted, "No, Grandpa, I haven't asked Sir Adam to leave yet."

"What's the matter, Mavin? And who was that pretty young lady I saw leaving earlier?"

My fist clenched.

"I don't know her, Grandpa. That's why I asked Sir Adam to wait," I replied coldly. Grandpa stared at Sir Adam, feigning ignorance.

"Alright. Be quick, Mavin. I'd like you to accompany me to the hospital today," Grandpa reminded me of his appointment.

"Okay, Grandpa," I groaned.

I watched Grandpa leave, then turned back to Sir Adam.

"Start talking now, or I'll fire you this minute. Who was that fụcking lady, and where did you bring her from?" I demanded. I wanted to know something about the woman I'd slept with.

I shouldn't care, but I wanted to know where Sir Adam had found such a pretty woman, with her blue eyes, sharp nose, and innocent look.

"I met her at your hotel, boss," Sir Adam said.

"Which hotel?"

"The LX Hotel."

I frowned. That was my grandfather's hotel. He'd seized all his companies, but he couldn't seize mine unless I agreed to marry and give him a great-grandchild.

I wasn't against having children, but finding a good woman to be a mother was the problem. All my past relationships had crashed within a week or two.

"What's her name, and what family is she from? I need you to find out more about her. Research her background," I told Adam, turning to walk back to my room.

"Alright, boss." Adam turned to leave.

"Wait, Sir Adam. You haven't told me her name yet. Didn't you pay her this morning?" I asked.

I didn't want to be accused of rápe. As much as I hated to admit it, I'd slept with that woman.

She'd looked so flushed, with red marks all over her cheeks and neck, especially when I'd spun her around.

I must have touched her, kissed her, leaving those hickeys on her skin. She was soft and yellow.

It was evident I'd slept with her, and the thought made my muscles tense.

"She said her name is Thelma, boss," Sir Adam said.

"Thelma who? How can you bring a woman here without checking her identity? Where are the bank details from the payment transfer?" I demanded. Most rich families lived in City B. Either Thelma was a rich man's daughter, or she was related to one. I didn't want to think of her as a prostitute.

"Boss, I haven't transferred any payment yet. She ran away without giving me her details, and before I could get to her downstairs, Grandpa had ordered Thompson to escort her to the gate," Sir Adam replied. My fist clenched.

"Hmm, leave then and ensure to search for her," I dismissed Sir Adam and walked back to my bedroom.

I slammed the door, wanting to take a bath.

I had to prepare to take Grandpa Charlie to the hospital. I stared at my white bedspread. I loved everything white and neat.

My eyes fell on a red bloodstain. "Shit! What's that?"

I rushed to the bed and picked up the bedspread. My blood boiled.

Damn it! I had to access LX Hotel to find out what Thelma had been doing there and who she was.

"But why do I care? It was a one-night stand."

"There's no need to see her again. I dislike women, and I don't plan to speak with her again," I told myself, tossing the bedspread on the floor.

I called the maids to tidy my room and pick up the bedspread before going to the bathroom.

The sun was rising, and I hurried with my bath.