Part 4

Mavin:

"Who the hell was that woman?" I stared at Mr. Adam angrily. The last thing I remembered was sending him to get me a glass of water while I was busy going through my grandfather's will.

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

I was the only son and child of my parents. Though, my father didn't marry my mother; instead, he went on and married another woman.

When I was young, with my mom being a stripper and club addict, Grandpa had to raise me all alone. He willed all his properties to me, too, instead of to my father and his wife.

I hated women with a passion. I couldn't believe that my own mother was so filled with the lust and pleasure of the flesh that she would turn a blind eye to me and abandon me when I needed her the most.

I am 30 years old now, and my grandpa wouldn't stop reminding me that I was getting old.

"Mavin, you need to marry so as to have a successor," Grandpa kept reminding me. I am his favorite grandson.

Grandpa has other granddaughters and grandsons from his daughters, but he never looked at them like they were his grandsons whenever they visited him. As he stated, "They're all bearing their father's surname, and not mine."

"Mavin, you need to marry, to give me a great-grandson before I pass away," Grandpa kept saying to me every day like a national anthem. And this time I was enraged, as that water wasn't ordinary.

I felt as hard as a rock, and I was really in need of a woman to have sex with. I was burning hot, and the pain I felt in my member was immeasurable; 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 I saw on my bed this morning?"

I didn't want to believe that I had slept with that pretty, fair lady. The way she had stared at me this morning in surprise, with her big, round blue eyes admiring me—I was shocked, as I hadn't seen a lady with eyes that big before. They looked so pretty on her face as she blinked at me like a doll and stared at me like a dummy.

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

As much as I hated having women around me, I hadn't thought I would sleep with one so soon. Most of my female staff knew best not to try to seduce me at work, as they would be fired immediately.

I hadn't slept with a lady before, and I couldn't remember what happened between me and that pretty lady last night. I only remembered the time I had carried her into my bedroom. Whether I had slept with her or not, I didn't know. My head still hurt and my memory was still vague.

"Tell me for the last time, what did you do to me, Adam?!" I roared. I was very angry, feeling the urge to grab Adam and beat him for daring to drug me.

He apologized to me. "I'm sorry, boss. Grandmaster ordered me to do it."

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

My sitting room door opened gently, and my grandpa walked in.

"Mavin... what's going on here?" Grandpa asked, pretending not to know.

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

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

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

My fist clenched as I heard my grandpa's question.

"I don't know her, Grandpa. That is the same reason I have asked Adam to wait," I replied coldly. I could see Grandpa staring at Mr. Adam pretentiously, like he didn't know what he had planned with our butler.

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

I watched as my grandpa turned and exited my sitting room, while my eyes shifted to narrowed at Mr. Adam.

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

I knew I shouldn't be concerned about her, but I still wanted to know where Mr. Adam had found such a pretty lady with those blue eyes, that pointed nose, and that innocent look.

"I met her at our hotel," Mr. Adam said.

"Which hotel?" I asked.

"The LX Hotel."

I frowned, knowing that was my grandfather's hotel. My grandfather had literally seized all his companies, but he couldn't seize mine—unless I agreed to marry and give him a great-grandchild. Only then would he release his companies to me.

I wasn't against the idea of having children, but finding a good woman who would be a mother to my kids was the problem. All my past relationships had crashed, barely lasting a week or two.

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

"Alright, boss." Adam turned to leave the sitting room, but I stopped him. "Wait, Adam... You haven't told me her name yet. Didn't you pay her off this morning?"

The last thing I wanted was for any lady to accuse me of rápe, much as I didn't want to admit I had slept with her.

She had looked so flushed, with red marks all over her cheeks and neck, especially when I had swirled her around to face me.

I knew I must have touched her the previous night and was probably the one who had kissed her, leaving all those hickeys over her pale skin. She was very fair and soft.

It was so evident that I'd slept with her, and the thought alone made my muscles harden.

"Boss, she said her name is Thelma," Adam said.

"Thelma who? How can you bring a lady here without having her identity checked? Where are the bank account details you used to transfer payment into her account?" I asked. I knew that most of the rich families resided in City B. Either the young lady named 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 to her account yet. She ran away without giving me her details, before I could get to her downstairs. Grandpa had already ordered Thompson to escort her to the gate," Mr. Adam replied, and my fist clenched.

"Hmm. Leave and find her to pay her off," I dismissed Adam and finally walked back into my bedroom.

I slammed my bedroom door, wanting to take a bath. I had to prepare to take Grandpa Charlie to the hospital. I stared at my white bedspread, as I love everything white and neat around me.

But my eyes fell on a red bloodstain on the white sheet, and I gasped. "Damn it! What's that?"

I rushed toward the bedspread and picked it up. My blood boiled as I realized exactly what it meant.

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

"But why do I care about her anyway? It was a one-night stand between us."

"There's no need for me to see her again. I dislike women, and I don't plan to speak with her again," I encouraged myself and tossed the white bedspread onto the floor.

I immediately called the maids' line to come and tidy up my bedroom and pick up the bedspread, before I went into the bathroom.

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