Chapter 2

THELMA

I gulped as I stared at the huge white door in front of me, afraid of the masculine figure that would step out.

I remembered that Mr. Adam had asked me to go in, but I still stood nervously in my long red gown, continuing to stare at the huge door.

I heard the scattering of things inside the room. I was seriously afraid and felt like peeing on my pant.

"Was it a monster in the room that Mr. Adam wanted to pay me to sleep with?"

I asked myself as I trembled. Before I knew it, I was gradually stepping backward. I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and the magnificent white door creaked open.

I jumped back in fright. A dark-skinned handsome tall man with short black hair and deep silver, almost colorless eyes stepped out of the room. He staggered to regain his balance first, then stared at me.

He was so handsome. My jaw dropped, and my struggle at the door behind me paused as I stared at him properly.

The man looked like a demigod, a model, or an actor. He held my gaze while I held his.

My blue eyes met his silver, colorless eyes. Then he asked me, "Who are you?"

My lips parted to speak my name, but no words came out.

The man stared at me angrily. Then he strode up to meet me. I still stood frozen at the door. He approached me and grabbed my shoulder to throw me out of the sitting room as he attempted to unlock the door, but he paused.

"Damn it!" he cursed, staggering again and leaning more on my slim frame.

I inhaled his masculine scent and felt something I had never felt before in my core.

The man seemed to have lost his balance and held onto me.

"Who brought you..." His words trailed off, and he began to sweat heavily.

He is a tall man, so he stood up, shut the doo, and stared at my face like a predator.

"Who let you in here?" he asked again. I could see his face contorted in pain.

He stared at me angrily, like I was a pest he wanted to get rid of. Then he cursed again, "Shit! What's wrong with me?"

He looked like he was in serious pain. He grabbed my arms and carried me into the bedroom.

"Let go of me!" I screamed. He froze as he heard my tiny voice.

"You have to bear with me, Miss. Something is wrong with me, and I cannot help it, but I want you," he said, seeming under the influence of something.

"You want me?" I asked, as if I had forgotten why I was in his bedroom too.

"Yes," he replied and started stripping off his white top and white trousers. I gulped hard as I stared at his masculine dark chest.

I immediately looked away from him. His bedroom was painted white and neat too.

I did not know he had stripped off all his clothes until he approached me. He hugged my waist from behind, and his hot voice fanned my left ear, "What are you still waiting for? Strip."

The man helped me strip off my red dress. I was helpless and in need of him, too.

"Wait..." I was nervous, as it was my first time, but this silly man was already ready to get down in bed with me.

His body was hot. Seeing his hard cóck, I immediately gasped, "Ha!"

I looked away to hide my embarrassed look. Then he carried me to the bed and pinned me down. He started taking off my bra, and I melted on the bed while inhaling his strong masculine scent. I watched him take off my underwear too.

He kissed me roughly first. But when my lips parted and gave him access to my tongue, he calmed. He reached for my pụssy, and I jolted.

I was scared. I wanted to push him off, as he was drunk and acting under the influence of aphrodisiac. But he was strong, and I could not push him off.

"Damn it! What's wrong with me?" he asked himself again, like he was trying to stop himself from doing what he was about to do. Then he pinned me to the bed and parted my legs open.

I was afraid. I tried to shut my eyes closed to feel the pain. Then I winced as I felt him enter me.

I gripped his arms to stop, but he could not. He kept thrusting into me with passion.

He panted and moaned as I groaned in pleasure. But he seized me and continued with the steady thrust of his hips against mine. After he reached his climax, he collapsed right next to me.

I was scared to death. My pụssy hurt. He did not romance me like what I had read in romance novels. He did not pet me or try to get me ready.

He just grabbed me, threw me onto his bed, used me for his own satisfaction, and then snored right next to me.

I wanted to get up from the bed, but I felt his large arm wrapped around my waist in a possessive hug.

I was too weak to push his hands off, so I slowly shut my eyes and lay back on the bed beside him.

I later woke up again, as it was not yet morning. I sat up on the bed and wanted to search for my dress to wear, but I still felt tired from the previous night's event. My head still ached. I fell asleep again on the bed after staring at the dark-skinned handsome man sleeping peacefully beside me.

Later, it was morning. The sun rays shone on my face, and I woke up again. I carefully sat up on the bed.

I stared beside me and did not see the black man on the bed. Instead, he stood by the window glaring at me.

He was wrapped in a white towel around his waist, and he had pulled the curtains wide open to allow the sun rays on my face. He stared at me with anger-filled eyes.

"Who are you, and how did you get into my bedroom?" he asked. I could still feel the pain between my thighs, and yet he asked me those silly questions.

He looked so powerful, but I ignored him. I carefully slid out of the bed and realized I was nàked, as he had pulled off all my clothes the previous night and flung them scattered around his bedroom.

"Answer me! How did you get in here, and what happened between us?" he asked again. He charged at me, gripped my left arm, and swirled me around to face him.

I met his dark handsome face again. His colorless silver eyes sent shivers crashing down my spine. I gulped and parted my lips to speak, but no words came out of my trembling lips.

"Take your things and get out," he spat. I shuddered away from him.

I quickly searched the room for my red gown, and the red pant and bra I wore the previous day. I could still feel his cold eyes watching my every move.

He threw a towel at me and thundered, "Get out!"

I was frightened like a chicken scared to death. I swiftly ran out of his bedroom to dress up in the sitting room, not minding that I was nàked.

I wore my red pant and bra quickly and fumbled to wear my red gown too.

I had luck, as there was no zip on my red gown. I searched around the sitting room for my red purse that I had brought the previous night. I remembered that my red purse was still in his bedroom with the strange man I had just had a one-night stand with—if I would even call it a one-night stand.

I paused and knocked on his bedroom door again. His domineering aura frightened me the most, but still my hands shook as I knocked on the door. The red purse contained my phone and car keys too.

Knock, knock. I knocked and heard no response from him.

I pushed the door open and peeked my beautiful head into his bedroom. I apologized, "Please, sir, I forgot to take my red purse."

I saw the man standing beside the king-size bed on a phone call. So I quickly rushed into his room like a crazy lady, took my purse, and darted out of the house.

I bumped into Mr. Adam as I rushed out to the very white sitting room again. He spoke to me, "Good morning, miss. Please wait, let me.."

Before Mr. Adam could complete his statement, I immediately ran away from the sitting room, exited the second-floor lounge, and rushed downstairs.