Chapter 3 - Going home

(Thelma's POV)

"Let go of me!" I screamed as two masculine bodyguards caught me downstairs in the living room of the mansion. They thought I was a thief and held me tightly, refusing to let go.

Then I saw an old man with a full white beard and gray-white hair on his head. He had silver-looking eyes. He walked out and stared at me in confusion at first. He wore a long white garment. He stopped and spoke to the two bodyguards who had seized me: "Release the young lady."

"Yes, Grand Master," the two bodyguards said, and they released me. I dusted my arms irritably where those silly huge men had gripped me.

My pụssy was still hurting from how hard the handsome black man in the room had pounded me. I was still smelling of his scent.

"Who… are… you?" the old man with extremely white-gray hair and beard asked me. I greeted him first: "Good morning, sir."

I assumed he was related to the black man I had slept with. I said, "I have to be on my way home now, sir."

The old black man smiled at me understandingly and said, "Alright. Thompson, open the gate for her."

"Okay, Grand Master," one of the two bodyguards replied. The man named Thompson spoke to me: "Come with me, miss."

I followed him outside the mansion. We walked toward the gate, and he unlocked it for me to go out.

I was grateful that no one followed me outside.

I swiftly ran toward the bus stop and saw a yellow taxi approaching. I ordered the taxi driver to stop and told him, "To LX Hotel."

"Five thousand, madam," the taxi driver replied. I slid into the back seat, shut the cab door, and told him, "Drive."

The taxi driver started the engine and drove off. I sat nervously, feeling the throbbing between my thighs.

I watched the road as the yellow cab man in a yellow T-shirt drove to LX Hotel.

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

As I stepped into the hotel, my father's adopted son, Steven Sebastian, stared at me angrily as he strode up to meet me.

"Where the fụck did you go last night?" Steven yelled at me. I knew they were all worried sick. I hadn't picked up my phone calls and had left the hotel the previous night.

"Thelma!" Steven roared my name again. He was thirty-one years old, a tall, black guy.

"I went to see someone," I lied.

"See someone with all these red marks all over your face and neck? Who?" Steven's eyes stared at me angrily. I had always known that he loved me, and he had never once accepted the fact that he was my adopted brother.

"Leave me alone, Steven. I'm already going home." I quickly ran toward my yellow Ferrari. I needed a good bath to wash that icy man's scent off me.

Steven stood silently with the two bodyguards who accompanied him. He watched me get into my yellow Ferrari, then waved to the two guards behind him: "Let's go."

I stared at the rearview mirror and saw Steven and the two bodyguards walk back to their cars.

I sighed in relief, started my car engine, and drove out of the hotel parking lot, heading home.

I was nervous and scared. I drove the yellow Ferrari home to face my family. Steven and the second car with the bodyguards drove behind me as we all went home.

I arrived in front of my family mansion and drove my car into the garage, parking it. I could see my father standing at the mansion's frontage, his eyes glowering angrily at me.

I stepped down from my car and walked up to the mansion's frontage to face my father. It was a bright Saturday morning.

"Thelma, where did you go without answering your phone calls last night, and likewise this morning? The guards said they couldn't find you anywhere in the hotel," Father asked me angrily, his cold blue eyes burning coals at me.

I could see my mother standing worriedly beside Father. I lied: "I went… to see a friend."

"Shut your mouth, Thelma, and go inside now. This will be the last time you leave this house to celebrate your birthday in a hotel, silly girl," Father warned me. It was indeed my first time celebrating my birthday in a hotel, even though I was twenty-four years old.

Father continued to stare at me irritably. I rushed up the mansion's frontage and into the mansion.

I ran past my parents, scared, and retreated upstairs to my bedroom.

I was breathing heavily, remembering the angry look on my father's face. I swiftly locked my bedroom door as I stepped in. I didn't need the maids to disturb me. I was treated like a princess at home, with up to five maids attending to me.

I couldn't believe that my pụssy was still throbbing from what that cold man had done to me. I wasn't even paid, yet he hadn't taken it lightly with me.

"Did he think I was a prostitute?" I asked myself as I finally walked up to my bedroom's full mirror to stare at my face.

My room was painted in cream color. I gasped at the horror of what I saw in the mirror: "What?"

My neck had hickeys and red love marks all over my skin and cheeks. Worst of all, my lips looked red and swollen.

My chest was covered with red marks too. I was forced to take off my red gown to stare at my full chest and my reflection in the room mirror.

I had red marks on my full yellow breasts too. It was so evident how hard the ruthless cold man had sucked on me the previous night.

At some point, I got scared by the way he was sucking on my boobs like I was his mother and he was my baby.

"Damn it! No wonder Steven was staring at me so angrily. And Father… Did he also notice that I was no longer a virgin?"

I stared at my reflection in the room mirror once more. I removed my bra and stared at my full, swollen red nìpples.

I frowned and heard a knock on my bedroom door. I screamed out, "Who's there?"

"It's me, Elsa," my handmaid replied. I told her, "Go away. I don't need your help now."

"But madam sent me to help you," Elsa replied from outside my room door. I replied to her, "Shut up, Elsa, and go away! Wait… When I need you, I will send for you."

"Okay…" I heard Elsa reply, and I sighed as I heard her footsteps walking away.

Elsa was my favorite handmaid among all the five maids we had at home.

I sighed and rushed to my bathroom to bathe. I really needed to get all the lingering scent of that handsome cold man away from me.

The way he had stared at me like I had stolen something from him baffled me.

I sighed as I sank into the white bathtub, which was gradually filling with lukewarm water.

I relaxed and took my bath. After I was through, I stepped out and walked back into my bedroom to dress up. I was still in pain from the hot bang that had happened between me and the strange man.

I still smelled of him even after my bath. The earthy scent still lingered in my nostrils.

His silver, colorless eyes still haunted me too. I sighed and walked toward my bed to sit, still wrapped in a white long towel.