Chapter 4 - His Anger

(Mavin's POV)

"Who the hell was that woman?" I stared at Mr. Adam angrily. The last thing I remembered was that I sent 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 child of my parents. My father didn't marry my mother; he went on and married another woman when I was young. With my mom being a stripper and a club addict, Grandpa had to raise me all alone. He willed all his properties to me instead of to my father and his new wife.

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

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

"Mavin, you need to marry so you can 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. He said, "They're all bearing their father's surname, and not mine."

"You need to marry, Mavin. 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 because that water wasn't ordinary.

I felt as hard as a rock. I was really in need of a woman to have sex with. I was burning hot, and the pain in my dïck 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-skinned lady. The way she had stared at me this morning in surprise with her big round blue eyes, admiring me, shocked me. I hadn't seen a lady with such big eyes before. They looked so pretty on her face. She blinked at me like a doll and stared at me like a dummy too.

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

As much as I hated women around me, I hadn't thought I would sleep with one so soon. Most of my female staff knew better than to try to seduce me at work. 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 the past night. I only remembered the time I dragged her into my bedroom. Whether I slept with her or not, I don't know. My head still hurt, and my memory was still vague.

"Tell me for the last time, what did you do to me, Mr. Adam?" I roared at him. I was very angry and felt like grabbing Adam and hitting him, beating him for daring to drug me.

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

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

Then my sitting room door pushed open 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 wearing only a white towel around my waist. He stared from Adam to me and smiled.

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

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

My fist clenched.

"I don't know her, Grandpa. That's the same reason I asked Mr. 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. I would like you to accompany me to the hospital today," Grandpa reminded me of his medical treatment. I groaned out, "Okay, Grandpa."

I watched as my Grandpa turned and exited my sitting room. My eyes shifted to stare at Mr. Adam again.

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 asked Adam. 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 Adam had seen such a pretty lady—with her large blue eyes, pointed nose, and how innocent she looked.

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

"Which hotel?" I asked him.

"The L.X Hotel, boss."

I frowned. I knew 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 at least. Then he would release his company to me.

I wasn't against the idea of having children, but having 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 days.

"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. I stopped him: "Wait, Adam. You haven't told me her name yet. Didn't you pay her off this morning?" I asked, wanting to know. The last thing I never want was for any lady to accuse me of rape. And as much as I didn't want to agree that I had slept with that pretty lady, the way she looked so red, with red marks all over her cheeks and neck—especially when I swirled her around to face me—I knew I must have touched her the previous night and probably kissed her too, leaving all those hickeys all over her yellow-white skin. She was very pretty and soft.

It was so evident that I had slept with her. The thought alone made my muscles harden.

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

"Thelma who? How can you bring a lady here without having her complete identity checked? Where are the bank account details you used to transfer payment into her account to know her name?" I asked Mr. Adam. I knew that mostly the rich families lived and occupied City B. Either the young lady named Thelma was a rich man's daughter, or she was related to a rich man. I didn't want to think of her as a prostitute.

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

"Leave, then, and search for her," I dismissed Adam and walked back into my bedroom.

I slammed my bedroom door shut as I prepared to take my bath. I had to get ready to take Grandpa Charlie to the hospital.

I stared at my white bedspread. I love everything white and neat around me. But my eyes fell on the red bloodstain on the pristine bedsheet. I gasped, "Damn it! What's that?"

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

Damn it! I had to gain access to L.X Hotel to find out what exactly 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 want to see her again. I dislike women, and I don't plan to speak with Thelma again," I encouraged myself and tossed the white bedspread away on the floor.

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

The sun rose gradually toward the earth's surface, and I hurried with my bath.