Lahat ng Kabanata ng Addicted To A Billionaire: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

(Thelma's POV) I carefully sat up on the bed and stared at the handsome, dark-skinned man sleeping beside me. It had been an unforgettable moment between us, and I could still feel the flesh between my thighs throbbing from how hard he had pounded me the previous night. 'How did it all start?' My best friends, Sandra and Ella, had been ridiculing me for being a virgin at 24 years old. I was pained by the realization that I looked so stupid in front of them. I rushed down to the club's lounge and gulped down any available liquor, hoping to forget my sorrows, but then a man approached me and said, "Hello, miss." I stared back at the man, wondering what he wanted, but I was too sad to listen to him. He snatched the bottle from my hands and dragged me outside. "Who are you? Let me go!" I screamed, wearing a red, slim-fitted long gown and black low-heeled shoes. As the only daughter of my billionaire parents and the sole heir of the BeeH Group, the people around in the bar didn't d

(Thelma's POV) "Let go of me!" I screamed as I was caught by two masculine bodyguards downstairs in the living room, who thought I was a thief and refused to release me. I saw an old man with white, full beard and gray-white hair. He had silver-looking eyes and 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, releasing me. I dusted my arms irritably where the two large men had gripped me. My pûssy was still hurting from how the handsome Black man in the room had pounded me so hard, and I still smelled of his scent. "Who... are... you, miss?" the old man with the extremely white, gray hair and beard asked me, and I greeted him first, "Good morning, sir." I assumed he was related to the Black man I had slept with, and I said, "I have to be on my way home now, sir." I saw the old Black man smile at me understandably, and he said, "Alright. Thompson, open the gate for her.

MAVIN P.O.V After my bath, I stepped out to my bedroom to wear a casual blue top and black trousers. I walked towards my room mirror to comb my short black hair, as I didn't keep a beard. I stared at my neck, feeling sore with finger-scratched marks around it, which I knew were Thelma's doing. I frowned, and my mind remembered the moment I had entered her warmth. I was beginning to have a full remembrance of what had happened between Thelma and me. I couldn't bring myself to stop the previous night, no matter how I tried, and my head ached at the remembrance as I groaned in annoyance. "Damn it!" As much as the medicine or whatever drug Sir Adam had given me had cleared off, I was still having hot flashes and a headache. I thought to warn Sir Adam again never to try such nonsense on me or to follow my grandfather's orders, or else he would be fired and dealt with, and thrown in jail. Sir Adam is a 53-year-old man who has been with me for a long time. He likes calling me "boss," sa

Thelma's POV:I woke up in my bedroom as it was a brand new day. I sat up carefully on my bed and finally slid out.I walked up towards my room window and pushed the curtains slightly open to stare out at my father's garage.I saw my elder brother, Steven Sebastian, standing there and speaking to a bodyguard outside our garage. As if Steven felt my intense gaze on him, he turned and stared upward at my room window, but I quickly shut the curtains, as I wasn't ready to greet him.I knew it would lead me to shouting, "Good morning, brother," but I wasn't ready for all that greeting, as I still felt embarrassed by the fact that I looked so red the previous day in front of them, plastered with love-kissing marks all over my skin and face.I had to do my business training, as I had graduated, but I don't know if my father would allow me to go outside our mansion again to work with the company I had chosen, and submitted my application to. Since, my mother didn't want me to learn under Steve

Thelma's POV:I picked up an orange scarf in my closet and wrapped it around my neck, before walking out of my room and going downstairs to the living room to find my parents, as the day was Sunday and the time was still after 10 a.m.Walking downstairs into our living room, I heard my father's voice as he was speaking to my mom, and I stepped into the living room, meeting their gazes. They stopped discussing as they heard my footsteps, and I stood frozen like a sacrificial lamb waiting to be slaughtered."Good afternoon, Dad, Mom," I nervously greeted my parents, and I could feel the tense aura in the living room, as my dad stared at me, and I heard him respond, "Good morning, Thelma. Aren't you going to church today?""No, Dad," I breathed out in relief, as I had thought my dad would reprimand me at home because of what I had done the day before yesterday, which was Friday night. But Dad was rather smiling at me, and that made me a little curious to know why he had that bright smile