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THELMA: I sat up carefully on the bed as I stared at the dark-skinned, handsome man sleeping beside me. It was an unforgettable, hot night 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? I had been ridiculed by my best friends, Sandra and Ella, for still being a virgin at 24 years old. I was pained by the realization that I looked stupid before them. I rushed down to the nearby club to gulp down any available liquor and to forget my sorrows. Then a man approached me and asked, "Hello, miss." I stared back at the man and wondered what he wanted, but I was too sad to listen. He grabbed the bottle from my hands and dragged me along to follow him. "Hey! Who are you? Let me go!!" I screamed. I was wearing a slim-fitted long red gown with black low-heel shoes. I was the only daughter of my billionaire parents and the sole heir to B.H Group. The people in the bar didn’t dare to interfer

THELMA: "Let go of me!!" I screamed as two masculine bodyguards caught me downstairs in the mansion's living room. They thought I was a thief, held me strongly, and refused to let me go. I saw an old man with a full white beard; the hair on his head was gray-white, too. He had silver-looking eyes. He walked out and stared at me in confusion at first. He was wearing 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 replied and released me. I dusted my arms irritably where the two silly, huge men had gripped me just now. My pûssy was still hurting from how the handsome black man in the room had pounded me so hard, and I still reeked of his scent. "Who… are… you?" the old man with extremely white-gray hair and a beard asked me. I greeted him first: "Good morning, sir." I assumed he was related to the black man in the room—the one I had slept with—and I said, "I have to be on my way h

-MAVIN- After my bath, I stepped into my bedroom and dressed in a casual blue top and black trousers. I walked toward the mirror to comb my short black hair, noticing sore, scratched marks on my neck. Thelma must have left them during our encounter. My memory of last night was returning in fragments—how I’d entered her warmth, how I hadn’t been able to stop myself. The recollection made my head throb. "Damn it!" The effects of whatever Sir Adam had given me had worn off, but I still felt hot flashes and a lingering headache. I needed to warn him never to pull such a stunt again—or follow Grandpa’s orders—unless he wanted to lose his job and end up in jail. Sir Adam was fifty-three, a loyal servant who had been with me for years. He always called me "boss," claiming it motivated me and reminded me of my status in City B. I sighed and turned away from the mirror, finishing my cologne before heading downstairs to accompany Grandpa to the hospital, as promised. --- Grandpa was beam

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