All Chapters of Addicted To A Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Thelma, I sat up carefully on the bed as I stared at the handsome dark-skinned man sleeping beside me. It had been 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, and I was pained at the realization that I looked stupid in front of them. I rushed down to the nearby club, gulping down any available liquor to forget my sorrows. Then a man approached me and said, "Hello, miss." I stared back at him, wondering what he wanted, but I was too sad to listen. The man grabbed the bottle from my hands and dragged me along to follow him. "Who are you? Let me go!" I screamed, as 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 of the BeeH Group. The people in the bar didn't dare

Thelma, "Let go of me!" I screamed as I was caught by two dark-skinned, masculine bodyguards downstairs. They probably thought I was a thief, and they held me firmly, refusing to let me go. I saw an old man with a full white beard and white hair on his head, with silver-looking eyes. He wore a long white garment and walked out, staring at me in confusion at first. "Release the lady," he told the two bodyguards. "Yes, Grand Master," the two bodyguards immediately released me, and I dusted my arms irritably where the two silly, huge men had gripped me. My pûssy was still hurting from how intensely the dark, handsome man in the room had pounded me, and I still smelled of his scent. "Who... are... you?" the old man with the extremely white, grey hair asked me, and I greeted him, "Good morning, sir." I assumed he was related to the dark man who had slept with me, and I said, "I have to be on my way home now, sir." I saw the old black man smile faintly at me and reply, "Alright. Thom

Mavin, After my bath, I stepped out to my bedroom and wore a casual blue top and black trousers. I walked towards my mirror to comb my short, black hair, as I didn't keep a beard, and I stared at my neck, feeling sore and seeing finger-scratched marks around it. I knew they were Thelma's doing. I frowned, and my mind remembered the moment I had entered her warmth. I was beginning to have a full recollection 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 out in annoyance. "Damn it!" As much as the medicine or whatever drug Sir Adam had given me had cleared, I was still having a headache. I thought to warn Sir Adam again never to try such nonsense on me or follow my grandfather's orders, unless he wanted to be fired and dealt with by being thrown in jail. Sir Adam is a 53-year-old man who has been with me for a long time, and he likes calling me "boss" to motiv

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