THELMA P.O.V

I sat up carefully on the bed and stared at the handsome Black man who was sleeping beside me.

It was an unforgettable moment between us, and I could still feel my pụssy 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 so stupid in front of them.

I rushed down to the club room and gulped down any available liquor to forget my sorrows, but then a man approached me and asked, "Hello, miss."

I stared back at the man, wondering what he wanted, but I was too sad to listen to him. He grabbed the bottle away from my hands and dragged me along to follow him outside.

"Who are you? Let me go!" I screamed as I was wearing a red slim-fitted long gown with my black low-heel shoes.

As I was the only daughter of my billionaire parents and the sole heir of the BeeH Group, the people around the bar didn't dare to interfere, as they were rather absent-minded and drinking from their liquor bottles.

"Calm down, miss, I don't mean any harm," the man said, and I paused and stared up at his face. He was wearing a black suit and looked older than me, probably in his 40s.

I had never fantasized about having an affair with an old man, one who could be my uncle's age-mate. I immediately struggled to pull my hands away from his hold.

"Calm down, miss, I don't mean any harm," he repeated as he took me to the corner of the bar.

"If you don't mean any harm, then let go of my hands," I said, and he sighed and quickly spoke to me, "Look, miss, I need your help, and I think you're the best lady suitable for the job."

"What job?" I asked him, my sharp blue eyes staring at his dark face.

I wondered if he was a boss or a servant here in City B, as only the billionaires could afford to live here. I wondered what help the Black man standing before me needed from me.

I was a fair-complexioned young lady, light-skinned, and he said, "Look, miss. I know you don't know me, but I saw you when you rushed in here, and I can understand that you're heartbroken."

"So what do you need me for?" I asked him quickly, and he released my left hand first, the one he had dragged me with, and he said, "I want you to accompany me to spend a night with my boss."

"What? Your... your what?" I asked him again, in utmost disbelief.

As I was the daughter of the richest man in City B, how could this man be offering me such a useless task?

Well, I already looked too heartbroken from my two best friends' insult, and I heard him say, "I will pay you heavily, miss, but please come with me first, as we don't have much time to delay."

I wanted to protest with him. First, I didn't know this man. Secondly, I hadn't gone out with a stranger before, as I was heavily guarded by my father's bodyguards always. My dad didn't easily allow me out of his sight. And in the event that I had rushed out, my dad's security men were still outside, waiting for me on the ground floor, not knowing that I had escaped.

I had changed my blue gown into a red one after my friends had poured me plenty of wine and water to celebrate me in the private hall, where they had finally laughed at me.

I thought it best to follow the elderly man, as he looked so responsible and honest from his looks and calm demeanor. And more likely, I wanted to lose my virginity quickly to avoid my friends' ridicule.

My father wanted to trade me for marriage with a top billionaire's son, but he hadn't found the right match for me who met his requirements for the type of groom he wanted me to marry.

I silently followed the man outside to the parking lot, and we got into the car, while he drove it out of the luxurious hotel. I could see two bodyguards seated in the back seat of the car in silence, as I sat in the second front seat with him.

We arrived at a magnificent building, and I wondered who owned the powerful mansion that stood before me.

"Step down, miss," the middle-aged man said to me, and I remembered that I hadn't even asked him his name.

I gulped and stepped down, and he said, "Come with me, miss."

I gulped as I followed the man into the magnificent, powerful building that stood before me.

The building looked as powerful as my father's mansion, and I could see all the stationed guards around, dressed in black uniforms and guarding the premises.

"Welcome, Sir Adam," the young maids greeted the old man who had brought me into the mansion. They bowed at me respectfully too, and I waved my left hand in dismissal at them. I could see Sir Adam looked surprised by my action, but he quickly said, "Follow me, miss."

I followed Sir Adam, and we walked upstairs to the second floor. The house was a magnificent two-story building, and he paused and spoke to me, "My boss is inside here. Please wait here first, miss, let me first attend to him."

"Okay," I replied, scared and curious to know who the boss of the magnificent building was. Was he my father's age-mate or a handsome young man like me?

I was scared and at the same time curious to know. I stood admiring the beautiful views of the second-floor lounge, and the artistic paintings on the wall of ancient warriors.

Sir Adam later stepped out and said to me, "Come inside, miss."

I gulped and followed Sir Adam into the sitting room. I could feel all the air in my body stand up in fright at the cold air conditioning blowing on my fair skin.

The sitting room was painted in white, and every item in the sitting was white and almost invisible to me. Sir Adam said, "Look, miss, just do whatever my boss wants you to do, as I have drugged him to have sex with you."

"You what?!" My eyes widened in shock at the revelation.

"I'm not a prostitute," I said, in case that's what Sir Adam thought of me when he saw me rush into the club area.

"I know, miss, just go in there, and you will meet with my boss. I promise to pay you heavily as discussed, and I will take you back home to wherever you came from safely."

"Is this a joke? Pay me how much?" I asked Sir Adam inquisitively. As I wasn't broke and was a billionaire's daughter, and I owned a black card.

"1 million dollars," he said, and I chuckled out laughing.

"I'm worth more than that, sir. And I cannot go in there, I'm scared," I replied, afraid of who the man in the bedroom was that Sir Adam was asking me to see.

"Please, miss," Sir Adam begged me.

"Just call me Thelma," I said, as I didn't want to mention my father's last name. At the mention of "Sebastian" in City B, it was easy for anyone else to know who my father was, as my family was among the richest in the city.

"Okay, Miss Thelma, but we cannot continue to delay my boss. Just name how much you want, and I will speak to my old master about it."

"Your old master? Who's that?" I asked, but just then, I heard a deep, masculine voice ask from within the room door in front of us, and I froze. The voice sounded so powerful and very cold.

"Please go inside there, Miss Thelma, I will be outside here, waiting for you," Sir Adam quickly sneaked out of the sitting room, shutting the door on me, leaving me standing alone in the white room, staring back at the door.