**Thelma**

I sat up tentatively on the bed, and stared intently at the dark-skinned, handsome man who was sleeping peacefully beside me.

It was an unforgettable moment between us, and I could still feel the flesh in between my thighs throbbing painfully from how hard that he had pounded me the previous night.

How did it all start?

I was being ridiculed mercilessly by my best friends, Sandra and Ella, for still being a virgin at 24 years old. And I was pained deeply at the realization that I looked so stupid incredibly before them.

I rushed frantically down to the clubroom to gulp down any available liquor that they had, desperately trying to forget my sorrows there. But then, a man approached me, and he asked me, "Hello, miss."

I stared back at the man and wondered curiously what he wanted. But I was too sad to listen to him.

He grabbed the bottle away from my hands forcefully and dragged me along to follow him outside.

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

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

"Calm down, miss, I don't mean any harm," the man said to me, and I paused briefly and stared up at his face warily to find out who he was.

He was wearing a black suit, he looked significantly older than me, and like a middle-aged man, probably in his 40s.

I had never fantasized about having an affair with an old man who was deemed fit to be my uncle's age-mate. And 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 away to the corner of the bar.

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

"What job?" I asked him, as my sharp blue eyes stared at his dark face suspiciously,

I wondered if he was a boss or a servant here in City B. As in City B, only billionaires could afford to live here, and I questioned 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 that you don't know me. But I saw you when you rushed in here, and I can clearly 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 here 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' insults, 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 to him.

First, I didn't know this man.

Secondly, I had never gone out with a stranger before, as I was heavily guarded by my father's bodyguards constantly.

As my dad didn't easily allow me out of his sight, in the event that I had rushed out, my dad's security men were still outside, waiting for me, unaware that I had escaped. I had changed my gown into a red gown after my friends had poured me plenty of wine and water to celebrate me in the private hall, where they all had laughed at me mockingly.

I thought it best to follow the elderly man, as he looked so responsible and honest from his appearance and calm demeanor. More likely, I wanted to lose my virginity quickly to avoid my friends ridiculing me again.

My father wanted to trade me for marriage with a top billionaire's son, but he hadn't found the right match for me, someone who met his stringent 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 smoothly out of the luxurious hotel. I could see two bodyguards seated at the back seat silently, 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 majestically in front of me.

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

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

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

As the building looked so imposing, much like my father's mansion, I could see all the stationed guards around, standing alertly in black uniforms and guarding the impressive building premises.

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

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

"Okay," I replied, as I felt scared and curious to know who was the boss of the magnificent building.

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. As I admired the artistic paintings on the wall, depicting warriors of ancient times.

I stood admiring the beautiful views of the second-floor lounge, and Sir Adam later stepped out, saying, "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 fret from the cold air conditioning blowing on my yellow skin.

The sitting room was painted in white, and every item in the sitting area 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 shocking revelation.

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

"I know, miss. Just go in there, and you will meet my boss. I promise to pay you heavily as discussed, and I will ensure you get back home safely."

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

So how much did Sir Adam think he could pay me?

"One million dollars," he said, and I chuckled derisively.

"I'm worth way more than that, Sir... and I cannot go in there, I'm scared," I replied, as I was afraid of whom the man in the bedroom was that Sir Adam was asking me to meet.

"Please, miss," Sir Adam begged me.

"Just call me Thelma," I said. 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 in City B to know who my father was, being that my family was among the richest.

"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 call out from within the room door in front of us, and I froze. The voice sounded so powerful and cold.

"Please go inside there, Miss Thelma. I will be outside here, waiting for you," Sir Adam quickly sneaked out of the sitting room and shut the door closed behind him, leaving only me standing in the white room as I stared back at the door, anxiously.