Thelma's POV

I sat up carefully on the bed and stared at the attractive, Black man sleeping beside me. It had been an unforgettable, hot night between us, and I could still feel the centre between my legs throbbing in pain from how hard he had pounded me the previous night.

How did it all start? I was ridiculed by my two best friends, Sandra and Ella, for still being a virgin at 24 years old, and they laughed at me while I felt ashamed. I rushed down to the club room of the hotel and gulped down any available liquor, trying to forget their bullying. But a man in a black suit approached me and said, "Hello, miss."

I stared back at the man's face, wondering who he was and what he wanted from me, but I was too sorrowful to listen to him. He grabbed the bottle away from my hands and pulled me up, dragging me outside the club room. "Who are you? Let me go at once!" I screamed, as I was wearing a red, long, slim-fitted gown with black low-heel shoes. I was the only daughter of my billionaire parents and the sole heir of the BeeH Group, but the people around in the bar didn't even care to interfere, as they were absent-minded and drinking from their own bottles.

"Calm down, miss. I don't mean any harm," the man in the black suit said to me, and I got puzzled and stared up at his face. He looked much older than me, probably in his 40s or above. I had never fantasized about having an affair with an old man deemed fit to be my uncle's age-mate, and I immediately struggled to pull my hand away from his hold. "If you don't mean any harm, then release my hand at once! Let go of my hand now," I ordered him, and he sighed and quickly turned to face me, saying, "Look, miss, I really need your help on something, and I don't mind paying you heavily for this job, as I think that you're the best lady suitable for it."

"What job?" I asked him, as my sharp blue eyes searched his dark face to know if he was lying to me. I wondered if he was a boss or a servant here in City B, as only the billionaire families lived here and could afford the luxurious lifestyle. And I wondered what help the black man standing before me needed from me.

I'm a fair-complexioned young lady with a sharp, pointed nose, sparkling blue eyes, and very yellow hair, and he said to me, "Look, miss. I know that you don't know me, but I saw you when you rushed in there, and I can understand that you're heartbroken."

"So what do you need me for?" I asked him straightforwardly, and he released my left hand that he had been holding since he had dragged me with him. He said, "I want you to accompany me to spend a night with my boss."

"Your what?" I asked him in utmost disbelief and shock as I looked at him horrified. I'm the daughter of the richest man in City B, so how can this man be offering me such a useless task?

Well, I already looked so heartbroken by my two best friends' insults and ridiculing me in front of the others, and I heard the man say, "I will pay you heavily, miss, but please come with me first, as we don't have much time to delay here."

I wanted to protest with him. First, I don't know this man. Secondly, I hadn't gone out with a stranger before, as I'm usually heavily guarded by my father's security men always. My dad doesn't easily allow me out of his sight, and even in the event hall that I had used to celebrate my birthday, my dad's security men were there and guarding everywhere outside, where my friends and I were previously celebrating my birthday in the private hall session of the luxurious hotel that I had paid for, before they laughed at me in front of our colleagues.

I thought it best to follow the elderly man outside, as he looked so responsible and like an honest man too from his looks and calm demeanor, and I really want to lose my virginity to avoid my friends or anyone else laughing at me again. My father wants to trade me off for marriage to a top billionaire's son, but he hasn't yet found the right match for me that meets his requirements for the type of groom he wants to marry me to, and I'm still single and in no relationship at my age.

I silently followed the old man outside to the car park, and we got into the front seat of his car as the old man started the car engine and drove out of the luxurious hotel. I could see two masculine guards seated at the back seat of the car too in silence, as I sat at the second front seat with the old man driving, and I stared out through the window to receive fresh air on my pretty face.

We finally arrived at a magnificent white building, and I wondered who owned the powerful mansion that stood in front of me as I marveled at the exterior view of the exquisite building. I heard the old man say to me politely, "Step down, miss."

"Okay," I replied, as I remembered that I hadn't even asked the old man for his name. I gulped and stepped down from the car, and he said to me, "Come with me, miss."

I followed the old man silently into the magnificent, powerful building that stood at my viewing, as the building looked so powerful like my father's mansion too, and I could see some stationed guards around that stood guarding the magnificent building premises. We walked into the living room.

"Welcome home, Sir Adam," the three maids greeted the old man first that had brought me into the mansion, and they bowed respectfully to me and greeted me while I waved my left hand in dismissal at them. I could see Sir Adam looked surprised by my action, but he quickly said to me, "Come with me again, miss."

Sir Adam and I both walked upstairs to the second floor, as the house is a two-story building. Sir Adam paused first at a door entrance and he spoke to me, "My boss is inside in his room. Please wait here, miss. Let me first attend to him."

"Okay," I said, as I was scared and curious at the same time to know who the boss of the magnificent building was. Was he my father's age-mate or a young, handsome man like my size? I was scared and, at the same time, curious, as I admired the artistic painting on the wall, as the paintings were of ancient warriors and historical times. I stood nervously and admired the beautiful view of the second-floor lounge, and later, Sir Adam stepped out from the room door behind my back, and he said to me, "Come inside, miss."

I gulped and followed Sir Adam into the sitting room, and I almost freaked out as I could feel all the air in my body rise up in fret at the cold air conditioning blowing on my skin, and the sitting room is white, with white painting on the wall, as it seemed like everything in the sitting room is invisible and almost transparent. From the white couch to the white wall paint, the white curtains, white television, white divider, and white ceiling, everywhere was freaking white, and I heard Sir Adam say to me, "Look, miss, just do whatever my boss asked you to do, okay, as I've drugged him to have sex with you."

"What?!" My eyes widened in shock at the revelation, and I quickly told Sir Adam, "I'm not a prostitute, sir," I said, in case that's what Sir Adam thinks of me when he saw me rushed into the clubbing area of the hotel, and he replied, "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're going too, safely too."

"Is this a joke? Pay me how much?" I asked Sir Adam inquisitively, as I wasn't broke and I'm a billionaire's daughter too, as I owned a black card. So how much does Sir Adam think he could pay me?

"1 million dollars," he said, and I chuckled. "I'm worth more than that, sir, and I cannot go in there. I'm scared," I replied, as I was afraid of who the man in the bedroom was that Sir Adam wanted me to meet with.

"Please, miss," Sir Adam begged me, and I replied, "Call me Thelma," as I didn't want to mention my last name. At the mention of Sebastian, it is easy for anyone in City B to know who my father is, being that my family is among the top richest in City B.

"Okay, Miss Thelma, but we cannot continue to delay my boss. So, just name how much that you want, and I will speak to my old master about it," Sir Adam said.

"Your old master? Who's that?" I asked Sir Adam, but just then, I heard a deep, male, masculine voice ask from within the room door in front of us, "Who's there?"

I froze as the voice sounded so powerful and very commanding.

"Please go in there, Miss Thelma. I will be outside waiting for you," Sir Adams said to me, and he immediately sneaked out from the sitting room door and shut the door on me before I could utter any more words to him, leaving me standing alone.