CHAPTER 3
1329 Words
(Thelma's POV)
"Let go of me!" I screamed as I was caught by two dark masculine bodyguards downstairs. They probably thought I was a thief, and they held me strongly, refusing to let me go.
I saw an old man with white, full beard, and his hair on his head was gray too, as he had silver-looking eyes. He wore a white garment and walked out, staring at me in confusion at first.
"Release the lady," the old man said to the two bodyguards.
"Yes, Grand Master," the two bodyguards hastily released me, and I dusted my arms irritably at where the two silly, huge men had gripped me.
My pûssy was still hurting from how intensely the dark man in the room had pounded me, and I smelled of his scent.
"Who... are... you?" the old man with extremely white, grey hair asked me, and I greeted him, "Good morning, sir."
I assumed he was related to the dark man that 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. Thompson, open the gate for her."
"Okay, Grand Master," one of the two hefty guards replied, and the man named Thompson spoke to me, "Come with me."
I gulped and followed him, and he took me out of the living room as the mansion was extremely big. As we stepped out, he unlocked the gate for me, and I was grateful that I wasn't being followed outside.
I immediately ran away to the bus stop and saw a cab approaching. I ordered the cab driver, "LX Hotel."
"5000 dollars, madam," the cab driver replied, and I swiftly slid into the back seat.
I shut the door and spoke, "Drive."
The cab driver started the yellow car engine and drove off, while I sat with uneasiness, still feeling the throbbing in between my thighs. I watched the road as the yellow cab driver in a yellow T-shirt and black trouser drove the car down to L.X Hotel.
I got out of the car and paid for my ride, rushing into the hotel grounds to get my car.
As I stepped in, my father's adopted son, Steven Sebastian, stared at me angrily as he strode up to meet me.
Steven was dressed impeccably in a white shirt and black trouser, paired with black shoes.
"Where did you go to last night?" Steven yelled at me, and I knew they were all worried sick as I didn't pick up my phone calls and had left the hotel too last night.
"Thelma!" Steven roared out my name. He was a 30-year-old, dark-skinned guy.
"I went to see someone," I lied.
"See someone with all these red marks all over your face and neck? Who?" Steven's eyes stared at me angrily. I had always known that he loves me too, and he had never for once accepted the fact that he was my adopted brother, as he planned to court me secretly.
"Leave me alone, I'm going home," I ran away to my yellow car, as I really needed a good bath and to wash that icy man's scent off me.
Steven stood with the two bodyguards as he watched me get into my yellow car, and he waved over to the two guards standing behind him, "Let's go."
I stared at the rearview mirror and saw Steven and the two guards had all walked back to their cars, and I sighed in relief as I started my yellow car and drove out from the hotel parking lot.
I was nervous and scared, so I drove back home to face my family, while Steven and the second car with the guards followed behind my car.
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I arrived in front of my family mansion and drove into the garage, parking. I could see my father standing at the mansion's frontage, his blue eyes burning angrily at me.
I stepped down from my car first and walked up to the mansion's frontage to face my father, as it was a bright Saturday morning.
"Thelma, where did you go to without answering your phone call last night and this morning too, as the guards stated that they couldn't find you anywhere around the hotel?" My father asked me with his cold, burning eyes, and I could see my mom stood worriedly beside him.
"I went... to see a friend," I lied.
"Shut up your mouth and go in. And this is the last time that you're leaving this house to celebrate your birthday in a hotel," Father warned me in a slight warning tone, as it was indeed my first time celebrating my birthday in a hotel, and I was 24 years old.
My father continued to stare at me irritably as I immediately rushed into the mansion, running past parents as I retired back upstairs to my bedroom.
I was breathing heavily, remembering the angry look on my father's face, and I locked up my room door, as I didn't need the maids to disturb me either.
I was being treated like a princess at home, and I had up to five maids attending to me.
I couldn't believe it that my center was still throbbing in pain from what that cold man had done to me.
I wasn't even paid, and yet, he didn't even take it lightly with me.
"Did he think I was a prostitute?" I asked myself as I walked up to my bedroom full-length mirror. My room was painted in cream color, and I gasped out, "What!" at the horror of what I saw.
My neck had red marks all over my body, and my lips looked red and swollen. My chest was covered with red marks too, and I was forced to take off my red gown to stare at my full chest and my reflection in the room mirror.
I had red marks all over my full, yellow brẹasts, and it was so evident on how hard the ruthless, cold man had sucked on me so hard the previous night.
At some point, I got scared with the way he was sucking on my boobs like I was his mother and he was my baby.
"s**t!.. No wonder Steven was staring at me so angrily, and Father... Did he notice I was no longer a virgin?"
I stared at my room mirror again and removed my bra, staring at my swollen, red buds.
I frowned and heard a knock on my room door, and I screamed out, "Who's there?"
"It's me, Elsa," my handmaid replied, and I told her, "Go away, I don't need your help now."
"But madam sent me to assist you," Elsa replied from outside my room door, and I replied, "Shut up and go and wait.. When I need you, I will send for you."
"Okay," I heard Elsa reply, and I sighed as I heard her footsteps walking away.
Elsa was my favorite handmaid among all the five personal maids that I had, and I sighed and quickly rushed to my bathroom to bathe, as I really wanted to get rid of all the lingering scent of that handsome, cold man.
The way he had stared at me like I stole something from him seemed to baffle me, and I sighed as I sank into the white bathtub and gradually filled it up with lukewarm water.
I relaxed and took my bath, and after I was through, I stepped out and walked back into my bedroom again, as I was still in pain from the hot bang I had with the strange man.
I still scented of him, and the earthy scent still lingered in my nostrils even after I had taken my bath.
His silver eyes still haunted me, and I sighed and walked towards my bed to sit, as I was wrapped in a white, long towel.
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