Addicted To A Billionaire

CHAPTER 8

(Thelma's POV)

I finished eating my breakfast in my bedroom and stood up from the chair, walking to the mirror to stare at my beautiful, yellow reflection again. I have a sharp, pointed nose, and my blue eyes were sharp and enchanting as well. I smiled as I walked away from the mirror and stripped off my clothes to take a bath in the bathroom.

I stepped into the bathtub and bathed quickly, as I still wanted to meet with my father, as I know that I had been avoiding him since the previous day too.

I sighed and knew that my mother was partially right about me being a dummy, and I shouldn't have paid any heed to Sandra and Ella's words, as they were closer to each other than me. And they sometimes behave jealously of me because my parents were richer than their own, and my father's company has won many prestigious awards and recognition in City B.

My mom actually wanted me to take over my dad's company instead of my elder brother, Steven Sebastian. As mom only acknowledges Steven as her adopted son, even though she made it open to me that she wasn't his mother, but she still speaks to Steven freely and discusses with him too.

Steven also knew that my mom didn't fully accept him as her son, as she said my father had him with his first love, and I had never seen Steven's mother before, for one day, as my mother also said that she didn't even know who Steven's mother was.

But I knew that my mom was bitter internally, as she wished she was the first love of my father and the only woman in his life too. But nonetheless, we were a happy family, and Steven has been the one looking after my father's company and also looking after me too, as my elder, big brother.

I finally stepped out from my bathroom and walked up to my bed to pick up the clothes that I had taken out from my closet when I was previously ransacking for what I would wear.

I dried up my body first, and after I was through with drying my body, I rubbed my orange cream, as it made me scent so delicious and divine. And I was supposed to be feeling sad and hurt that I had given out my pride to a stranger.

But when I think about the man that I had slept with, I knew he was a powerful man in City B, from his mansion and the room. I knew he was someone of importance in City B, as only the rich and well-to-do families could afford to base in City B.

And with the number of guards that I saw guarding the man's mansion too, and the two silly guards that had caught me when I wanted to escape, I knew that the handsome man was a big shot and not a poor man that didn't have anything.

Assuming I knew his name and who he really was, when my mom was asking me the name of the man that I had slept with, I could have just told her his name, but I didn't know his name. And I wonder how I would get married to a man that I absolutely know nothing about.

But when I remember how the man had moaned in satisfaction and thrust into me, I shiver and somehow wished we don't cross paths again. I'm not ready to meet that angry face of his, even though he is handsome. He still looks ugly with that angry look on his face.

I finished rubbing my orange cream around my body and picked up my clothes, wearing them as I set to go downstairs to finally inform my parents officially that I will be resuming with my intern training at MW Group. Although I could have opted for my internship at B.H Group, but I didn't want Steven to be my mentor, as Steven only pampers me, and he won't get to teach me all that I'm supposed to learn.

And my mom isn't in support of me learning directly from Steven as my coach, as she prefers someone else to do the job, since she wants me to take over my father's company other than Steven.

I'm through with wearing my clothes, and I stare at my reflection again as I picked up my comb and combed my hair. Just then, my mobile phone rang out, and I walked back to check for it, finally seeing where I had plugged it to charge the previous day.

I took my phone ringing and stared at the caller, seeing it was Sandra calling me. I frowned and answered her call.

"Hello, Thelma, what's up with you today, and I'm sorry about how Ella and I had laughed at you the previous day, as you ran away from the party, despite us celebrating you."

I kept quiet for a while, as I was still holding my comb with my right hand, and I asked Sandra, "Is this why you're calling me now?"

"Yes, Thelma, I'm very sorry, please..." Sandra begged.

"It's okay, I'm not angry with you, Sandra, but guess what? I'm no longer a virgin too now. So, nothing to laugh at me about," I said.

"WHAT!" Sandra screamed out, as she couldn't believe what I just told her on the phone call.

"It's a lie, Thelma. You're lying to me," She said.

"Well, I'm not," I replied, smiling in satisfaction to know that I don't have anything for anyone to laugh at me again.

"But how? I mean, how did you lose your virginity, when Ella and I both know that you don't have a boyfriend?" Sandra asked me, and I replied, "Well, yes, I don't have a boyfriend now. But I will soon have one."

"I don't understand you again, Thelma. How did you lose it? Don't tell me that you just agreed to sleep with any man just like that, and just because of what Ella and I had said?" Sandra inquisitively asked, and I yelled, "Don't ask me that, Sandra! As you and Ella didn't just ask me if I was still a virgin at 24 years, as you both knew that I don't have a boyfriend and just graduated, yet you both laughed at me publicly and made me look so stupid in front of everyone that we invited at the hotel."

I almost broke down in tears at the remembrance of how Ella had shamelessly screamed out, "WHAT THE f**k!! WHO IS STILL A VIRGIN AT 24 YEARS OLD! THELMA!"

I was so embarrassed, and disappearing away from the event hall was all I could think of, but I couldn't drive back home in that state, so that led me to the section of the clubroom, and I decided to have something to drink to forget about them.

Now Sandra is asking me nonsense about who I lost my virginity to.

"I'm sorry, Thelma, I really didn't mean to laugh at you with the rest of our friends, if not how Ella had screamed out. Has she called you yet to apologize to you?" Sandra asked me, and I replied to her, "No. I don't need Ella's apology, as I'm no longer a virgin and there's nothing for me to be angry about. And like I said, I don't know the man, and I don't want to have anything to do with you and Ella again, for my mental health's sake, and to avoid making me get sad or depressed about anything again, as you both aren't truly my friends. So, don't call me again. Sandra, goodbye."

"Wait, Thelma.. I said I'm sorry, please, forgive me?" Sandra begged me again, as I knew that Sandra and Ella both have a boyfriend each, and they associated more than they associated with me. So obviously, I wasn't like them, and I needed to concentrate on my internship now and not get carried away by my friends ridiculing me. As my mom looked mad at me, and she had commented that I need to go for a clean-up too, and I'm not happy about that either.

"I'm not angry with you, Sandra, but like I said, our friendship is over, so that I won't get ridiculed again, as I don't have the heart to withstand such level of embarrassment. Bye, Sandra," I immediately ended the phone call on Sandra, and I stared at myself in the mirror, seeing the orange top and brown, long, flared skirt that I wore.

I raised the top collar to cover up my neck properly, after I saw that the red marks were still showing. I frowned as the top collar couldn't cover up the hickey properly.