Addicted To A Billionaire

CHAPTER 2

**Thelma's POV**

I stared back at the huge white door in front of me, afraid of the masculine figure that wanted to step out.

I remembered that Sir Adam had asked me to go into the room, but I was scared and stood nervously in my long red gown, continuing to stare at the huge door.

I could hear something scattering inside the room, and I was seriously afraid and felt like I might pee my pants.

Was it a monster in the room that Sir Adam wanted to pay me to sleep with?

I asked myself as I stood afraid, and before I knew it, I was gradually taking steps backward. As I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the magnificent white door to creak it open.

I jumped back in fright as a dark-skinned handsome man with short black hair and deep silver, almost colorless eyes stepped out of the room. He staggered to regain his balance before he stared at me.

He was so handsome, and my jaw dropped as my struggling at the door behind my back paused. I stared at him properly.

He looked like a demigod, a model, or an actor, and he held my gaze while I held his too.

My blue eyes met his silver colorless eyes, and next, he asked me, "Who are you?"

My lips parted to speak my name, but no words came out.

The man stared at me angrily, then strode up to me, as I still stood frozen at the door. He approached and grabbed my shoulders to throw me outside the sitting room. As he attempted to unlock the door behind me, the moment his palms touched my shoulders, he paused and looked at my face.

"s**t!" he cussed out, staggering again and leaning more on my slim frame.

I inhaled his masculine scent and felt something I hadn't before.

The man seemed to have lost his balance and was holding onto me tightly.

"Who brought you in here?" his words trailed, as he was beginning to sweat profusely.

The man was a tall, and so, he stood back up and shut the door behind me, staring at me like a predator.

"Who let you in here?" he asked me again, and I saw his face contorted in pain. He stared at me angrily, like I was a pest he wanted to get rid of, and then he cussed again, "Damn it! What's wrong with me?"

The man looked like he was in serious pain, grabbing me and forcefully taking me into his bedroom.

"What? Let go of me," I screamed out, and then he froze, finally hearing my tiny voice.

"You have to bear with me, miss, as something is wrong with me, and I cannot help it but want you," he said, as he seemed like he was under the influence of alcohol.

"You want me?" I asked him confusedly, as if I had forgotten why I was in his bedroom too.

"Yes," he said, and started stripping off his white top and white trousers too. I gulped hard, staring at his handsome masculine dark chest.

I immediately looked away from him in shyness, noticing that his bedroom was beautiful, and neat too.

I didn't know the man had completely stripped off all his clothes until he approached me and hugged me from my waist. I froze as his hot voice fanned my left ear, "What are you still waiting for, miss? Strip now," he said, and he helped me out of my clothes. I was helpless and also in need of him too.

"Wait..." I was ashamed, as it was my first time, but this silly man was already hot and ready to get down in bed with me.

His body was as cold as ice, and seeing his member, I immediately gasped out, "Ha!"

I looked away from the man to hide my embarrassed look, and the next moment, he carried me up to his chest, took me to the bed, and pinned me beneath him. He started taking off all my underwear.

I melted on the bed, inhaling his strong masculine scent, and watched him take off all clothes. Including my underwear.

He kissed me so roughly at first, but when my lips parted and gave him access to my tongue by kissing him back, he calmed and reached to touch my privates. I jolted, scared, as I wanted to push him off, but he was drunk and acting under the influence of alcohol. I couldn't push him off either.

"s**t! What's wrong with me?" The man asked himself again, like he was trying to stop himself from doing what he was about to do. The next moment, he pinned me on the bed and parted my legs wide open, staring at my secret place.

I was afraid and tried to shut my eyes, bracing for the pain. When he entered me, I winced in pain as I felt him penetrate my tight folds.

I gripped him to stop, but he couldn’t bring himself to, as he kept thrusting into me with passion.

He was moaning loudly, as I groaned in agony. The man seized me up, and continued with the steady thrusting of his hips into mine.

Next, he got to his climax amd collapsed right on top of me, releasing himself.

I was afraid and scared to death, as my thighs were hurting me.

The man didn't romance me like what I have read in romance novels, nor did he even pet me or try to coax me to get me ready.

He just grabbed me, threw me onto his bed, and used me to satisfy himself. Now he was snoring loudly beside me on the bed.

I wanted to get up from the bed, but feeling his large arm wrapped around my waist in a possessive hug...

I was too weak to push his hands off, so I slowly shut my eyes and lay back on the bed beside him to sleep.

I later woke up again, as it wasn't yet morning. I sat up on the bed, wanting to search for my clothes to wear and leave his bedroom. But I still felt tired from the night before, and my head was still aching too. So, I fell asleep again on the bed after staring at the man who was sleeping peacefully beside me.

Later, it was morning, and the sun's rays shone on my face. I woke up again and carefully sat up on the bed.

I looked at the bed beside me and didn't see the man on the bed anymore. There he stood, glaring at me.

The man was wrapped in a white towel around his waist, and he stood beside the window glaring at me. He was the one who had pulled the curtains wide open to let the sun's rays hit my face, as he stared at me with anger-filled eyes.

"Who the are you? And how did you get into my bedroom last night?" The man asked me again. I could still feel the pain in between my thighs, and yet, he was asking me those silly questions.

The man looked so powerful, but I ignored him and carefully slid out of the bed. I realized I was bare, as he had pulled off all my clothes the previous night and flung them around in his bedroom.

"Answer me! How did you get in here, and what happened between us?" he asked again, as he charged at me, gripped me by my left arm, and swirled me around to face him.

I met his dark, handsome face again, and his silver, colorless eyes sent shivers down my spine. I gulped and parted my lips to speak, but no words came out of my trembling lips.

"Take your things and get out," he spat, and I shuddered away from him.

I quickly searched the room for my red gown and the matching panties and bra that I wore the previous day. I could still feel his cold eyes watching my every move.

The man threw a towel at me and thundered, "Get out!"

I was frightened like a chicken scared to death, and I immediately ran out of his bedroom to dress in the sitting room, not minding that I was bare.

I quickly put on my panties and bra, fumbling to wear my red gown as well.

I was lucky, as there was no zip on my red gown. So, I searched around the sitting room for my red purse that I had brought the previous night. I remembered that my red purse was still in his bedroom with the strange man I had just spent the night with—if I could even call it a night.

I paused and knocked on his bedroom door again. His domineering aura frightened me the most, but still, my hands shook as I knocked on the door, since my red purse contained my phone and car keys too.

Knock! Knock! I knocked nervously, and I heard no response from him.

I gently pushed the door open and peeked my head into his bedroom, apologizing to him, "Please, sir, I forgot to take my red purse."

I saw the man standing beside the king-size bed, still on a phone call. I quickly rushed into his bedroom like a crazy lady, grabbed my red purse, and darted out of the bedroom into the sitting room again.

I bumped into Sir Adam as I hurried out to the very white sitting room again, and he spoke to me, "Good morning, Miss Thelma, please wait, let me..."

Before Sir Adam could complete his statement, I immediately ran away from the sitting room. Rushing downstairs, I exited the second-floor lounge and rushed downstairs to exit the mansion toi.