Addicted To A Billionaire

Thelma I sat up carefully on the bed as I stared at the dark-skinned handsome man sleeping beside me. It was an unforgettable hot night between us, and I could still feel the throbbing sensation between my thighs from how hard he had pounded me the previous night. How did it all start? I had been ridiculed by my best friends, Sandra and Ella, for still being a virgin at 24 years old. I was pained by the realization that I looked stupid in front of them. I rushed to the nearby club to gulp down any available liquor to drown my sorrows. Then a man approached me and said, "Hello, miss." I stared back at him, too sad to listen to him. He took the bottle from my hands and led me away. "Who are you? Let me go!" I screamed, dressed in a slim-fitted, long red gown and black low-heeled shoes. As the only daughter of my billionaire parents and the sole heir of BeeH Group, the people in the bar didn't dare to interfere; they were all absorbed in their own drinks. "Calm down, miss. I don

Thelma "Let go of me!!" I screamed as I was caught by two dark-skinned masculine bodyguards downstairs. They probably mistook me for a thief, holding me firmly as they refused to let me go. I saw an old man with white full beards, his hair on his head white too, and silver-looking eyes. He walked out and stared at me in confusion at first. He wore a long white garment and spoke to the two bodyguards holding me, "Release the lady." "Yes, grandmaster," the two bodyguards immediately let me go, and I dusted my arms irritably where the two large men had gripped me. My thighs still hurt from how intensely the dark, handsome man in the room had pounded hard on me, and I still 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 who had been with me. I said, "I have to be on my way home now, sir." The old Black man smiled faintly at me and replied, "Alright. Thomps

Mavin, I stepped out of my bedroom and dressed in a casual blue top and black pants. I walked over to the mirror to comb my short black hair. I felt a sore and scratches on my neck from when I was taking a bath. I noticed finger scratch marks on my skin. Frowning, my mind flashed back to the moment I had been with her. I couldn't bring myself to stop. I held my head to ease the pain from the memory. Even though the medicine had helped, I still had a headache. I thought about giving Adam and the rest of the staff a serious warning. Adam Howard, a 53-year-old man who had been with me for a long time, liked to call me boss. He said he called me boss "to motivate me and remind me of who I am and my rank in City B." I sighed as I finally walked away from the mirror. After applying my perfume, I left my room and went downstairs to accompany my grandfather to the hospital, as promised. Grandpa was smiling like he had won a trophy, neatly dressed in a brown garment. As I took my seat

Thelma It was a brand new day. I sat up carefully on my bed and finally slid out of it. I walked up towards my room window and pushed the curtains slightly open to stare out at my father's garage. I saw my elder brother Steven Sabastain standing there and speaking to a bodyguard. Like Steven, felt my intense gaze on him. He turned and stared upward at my room window, but I quickly shut the curtains closed. I wasn't ready to greet him. I still felt embarrassed from the previous day when I looked so red in front of them, plastered with love kissing marks all over my skin and face. I had to do my business training as I had graduated. But I didn't know if my father would allow me to go outside of our mansion again, to work with the company that I had chosen. I submitted my application to M.W Corporation. My mother didn't want me to learn under Steven. The company had already sent me an approval email to resume with them on Monday. Since it was Sunday, I decided to inform my parents

Thelma. I picked up an orange scarf from my closet and wrapped it around my neck before walking out of my room. I went downstairs to the living room to find my parents. It was Sunday, and the time was still after 10 am. As I descended the stairs into our living room, I heard my father's voice speaking to my mother. I met their gazes as they stopped discussing upon hearing my footsteps. I stood frozen, feeling tense, like a sacrificial lamb waiting to be slaughtered. "Good morning, Dad, Mom," I nervously greeted my parents. I could feel the tension in the living room as my dad stared at me. He responded, "Good morning, Thelma. Aren't you going to church today?" "No, Dad," I breathed out in relief. I had feared my dad would reprimand me because of what had happened the day before, which was Friday. But to my surprise, Dad was smiling at me, sparking my curiosity. Instead of scolding me for the incident that occurred on Friday, he seemed pleased. I said, "I have already prayed to God