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Thelma

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

I remembered Sir Adam had asked me to enter, but I still stood nervously in my long red gown, continuing to stare at the imposing door.

I could hear things being shuffled around inside the room, intensifying my fear and making me feel like I might pee my pants.

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

I asked myself, feeling scared. Before I knew it, I was slowly stepping backward, hearing footsteps approaching and the magnificent white door creaking open.

I jumped back in fear as a dark-skinned, handsome man with short black hair and almost colorless silver eyes stepped out of the room. He struggled to regain his balance before locking eyes with me.

He was incredibly handsome. My jaw dropped as I paused in my attempt to open the door behind me and properly took in his appearance.

He looked like a demigod, perhaps a model or an actor. Our eyes met, his silver gaze meeting my blue one, and he asked sternly, "Who the hell are you?"

I tried to speak but found no words coming out.

He glared at me, then walked up to me; I remained frozen, and he grabbed my shoulder, attempting to throw me out of the sitting room. He paused before unlocking the door and muttered, "Damn!" as he struggled again to maintain his balance while leaning on my slender frame.

I inhaled his masculine scent and felt something I hadn't felt before. He seemed off-balance and clung to me for support.

"Who brought you here?" His words trailed off, and he began to sweat profusely.

As a man, he straightened up, closed the door, and eyed me like a predator. "Who let you in here?" he inquired, his face contorted in pain.

Angrily staring at me as if I were a nuisance he wanted to get rid of, he cursed again, "Shit! What's wrong with me?"

Appearing to be in great pain, he forcefully grabbed me and led me into the bedroom.

"Let go of me!" I screamed, but he froze upon hearing my tiny voice.

"You need to bear with me; something's off with me, I can't help it, but I want you," he mumbled, seeming to be under the influence of something.

"Want me?” I inquired, momentarily forgetting why I was in his bedroom.

He began to strip off his white top and trousers. I gulped as I admired his handsome, masculine physique.

Without realizing he had removed all his clothes, he approached me, hugging me from behind and whispering in my ear, "What are you waiting for? Strip."

He assisted me in undressing, leaving me feeling helpless and drawn to him.

"What... Wait..." It was nerve-wracking, as it was my first time, but this strange man was already prepared to get intimate with me.

His touch was cold, and seeing his hardened length made me gasp audibly.

To hide my embarrassment, I averted my gaze. I noticed his beautiful and tidy bedroom around us.

Unaware he had shed all my clothes, I watched in a daze as he embraced me, guiding me to the bed and positioning me on it. He then proceeded to remove all my undergarments.

I lay on the bed, enveloped by his strong, masculine scent, watching him remove my final piece of clothing.

He initiated a rough kiss, but as our lips met and he calmed down, exploring further, I tensed as he approached my intimate area, causing me to jolt.

Terrified, wanting to push him away as he seemed intoxicated and under the influence of something, I found him too strong to resist.

"What's wrong with me?" he murmured, almost as if he was struggling to control his actions. He then pinned me to the bed, parting my legs.

Fearing the impending pain, I shut my eyes tightly; a sharp wince escaping me as I felt him enter me.

I tried to grasp him to stop, but he persisted with passionate thrusts.

Panting and moaning, he groaned while I let out painful noises as he continued the steady rhythm of his movements. After reaching his climax, he collapsed next to me.

Terrified and in pain, with my thighs hurting, he hadn't romanced me as I had read about in novels; he didn't even caress or prepare me.

He simply used me for his own satisfaction, falling asleep beside me while holding me possessively with his large arms wrapped around my chest and waist.

Later, I woke up before morning and sat up on the bed, intending to find my clothes. Still tired from the previous night's events and with aching head, I fell back asleep, the dark-skinned man peacefully sleeping beside me.

Morning arrived, and I woke up once more, sitting up carefully on the bed.

To my surprise, the black man was not in the bed; instead, he stood by the window in a white towel, having pulled the curtains open to let the sun in, glaring at me with anger.

"Who are you, and how did you get into my bedroom?" he demanded, as I still felt the pain between my thighs while he asked those questions.

Looking powerful, I ignored his question, slipped out of bed, and realized I was naked, reminded by the scattered clothes around the room that he had removed all my clothing the previous night.

"Tell me! How did you get in here, and what happened between us?" he insisted, moving towards me and grabbing my arm, spinning me to face him.

I met his handsome dark face once more, his silver-eyed gaze making me shiver. Unable to find my voice, I trembled.

"Get your things and leave," he commanded, and I shied away from him.

I quickly located my red gown, panties, and bra from around the room, still feeling his cold eyes on me.

He tossed a towel at me and barked, "Leave now!"

Scared like a chicken, I ran out of the bedroom to the living room, hastily dressing in my panties and bra. I struggled to put on my red gown, noticing it had no zipper.

As I searched for my red purse, which contained my phone and car keys left in his bedroom after the strange one-night stand, I hesitated, intimidated by his dominant aura.

Knock knock... I timidly knocked on his bedroom door, my hands trembling. Receiving no response, I pushed the door open and peered inside.

"Excuse me, sir, I forgot my red purse," I apologized, darting towards it as he stood by the king-size bed on a phone call.

Grabbing my purse, I hurried out of the house in a frenzy.

As I made my way back to the bright living room, I ran into Sir Adam. He began, "Good morning, miss, please wait, let me..."

Before Adam could finish his sentence, I darted from the room, descending the stairs, fleeing from the house.