Chapter 3_ Running home

Thelma's POV 

"What! Who're you? Let go of me!" Two masculine bodyguards caught me downstairs in the mansion and in the living room, causing me to scream out in fear. They thought I was a thief, caught me, and held me strongly. They refused to let me go.

I saw an old man with full white beards, and the hair on his head was gray-white too. He had silver-like eyes, and as he walked out, he stared at me in confusion. He was wearing a long white garment. He stopped and spoke to the two bodyguards who had seized me: "Release the young lady."

"Yes, grand master." The two bodyguards released me. I irritably dusted my arms where the two foolish, huge men had gripped me just now. The handsome black man in the room had repeatedly pounded me to the point where my thighs continued to ache, and I could still smell his scent.

"Who are you?" The old man with extremely white gray hair on his head and beard asked me, and I greeted him first, saying, "Good morning, sir." I assumed he was related to the black man in the room. I said, "I have to be on my way home now, sir." I saw the old black man smile at me understandably, and he said, "Alright. Thompson, open the gate for her."

"Okay, Grand Master," one of the two bodyguards replied. And the man named Thompson said, "Come with me, Miss." I followed the man, and he took me outside of the mansion. And we walked towards the gate, while he unlocked it for me to go outside. I felt thankful that no one was following me outside. I immediately ran outside towards the bus stop. I saw a yellow taxi approaching me. I ordered the taxi driver to stop and told him, "To the LX Hotel."

"5k madam" The taxi driver replied, and I immediately slid into the back seat and shut the cab door. I told him, "Drive."

The taxi driver started the car and drove off, leaving me nervous as I sat with uneasiness and felt a throbbing sensation between my thighs. I watched the road as the yellow taxi driver, wearing a yellow T-shirt, drove the car down to the LX Hotel. I immediately stepped down and paid for my ride, then rushed into the hotel premises to get my car. As I stepped into the hotel premises, my father's adopted son, Steven Sabastian, stared at me angrily as he strode up to meet me.

"Where did you fucking go last night?" Steven asked. Steven yelled at me, and I knew they were all worried sick. I didn't answer my phone and had already left the hotel last night.

"Thelma!!" Steven roared out my name again. He was 36 years old, and he was a black guy too.

"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 Steven loved me too, but he had never once accepted the fact that he was my adopted brother.

"Leave me alone, Steven. I'm already going home." I immediately ran away towards my yellow car. I was in need of a good bath and to wash that icy man scent off me. Steven stood silently with the two bodyguards that accompanied him. He watched me get into my yellow car first, then waved to the two guards standing behind him, saying, "Let's go."

I stared at the rearview mirror and saw that Steven and the two bodyguards had all walked back to their cars. I sighed out in relief and started my yellow car engine. Then I drove out of the hotel parking lot and went home. I was nervous and scared, so I drove home in a yellow Ferrari to face my family. Steven and the second car, with the bodyguards, drove behind my car as we all went home.

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I arrived home in front of my family mansion, drove my yellow car into the garage, and parked. I could see my father standing at the mansion frontage, and his eyes glowered angrily at me. I stepped down from my yellow car first and walked up to the mansion frontage to face my father, as it was a bright Saturday morning.

"Where did you go without answering your phone calls last night, and likewise this morning too? As the guards stated, they couldn't find you anywhere around the hotel." Father questioned me angrily, his cold blue eyes glaring at me. I could see my mother also standing worriedly beside my father, and I lied, "I went to see a friend."

"Shut up your mouth, and go inside now. This will be the last time that you leave this house to celebrate your birthday in a hotel, Silly Girl," Father warned me. It was indeed my first time celebrating my birthday in a hotel, even though I was 24 years old.

Father continued to stare at me irritably as I hurried up to climb the mansion frontage, then rushed into the mansion itself. I ran past my parents because I was scared, and I returned upstairs to my bedroom. I was breathing heavily, remembering the angry look on my father's face, and I immediately locked up my bedroom door as I stepped in. I didn't need the maids to disturb me, either. Up to five maids attended to me, treating me like a princess at home. I couldn't believe that my heart was still throbbing from what that cold man had done to me. Even though he didn't pay me, he treated me with low respect.

"Did he think I was a prostitute?" As I finally walked up to my bedroom mirror to stare at my face, I asked myself, "Did he think I was a prostitute?" The cream color of my room shocked me with what I saw in the mirror. "What??"

I have hickeys on my neck and red love marks on my cheeks and neck; worse, my lips appear swollen and red. Red marks covered my chest as well, forcing me to remove my red gown so I could gaze at my full chest and my reflection in the room mirror. I also had red marks on my full yellow breasts. It was so evident how hard the ruthless, cold man had sucked on me the previous night. At some point, the way he was sucking on my boobs, as if I was his mother and he was my baby, scared me.

"Damn!" It's no surprise that Steven was staring at me angrily. Did my father also notice that I was no longer a virgin? I once again gazed at my reflection in the room mirror, removing my bra to reveal my full, swollen red nipples. I frowned as I heard a knock on my bedroom door, and I screamed out, "Who's there?"

"Elsa!" my handmaid replied, and I told her, "Go away; I don't need your help now."

"But madam sent me to dress you up," Elsa replied from outside my room door. And I replied to her, "Shut up, Elsa, and go away! Wait. When I need you, I will send it to you."

"Okay," I heard Elsa reply, and I sighed as I heard her footsteps finally walking away. Elsa was my favorite maid, amongst all the five maids that we have at home. I sighed and quickly rushed to my bathroom to bathe, because I really needed to get all the lingering scent of that handsome, cold man away from me.

The way in which he stared at me, like I stole something from him, seemed to baffle me. I sighed as I sank into the white bathtub that was gradually filled with warm, lukewarm water. After relaxing and taking my bath, I stepped out and walked back into my bedroom to dress up. I was still in pain from the violent altercation I had with the strange man.

Even after my bath, I still smelled of him, and the earthly scent lingered in my nostrils. His silvery, colorless eyes continued to haunt me, so I sighed and made my way to my bed, still wrapped in a long white towel.