The Billionaire's Sex Slave novel Chapter 14

Mary and I did nothing but walk around the parks. We went to different parks. My legs are numb, my stomach is getting hungry. I took off my hat and sunglasses, then took a deep breath. It was as if I had escaped from a prison filled with bad memories.

I heard Mary’s stomach growl, so we laughed together. I pulled her over to a restaurant I had seen earlier. I looked at the watch in my hand and saw that it was already noon; I didn’t even notice the time because of the enjoyment. As we walked towards the place we were going to eat, I saw the familiar vehicle.

Bugatti the Black Car.

That was Andrius’ car. When we got closer, I took a closer look to see if it was his. I confirmed it, especially when Mary looked at it and she said to whom it was.

“It’s Sir Andrius’ car. Why is it here?” She turned and walk to the whole car around to confirm. As she stood up, she waved, then pointed at the tinted car. “I’m sure it’s Sir Andrius’.”

I thought there was a problem with their company? Why is he here? I don’t know why my feet spontaneously walked inwards and saw the beautiful ones hanging high in the ceiling. I didn’t know that this restaurant is for A-Class, maybe the price of food here is more expensive than in my life. Mary suddenly pulled me away, so I turned my attention back to her. Even though I was surprised, I forced myself to smile at her. It was okay for us to eat here. Andrius gave me a card, so I’m sure that card would afford what we would eat here.

“Let’s not be here! Even a year’s salary is not enough for this!” She pulls me in, but I insist on entering.

The light is orange, unlike just normal restaurants. The ceiling has a lot of decoration, but just enough to make the place look classy. It’s a pleasure to step into this exclusive restaurant. Why can’t I see Andrius?

A servant approached us.

“Good afternoon ma’am. Do you have a reservation for today?” He had a white cloth on his arm while he was wearing a Button-up shirt and it was a casual one. I would like to ask if there is a name of Andrius who made the reservation, but I know they are not allowed to answer, so I just didn’t ask.

“No.” After they guided us to one of the tables, we sat down. When he served us water, another server passed by holding wine, so my eyes followed where he was going.