The Billionaire's Sex Slave novel Chapter 26

I did not fly back to Andrius’ private jet. In addition, he placed a passport on my bed. After we talked, I never saw him again. I couldn’t sleep all night either, and someone came to take me up the next morning to tell me I needed to go home since the ticket was also due today. I walked out of that place with a sorrowful heart. I had forgotten to bring the invitation he had given me.

I was a fucking imbecile until I arrived at the airport and boarded the plane. There are no tears shed. I just gazed into space, as if a miracle might occur if I stared at the air for an extended period of time. Perhaps if a tornado passed in front of me, I will wake up from my lunacy. But nothing of the kind happened. Nothing changed until I arrived at the huge gate - I didn’t wake up thinking it was all a dream.

I don’t know why the driver directed me here. Andrius says I already have my own condominium so I wonder why I’m still here? I did not get out of the car. The driver opened the door for me but I just stared at him and didn’t step my foot or even blink. I feel like I need someone to pour cold water to me to get in my sanity.

When I looked at the main door, I saw an old woman in a wheelchair. The driver held out his hand to me and he also looked at the woman in the wheelchair. I went out and never took out my suitcase. I approached the woman and decided to get my other clothes as well. When I stood in front of her, I knew who had eyes like her. That kind of blazing. I smiled at the woman, but she didn’t smile back, so I just didn’t pay attention to that.

It seems like a trend to give envelopes now because she took out an envelope from her clothes. In the splendor of her dress, I can see that I can’t touch her right away. I will be the only one who will be ashamed because I am like dirt on her. As perfect as Andrius’ face was, so was she. If you look at them, they are just like siblings, but after a while, you will realize that she is Andrius’ mother.

“I know how long you’ve been in this house.” Her voice was cold. It was as if I had done her a lot of wrong because of how she used that icy tone. Why does it seem like more and more people don’t like me? I think I’m going crazy because in the middle of this scenario, I even managed to joke with myself.

“You don’t have to worry anymore because I’m leaving too.” Even though she treated me coldly, I did not reciprocate the nasty treatment. I showed her I would not bother with her treatment of me. Instead, I smiled at her.

“It’s good that my son’s head has changed, and he seems to be thinking right again.” She handed me the thick white envelope. It can’t be called an invitation, but with the number of movies I’ve watched, this scenario is not new to me. Well, it’s odd because it’s happening to me now — which I used to just watch.

I did not take the envelope, but knelt in front of her. I didn’t see her reaction because I was bowing. She still doesn’t remove her raised hand. I knew what she would say next. Those are the lines that the villains in the scene often say. Is that their killer line “Stay away from my son for this money!” But I can’t wait for her to spit on me. I will speak to her myself.