The Billionaire's Sex Slave novel Chapter 3

I finished taking a bath. Andrius dropped the clothes earlier outside the door so I could get dressed. What I am wearing now is a lengthy black dress that is usually used by the elderly. There is no bra, but thank God he gave me a panty. I was right in front of the door when I was hesitant to open it because of the particular question that run through my mind.

“What if he heard my sound? How would I deal with the man who was compassionate to lend a hand but someone lusted for his voice and face for Pete’s sake!”

I no longer knew what to do, but I opened it. I didn’t hear or see anyone, only the shadowy kitchen.

I tried to call Andrius' name, but no one responded. I sat on the sofa, in front of it is the small glass table. I noticed the magazines underneath, picked them up, and view. But I must have made the wrong move because the front page is Randall. I shamelessly remembered what I did earlier.

I uttered what the magazine claimed, “Andrius Ethan Easton’s youngest billionaire business executive.”

I even read new information posted there. There was a question about her lover. When I was about to read his answer; I jumped because someone suddenly breath behind me.

I almost smacked my hand on that person, but fortunately, I could suppress my hand.

“I see. You’re done on taking a bath. I ordered the guard to ask the helpers back soon so that you can have someone with you here,” he said in a deep voice, then hem.

He steps from the back of the sofa to the kitchen. He opened the huge refrigerator and picked out meat and some ingredients. It seems like he was going to cook.

“Are there any foods you’re allergic to?”

“Nothing.”

There was a long silence between the two of us again. I didn’t know what topic I would open. He didn’t seem to be a talkative person. Instead of opening my mouth, I just took the TV remote that was lying on the table.

As I waited for Andrius to make what he was doing, I fell asleep again without realizing it. I just woke up when someone patted me on the cheek. When I free my eyes, I saw Andrius. I hysterically check my mouth If I drool.

I could instantly smell what he cooked, but his perfume is what I could inhale more. It is extravagant because it doesn’t annoy my nose.

“Stand up and eat. Your stomach was empty for a few days now. I cooked Paella Valencia.”

“Paella Valenciana? What’s that? I just heard that food today,” I loved to ask that, but I was already too ignorant and I didn’t want to add to the embarrassment I’m getting now.

Andrius seems to get the question out of my mind when he asserts, “Paella is a rice dish. It’s also healthful.

I saw the food on the counter. I sat down on a high stool and picked up the spoon.

After I ate, Andrius accompanied me to the second floor. There are three rooms in a row. We walked quietly and stopped at the second door.

“You will sleep here from now on,” he stares at me from head to toe, stops from my chest, and closed his eyes tightly before continuing to speak, “Tomorrow morning we will also go to the mall to buy your clothes.”

I hastily crossed my hands on my chest because I got what he meant. He ignored my reaction before talking again.

“Everything you need is ready. My office is on the third floor, just knock if you need anything.”

I passed in and walked to the white room. There was nothing there except an extensive cabinet with a mirror. This is probably a guest room. The ceiling and walls were not well furnished or decorated. I went to bed and lay down first, but a minute later I stood up and jumped because of the extreme softness.

“I’m Mary and this is Aunt Jes. We are relative. What about you?” Mary inquired.

“I’m Caroline,” I smiled.

“Sir Andrius had a message informing you should eat first before getting ready for leaving because your errand might be delayed. He will go to the mall with you around noon because of his unexpected meeting,” aunt Jes said.

“Let’s go downstairs and eat,” Aunt Jes invited, and she ushered me downstairs.

When we were in stages, I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It’s only ten o’clock in the morning. Mary rushed to a room. It was maybe their room. When she appeared again, carrying clothes. She handed them to me.

“I’m sorry, that’s the only nice dress I have.”

I wonder if Andrius hasn’t told them about my situation.

After I ate, I distracted myself by reading books because Mary told me that there was a small library on the third floor next to Andrius’s office. When I reach up, there is a balcony, and can see the outside. Because I was asleep when we arrived at the mansion, I barely discovered now that we were the only ones living here. Flowers are surrounding this mansion. In the corner, there were two iron cradles.

While resting on the balcony, a car Bugatti la Voiture Noire came. I'm impressed with how beautiful it was. This was the first time I saw it in person. I usually only see them in the photo or magazine.

But I was even more fascinated when the man in the shade got out of the car, wearing a black tuxedo.

He took off his sunglasses and looked up to see where I was. Fortunately, I did my bath. What I’m wearing now is a mustard smocking top paired with baggy pants.

When we got out of the gate, I noticed the van following us. Andrius proceeds, so I just assumed they might be his bodyguards.