The Billionaire's Sex Slave

The past

"Are you sure I'm all right here? Perhaps I'll annoy you? What can anybody who sees me say, especially given the size of this building, people might gossip about us?" I rolled my eyes at a massive structure. I had no idea what the inside of the building looked like because I was imprisoned in Adonis' room.

“And who cares if someone notices us right now? Isn't it better that way, because they'll know you're mine?" He abruptly grabbed my waist, causing his stomach to collide with my round tummy. I'm not sure if it's someone else's construction or if they own it. All I know is that he asked me here so that I could accompany him to his meeting.

As we walked, I became alert of my bladder. I felt like I needed to pee, so I grabbed his hand and we came to a halt. He stared at me with curiosity. I searched around for the cubicle but couldn't find it. My vagina appears to be leaking pee. Because are many people, I am unable to express what I wish to express. I pointed to my bottom, touched it, and opened and closed my hand, indicating that the pee was about to come out, but he couldn't understand what I was saying.

I found it difficult to squat to equalize our heights, so I blushed and put my mouth to his ear. Because of what I did, we gaze at each other.

"My bladder is on the verge of bursting. It's like my urine is leaking." I quickly withdrew as I reached him at the same moment the elevator opened. When I saw the man with his hands in his pockets and jaw tensed gazing at me, we both peered at it as if my urine had suddenly vanished.

Because my hand was clutching Stanley's chest and he was staring at it, I hastily removed it as if it had burnt, but Stanley replaced my hand. Oh my goodness. It appears that now is not the time for the situation to get heated. I marched to the cubicle to avoid the intense exchange of stares between Stanley and Andrius.

Fortunately, I noticed the cubicle sign immediately away and walked inside. As I sat in the bowl, I was reminded of Andrius's eyes. I don't have to feel it because I'm going to hurt Stanley and I don't want him to feel it. Andrius' eyes are still terrifying.

I washed my hands before finally going out but I almost fell when the man I didn't want to talk to and see suddenly peeked. Goodness! Luckily! He snatched my waist. Since there was no one in the cubicle I stared straight into his eyes. He is leaning against me, holding my waist as I almost fall. Surprisingly, with his hand, he was still able to handle my weight.

I looked at his arms, which had grown larger, and noticed that he now had a tattoo that he didn't have before. The tattoo is shaped like a shackle. It seemed it was the thing he was using to shackle me, back then. His veins protruded from his arm, as though he was gradually becoming aware of my weight.

"You can let me go." These aren't the precise words since he could abruptly release me and force me to fall. But I was mistaken; he didn't do that, but he did draw me closer to him. It's almost as if he's dancing with me.

It seemed as if we were the only ones on our planet. Surprisingly, no one enters a woman. No one, not even males, enters. I drew him away from me when our faces were near. I gently pressed on his chest, and I could feel his heart racing as if Tom and Jerry were chasing him there. When compared to my heartbeat, his is much stronger. Because of that, I felt differently. As a result, I feel bad for Stanley.

"Is that the person you will marry? You and his child left you? What happens if I did not come here? Perhaps this is what happened to you." He smirked, and what he said was witty and delightful. Isn't he thinking? I wouldn't be shocked if it weren't for him.

I was about to pass him but he put me back in my place, now it's gently. Why does he want to put me back in my place every time I want to leave him?! Maybe he also wants me to go back and live

again with the past two of us?

“It would be better for him to leave and let me go to the bathroom than to let someone throw me out of his life. Ha! ” I breathed in his face to make him even angrier and make him think that I am no longer the captives Caroline. If we both had a book, it would be just a compilation of short sex stories! Unfortunately, I wasn’t given a good ending to that story.

“Who is the person who just left without waiting for me? I have given you a place to stay but still chose to leave?” He resisted my sarcasm. He had already blocked the way so I could not get out. I don’t know what else he wants. If he wants this kind of talk, I'll give it to him!

"Who got married after making me feel important and loved?" I walked over to the faucets again and then put my hand on the one because it opened them voluntarily. “Why don't you just be happy for me? You already got the ring for you. I have to receive the ring and make a vow at the altar with the person I want to be with for life. ”

I didn't beat around the bush anymore because I knew that this is where Stanley and I would end up. If I had to choose anyone, it would be the person I knew would take care of me and my future child. He couldn't say what I said so it's like I accepted that as a victory. If he starts a conversation like this, he should end it. He couldn't stand the words he was throwing at me.

“I found out what happened to you when you left home. From your conversation with mommy. When you leave home and—”

"DON'T GO THERE!" I didn’t let him finish, covered my ears, and shouted. Even if that’s over, that’s still the event I don’t want to go back to! Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“No. Sorry. But I just want to help you hold those who did this to you accountable.” He tried to hold me to calm down but I smack his hand. He only adds to the thing I’m trying to forget.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I showed him how hurt I am so he could read in my eyes that I never needed him back in my life. Hopefully, he will accept that every book ends the page. Ours is over and I want him to accept that.

"I'm trying not to see you, why are you still torturing me?" Tears dripped down my cheeks.