The Billionaire's Sex Slave

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“Caroline. I will get a divorce. Can I court you?”

When he said it to me, my spirit awoke. Why would he do such a thing? Beatrice and I are fine, and I am fine with Stanley, even though I know what I am doing now is unfair. But I’m not sure I can forgive myself for what I’m committing now; I’m too concerned about what I’m perpetrating with Stanley. What Andrius is doing to me makes me feel as though I’m drowning.

I didn’t respond, instead; I stared at the thing that was now pounding my stomach. My eyelids relaxed, as though drowsy, and I felt captivated. My flush was already visible. I didn’t respond to his question.

I was unhappy when he adjusted his seat, ignoring the fact that his standing cock had not yet calmed down. Because of my prolonged staring, I was swallowed up. I became even more disappointed when he properly put on his trouser and covered his cock.

“Caroline,” he said, and it was only at his plea that I returned to court. He is like a potion that envelops your being and only he can undo it.

“Divorce, divorce, divorce! Do anything you want, but I hope I’m entirely out of your life. I simply want to be independent. I don’t want to be involved with you anymore,” I said as I took the paper bag and opened the door of his car. I stopped to check on him to ensure whether he was dressed correctly before leaving. Despite my difficulties, I attempted to walk. He never followed me again.

What he said made my heart race. Because of what he does, I dislike him. I don’t like him since he doesn’t have the power to decide, but I also don’t like myself more than I feel. Why, despite everything, do I still feel this way? Regardless of what he did to me back then?

When Stanley texted, I came to a halt in my stride.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

And I’m not fond of myself... because despite all Stanley has done for me, I can still do it when he is not looking. Not I, but my heart betrays him.

“Where are you? I finished early, and I’ll come to get you.”

I merely gazed at his message before responding; I had planned to eat today, but it seems like I won’t be able to do so; I’ll just ask for delivery.

“Okay. I will wait for you in the parking lot.”

I just stood there watching what Andrius handed me. Even though I wanted to delete all that had transpired in my mind, I couldn’t. Even when Stanley came, Andrius filled my thoughts.

Stanley kept my hand in the car as he stared down the road and just looked at me at a time. I didn’t want to look at him since these were the eyes I used to fantasize about the guy I had been with earlier.

“I think you are thinking deeply. Did something happen?” He looked at me but immediately returned his eyes to the road. I don’t want to hurt Stanley, and that’s what I don’t want. He can’t even see, but I can.

He was the one who handled my things, so I stepped inside first, but when I did, I noticed someone seated opposite aunt Lennie. Aunt Lennie also looked at me when the man noticed me and swiftly got up from his seat.

“There she is,” she said, looking behind me. “You’re already here Stanley. Did you arrive early?” She kissed Stanley’s cheek before returning to me.

“He arrived after you left. I kept him occupied since he won’t say what he wants to say to you, so I just told him to wait. He appears to be willing, and what he has to say is important, so I let him stay,” she said quietly to me. I turned to face the man in the brown suit.

I didn’t know him; it was my first time seeing him, and he seems professional. I glanced at Stanley, but he just nodded. He moved in closer to me. The man just stood there passively, watching and waiting for us.

“We’ll leave you first so you can talk.” He whispered to me. He grabbed his mommy by the waist to tell her to leave. There is no need for that because the man does not seem to have any plans to talk when he takes his office case.

I watched them until they were far away and out of my sight. I looked at the man as he gazed at me intently. He looks like he’s 45-50 years old. I did not speak and let him speak.

“I wish we could talk where no one is because I don’t want anyone to hear us because what I have to say is important.” He held on tightly to his office case.

“Can we just go outside? Where no one can hear?” That was my request to him. With so much happening to me, I find it hard to trust now. I feel like everyone I don’t know is going to do something bad for me.

“There’s no problem about it, Miss Miller.” He formally told me.

I was the first to go, and he was right behind me. I went back to where Andrius and I had last chatted, and where Beatrice had seen us. When I believed we were far enough apart, I ground to a standstill and faced him.

“I haven’t seen you; my parents don’t have any friends or relatives, so, incredibly, someone would approach me. Can I assist you or something I can help?” I’m curious how he came to know me even though I had no notion who he was.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Attorney Alvarez. I am your parents’ Attorney.” He held out his hand to me, so I accepted it.

“Oh. Are you handling my parents’ case in the massacre that happened? Who hired you?” My face lit up, and I stood up straight. “Is it Stanley?” However, Stanley seems to have no idea who he is. Or maybe it is ... “Or he—”

“I am neither of those. Maybe you don’t know your parent’s background.” He opened his office case, they showed me some papers.

When he handed it to me, I looked at the photo glued to the side and read the information. I moved the paper to the next page. When I finished reading it, I returned it to him.

“This is ridiculous. My parents don’t have that much money and I’m sure that is fake information.” I want to laugh. Is he a scammer? With the number of people, he can fool. Why me? He can’t get anything from me.

“Hugo Easton is Rome Miller’s business partner. They founded Somore Business Corporation. But for some unknown reason, Mr. Miller’s name suddenly disappeared. No one knows where he is.” He returned the paper to the office case while I just listened to him.

“I only found out where he was because I saw his name on television as one of the victims.” He pulled out a business card, then handed it to me, but I just stared at it. “I know it’s hard to believe, but that’s the truth. For now, that’s the information I will give, and if you want to hear some more details, call my number.”

I finally took that. Before he eventually left, he spoke again. “Hugo Easton was the owner of Somore Business Corporation then, and now ... It’s under the care of Andrius Easton.”

My eyes widened at what he said. Someone is pushing me to believe him, but what if he is lying? What is the purpose? What for? And the Easton last name, I thought, was just customized that they had the same last name.

The Attorney walked away. When I calmed my brain to think, my phone in my shoulder bag suddenly rang.

I saw the message, but the sender was unknown. However, just from the text, I knew immediately who it was.

“Hey, I need your answer about courting you.”