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.