The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Let go of her

I couldn't wait for him to open his eyes. I grasped my wrist and foot, both of which he had tied to me. Then I put on my clothing. Fortunately, he did not appear to go absolutely insane and did not shred my clothes. As I walked down the steps, my hip ached. Because alcohol poisoned my brain, I can't recall where we walked last night. In my haste to go, I forgot I was dizzy and had a hangover. I stumbled down the steps and braced myself for a fall. An arm, though, was wrapped around my waist.

I didn't have to glance back to see who it was, since I recognized the form and firmness of these arms right away. I'll just disregard what occurred as long as he acts as if nothing happened between us. I may need to attract him, but I don't have to do so with my body. Furthermore, I can seduce him with nothing more than my word.

“Let go of me,” I said sternly when I could grasp on and obtain support from the handrail. But how can I dominate this man if he does not even listen to past Caroline? He strengthened his hold on my stomach, so I kicked him since I couldn't disguise my annoyance on my face any longer.

“Didn't you eat yet? It bothers me to know that after you swallowed my cock last night, you abruptly departed without informing me. Caroline, is that correct?” He bit my ear again when he said that to me. Even though I wanted to push him, I couldn't since I was frightened of falling all the time.

“No matter how many times you brag to me that I am the Caroline you say, you are only fooling yourself. I don't even know that woman's face!” I angrily took my hand away from him, and it looked like he was going to let me go because his embrace on my stomach had loosened. When I was able to reclaim my body, I walked again. He didn't move in his place, so I continued confidently.

“And you too. No matter how many times you hide the fragrance you are hiding, your true scent will still prevail.” He said that while still on the stairs.

I didn’t stop walking and slammed the door. The morning has not yet peeked, so no one can see me. This Aiza didn't even look to see if I was safe in the room. I even looked around for fear that someone would see me.

I was about to run inside when I almost broke my tendon in my head and fell because of the force of my retreat when I saw Hugo in front of me.

“Why are you in my son's room?” He asked me angrily.

I recoiled, especially when he took a quick stride towards me. I'm not sure whether I've done anything wrong, which is why I'm backing down. I haven't done anything wrong, so I'm not sure why I'm acting this way. Why is he upset with me? I felt my back contact something as I took another step back.

When I looked up, I noticed Andrius, who was now violently clutching my shoulder and staring at his father. I keep looking back and forth at them, like if I've broken a law. This is the predicted conclusion of my strategy, but I don't expect it to come as a surprise. I'm still hungover, and the sun is about to come out.

"What are you doing?" he asked his father, although I'm not sure if it was a question for me because his hand suddenly pressed hard on my shoulder. After all, he squeezed it and asked.

I shut my lips as if dumb since I didn't want to utter something stupid. And besides, even if my intellect was awake, half of my spirit was not. I wanted to run away from these two individuals and hide first, but doing so would only make me more doubtful, so I decided to keep my lips quiet.

"You? What are you doing?" His father responded, adding to the tension between the two. I want to keep an eye on them because isn't this is what I want? I want to watch them quarrel and argue because of me. Do they understand that not all things are accessible?

"Don't be such a sarcastic father. Don't answer any of my questions with my question. What do you need from her? Why don't you accompany Mom?" His hand reached down and united my palms. When his father stared at me, I went motionless.

Andrius was ready to drag me away from there when his father yanked my other hand. My eyes widened as they began to drag both of my hands, exacerbating my disorientation. I heard them converse while I watched them perform what they were doing.

"Let go of her!" It's Hugo.

"Let go of her!" Andrius's voice was more authoritative. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Give her up, Andrius. You know how awful I am when I am mad," Hugo whispered suddenly, his voice frigid. I'm already caught up in the two of them's rage, but they don't seem to want to let go of my hand, so I'm the one who announced.

"If you both don't let go of my hand, I will sue you," I said sincerely, clearly, and sternly.

But I'm not sure how Andrius persuaded me to follow him since all I remember is that I followed him as he held my hand.

"Don't ever come or talk with my father again," he said as he led me inside the room.