The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Restaurant

Mary and I did nothing but walk around the parks. We went to different parks. My legs are numb, my stomach is getting hungry. I took off my hat and sunglasses, then took a deep breath. It was as if I had escaped from a prison filled with bad memories.

I heard Mary’s stomach growl, so we laughed together. I pulled her over to a restaurant I had seen earlier. I looked at the watch in my hand and saw that it was already noon; I didn’t even notice the time because of the enjoyment. As we walked towards the place we were going to eat, I saw the familiar vehicle.

Bugatti the Black Car.

That was Andrius’ car. When we got closer, I took a closer look to see if it was his. I confirmed it, especially when Mary looked at it and she said to whom it was.

“It’s Sir Andrius’ car. Why is it here?” She turned and walk to the whole car around to confirm. As she stood up, she waved, then pointed at the tinted car. “I’m sure it’s Sir Andrius’.”

I thought there was a problem with their company? Why is he here? I don’t know why my feet spontaneously walked inwards and saw the beautiful ones hanging high in the ceiling. I didn’t know that this restaurant is for A-Class, maybe the price of food here is more expensive than in my life. Mary suddenly pulled me away, so I turned my attention back to her. Even though I was surprised, I forced myself to smile at her. It was okay for us to eat here. Andrius gave me a card, so I’m sure that card would afford what we would eat here.

“Let’s not be here! Even a year’s salary is not enough for this!” She pulls me in, but I insist on entering.

The light is orange, unlike just normal restaurants. The ceiling has a lot of decoration, but just enough to make the place look classy. It’s a pleasure to step into this exclusive restaurant. Why

can’t I see Andrius?

A servant approached us.

“Good afternoon ma’am. Do you have a reservation for today?” He had a white cloth on his arm while he was wearing a Button-up shirt and it was a casual one. I would like to ask if there is a name of Andrius who made the reservation, but I know they are not allowed to answer, so I just didn’t ask.

“No.” After they guided us to one of the tables, we sat down. When he served us water, another server passed by holding wine, so my eyes followed where he was going.

I felt like a stump when he entered one of the VIP rooms and saw the woman in the red dress while Andrius was smiling at the woman while he was wearing a navy tuxedo. It was as if I was poured cold water and slapped by the truth of how far our state was from Andrius’ life. It was as if someone stepped on my stomach to show me what my level was in Andrius’ life is nothing.

I can’t deny that the woman came from a wealthy family. I looked at the black clothes I was wearing and compared them to the cocktail red dress worn by the woman Andrius was talking to.

Fortunately, the food arrived, so I averted my eyes there. I didn’t realize that Mary had already ordered for the two of us. However, no matter how delicious the food looks in front of me, I feel like I’ve lost my appetite. I just took the fork and jabbed it into the steak in front of me. When I was about to stick it again, Mary restrained me as I already irritated her eyes.

“Can you still eat that? If not, I’ll be the one to eat.” Because of what she said, I moved the plate in front of her, then looked back at the room where Andrius and the woman were. My eyes widened when I saw she was already hugging Andrius and sitting on his thigh while Andrius’ eyes were on fire.

It was as if I wanted to shed tears because Andrius never looked at me the way he looked at that woman. Even though they were noticeable because the door had a glass part, Andrius still kissed the woman’s ear. It was as if thousands of needles had pierced my heart. Tears welled up in my eyes because of what I witnessed. When I removed my eyes, I saw Mary, who also looked at the part where I was looking. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She would have pointed it out with the fork she was holding and would shout when I suddenly covered her mouth and pulled her to the counter to pay. I don’t want Andrius to see that I’m here.

As we walked out, it was as if the daggers and crystals I had removed from my heart when my parents died were coming back. I want to complain but every time I think about it I also ask myself what is my right?

I was unaware that Mary and I were back. I didn’t wait for her to speak anymore and I immediately ran to the bedroom and locked it. It was there that I let out the tears that I had previously held back. My chest tightens with pain. Every time I think back, I remember the image of the two of them earlier.

I never questioned myself about something but ...

If I become rich too? Will Andrius stare at me like that?

Or am I just a heat substitute for his body looking for a strange relish?