The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Aroused

Someone is kicking the door.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. I stretched my bones and felt as if I were in heaven when they sounded. That sensation is much more pleasurable than sex. I gazed at the door as if it were about to crack and the person crashing was ready to pierce her first. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I didn't stand, since I'd already heard the key ring. That implies Aiza summoned the maid to open the door to my room. As a result, I went back to bed and covered myself with a blanket because I had switched on the air conditioner before going to sleep, and it had been rather cold until now. Swimming is enjoyable during this time. I shut my eyes. As I closed my eyes, I heard the door open and the bed sink as a result of Aiza's sitting.

I did not speak and pretended to be still asleep. She can't see me because I'm covered with a blanket. When the mattress went up and down because of her bouncing, I removed the blanket on my head and then looked at her poorly. Her smile was wide and seemed to reach the sky.

I raised an eyebrow at her and leaned on the headboard. “I don't seem to feel good about your smiles.” I rolled my eyes. She broke my sleep just to give me a creepy smile.

However, I was wrong when she pulled out a beach outfit. A pair of bikinis and a blazer as covering. I lifted it to take a good look. She stood up and showed what she was wearing.

“Put that on, we're going somewhere!” Her voice was excited, but I just frowned at her great joy. That kind of pleasure seemed questionable, so I threw the ones she gave me on the bed.

“What's up? It's impossible for you to just cheer up and say that you want to take a swim?” My voice was full of doubt. My eyebrows were not moved.

“Of course not! You know what makes me smile.” She flew a kiss and then winked at me, but I acted disgusted and prevented the kiss from coming. Because of what I did, we both laughed.

By simply doing what Aiza and I were doing—I learned to laugh again. Because probably both of us were unlucky in the love of father and son, Easton. Our brains seem to be connected.

“So, what is it?” My face and voice are serious, but honestly, I'm still laughing.

“The Easton with Beatrice is going to a beach today. I think they rented the whole beach area.” The smile never left her eyes, but I was suddenly confused.

“And?”

“We're going there!” She declared.

“How?” What I'm telling her is to spare because I don't feel like talking right now, and I want to sleep first.

“What are you saying now?! Of course, we will take a van and travel to— ” I cut her off.

“I know we will use a vehicle, I'm asking how we can do that if they rent the whole beach.”

“I've talked to someone, and he'll let us in.” It looks like she planned to go there because whatever I do to protest doesn't ruin the fun on her face.

In my mind, I suddenly sat up straight because of what she said next.

“And don't you want that …? You can get revenge for what Andrius did to you? Will you just let him do what he did to you?” She provoked me and I swallowed because she seemed to be able to do it effortlessly, especially when she repeated the words she said to me yesterday.

“He aroused to kiss you. Of course, you will… ” She stopped and continue,“ You will take him to the room where you can do it.”