The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Sleeping perfume

I didn't respond right away to what he said. It seemed as if I am still buffering, even though he was right next to me. It's hard for me to believe. I initially calmed myself down and acted normally. I assured myself that he'd never recognize me.

“You will ask permission when you are already seated,” is not a question; what the auctioneer says no longer enters my mind; even though he was speaking in front of me, it was as if my brain was just floating about and whispering to me that I was now next to Andrius.

“Oh, right!” He chuckles then turns to me. I could see water dripping from his hair on my peripherals. “My bad.”

I was surprised when he stood up and left a few drops of water on our seat. People also looked at the two of us. What is he doing? People have lost focus on the auctioneer because he is stealing their attention. As his body grew, his hair was long, and I could see that the small beards surrounding his mouth made him look mature. His face was very different from Andrius' young face. I can't remember his old voice. I don't remember him anymore, but when I heard his voice I recognized it immediately.

"May I take a seat here?” “ He spoke to me in a powerful tone, as if he swallowed every syllable due to the depth of his voice. He is unique. We are different. We're not the same people we used to be. Young Caroline has vanished, and young Andrius appears to have completely disappeared as well.

I nodded as I turned to face the auctioneer. He didn't even recognize me, as I had imagined. If I still loved him back then. If Caroline was still in front of him right now, I'm sure I'd be upset. I'd feel devastated because how could he not recognize me if I was the person he claimed to love back then? But I didn't get that impression. I'm not feeling anything. Perhaps this is when the heart becomes exhausted.

“The rain is pouring outside,” he said, but I ignored him. He takes off the suit he was wearing and the water that had gotten into his head. Instead of being able to concentrate on what was in front of me, I became preoccupied with what he was doing.

I took out the tissue I had set aside from my purse because I was upset and had lost concentration. I threw it in front of him in the hopes that it would make him stop moving, but what, I thought, would stop him became even more terrible.

I was furious about having to confront him. Likewise, I believed he'd changed, but in the end, he didn't! The way he acts, it's as if he is constantly rushing, and when he ponders, it's as if he is still a child! I snatched the tissue from his grasp. I took a couple of pieces from my bag again and rubbed them on his dripping wet forehead. Not only that, but I took some more out and wiped his neck. He has come to a halt and is now looking at me. He looks at me, but I don't look back. I put and slap the tissue on him as soon as he spoke the words I didn't expect to hear.

“Your eyes are stunning. And you're gorgeous as well. You look like someone.” When he turned to the side as a result of what I did, I raced over to him and returned the tissue.

I just said that I would teach him a lesson so that he would know the true pain, but I immediately lost focus. I calmed myself first and thought and remembered my purpose here. I took a deep breath and then faced him again, who could not take his face away from me. I took some tissue and then softened my voice.

“I'm sorry, I'm just really surprised because I'm not used to someone praising me.” I cleaned his face again, and he didn't take his gaze away from mine, as if he had remembered every detail. I didn't tell him that I smacked him because he claimed someone looked like me. Furthermore, I don't want him to be suspicious any longer.

“I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have told you that before I met you,” he said as he extended his hand. “I am Andrius Easton.”

Even if you don't introduce yourself, I know that name very well. I know who your parents are, what your favorite food is. Even if you don't say anything, I'll know you right away. You were just standing in front of me, I knew immediately the smell of your perfume, so why do you need to introduce yourself? I wanted to tell him all that, but I couldn’t say it because I knew I still had a purpose. And things need to be accomplished.

I stopped wiping him and accepted the hand held out to me. “I am Samantha De Luna.” We shook hands. Even the curve of his palms is different now. I also let go of it immediately because I wanted to avoid feeling anything else while we were holding hands.

“So, why are you here?” He also turned to the auctioneer as the hands of people who wanted to buy the business continued to rise. My focus has also returned to the front.

We just talk as if we have a world of our own and aren't concerned with the people with us in this hall.

“My sister sent me, so I could learn more about some businesses.” I'm lying. Well, that's part of it, to know what else about another business because I'm not in the middle yet when I'm going to study how the business really should be. “You?”

We didn’t look at each other, but he turned to me when he answered. “I'm here for someone.” He smiled as if something was funny, but it could be seen in his smiles that it wasn't complete. There seems to be something missing.

“Why? Will you buy that person’s shares?” I asked him a curious question and looked at him as well.

He shook his head. He looked below our feet, even though nothing could be seen there. While waiting for his answer, I also looked down. He played enough of him on a carpet. When he answered, we both looked up at each other.

“I want to increase her stake in my company. Many people claim she's dead, but I don't believe it. Because if she's dead, she'll come to see me.” I'm not sure if I was dreaming or if I heard his voice croak. But I appeared to confirm that his speech was broken by tears in the corner of his eye.

“Who is the woman you are referring to—” My eyes widened immediately when I heard the shovel hit again. Our conversation was cut short because of that. He also wiped the tears that had accumulated in the corner of his eye.

When he stood up, I immediately punched my chest hard. It throbs incorrectly again because it once again assumes that Andrius is referring to me. Everyone stood up, but I managed the strong beating of my heart. When I stood up, I almost fell, and luckily, I was able to hold on to something.

I followed them to leave with my eyes. Even Hugo Easton was out, so I soon released the scent that would make me drowsy. When he was alone, I would act dizzy, so he could help me. It is easy to get the heart of those who are greedy for power and money.

There are only a few individuals remaining. Hugo is now chatting with the auctioneer, and I was about to approach him when Andrius appeared. Tch! Why does he continue to approach his father? They were ready to depart when a woman in a wheelchair entered the room. I locked my gaze on them while the three of them chuckled. My emotions calmed down when I noticed Andrius laughing as well. It was as if it had returned to its court and realized that Andrius was indeed an enemy.

Andrius' mother did a lot worse things to me. I'm not asking him to destroy his relationship with his mother, but I wonder what he did when he found out his mother killed me again. Andrius' body has changed. Did my stab at him leave a mark?

When I glanced at them, I saw a chance to annoy Reya. I knew she was envious because Aiza told me that just touching her husband caused her head to explode, and she wanted to murder him. I quickly smelt the fragrance and proceeded to approach them. I pretended to converse to the

auctioneer about something, but the perfume was there to take effect because I was strolling close to them.

I stopped walking and at the same time, they turned to me because of the sound of my stiletto. Andrius turned to me with a smile, while Hugo had a serious face. This is my father's friend who betrayed him. This is my father's friend, the heartless man.

Three men including the auctioneer immediately ran up to me because of my sudden collapse. I flinch because it looks like I made a mistake when my foot fell. Even though I was drowsy, I still felt the pain. I should have also studied the timing of how to smell this sleeping perfume.

“Miss, are you okay?” That’s the auctioneer.

“Samantha.” Andrius has now approached me, and I am just waiting for Hugo. I can no longer see what restraint Reya is doing because drowsiness is consuming me but even then I am already laughing in my brain.

“Did you know her?” When I heard Hugo's voice, it was there that drowsiness finally pulled my eyes. Aiza will be happy when she finds out that what I did was a success.

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I woke up to the cold of the surroundings and the noise of the people talking. I didn’t open my eyes first and listen to the voices talking.

“Why are we still here?! Isn't it that woman's fault?! Why does she come here when she feels sick?!” It was Reya's voice, with no respect for the sleeping person. I will just become crazy about that woman.

“She's not with anybody, let's just wait for her to wake up.” Hugo's voice was just whispering. “Can you lower your voice?” He added, but it looks like the woman won't stop.

I pretended to be dizzy and had difficulty standing. So, he ran to me and helped and supported me. Reya looked at me badly, but I just rolled my eyes at her and sneered. I'm sure she'll go insane when she finds out and even witness what I'm going to do next to Hugo. My eyes searched for Andrius, but I couldn't see the man, but it was as if a butterfly had died in my stomach when I saw who was with him entering my room.

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