Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ryan’s POV

I groaned as I massaged my temple to relieve the throbbing I felt at my secretary, James’ news.

“You should have informed me earlier, James. What if I had a prior appointment?” I scolded him.

It took everything in me to stay reasonable and not flare up at him through the phone.

He just called to give me the news that he was admitted to the hospital, and was diagnosed with appendicitis which needed to be removed as soon as possible.

I couldn’t get mad at him as I considered his health.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, sir. Please forgive me,” He said, to which I sighed deeply.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it, just focus on getting well. I’ll go in your place, I’m hanging up,” I replied before I ended the call.

Sighing for the umpteenth time that day, I dialed Damon’s number, and almost instantly, he answered the call.

“Good day, sir,” He greeted.

“Good day. I’m going to an emergency summit in London. Get my suitcase, travel documents, range rover, and the private jet ready. I’ll take care of my accommodation, so you don’t have to worry about that. I won’t stop by the house, so you’ll have to come to meet me at the office,” I instructed, thrumming on the desk.

“Noted, sir. Is there anything else you need?”

I hummed, trying to recall if I had forgotten something vital, “No, there’s nothing else. You should get here in thirty minutes,”

“I have less than-” I paused, to glance down at my wristwatch.

“An hour. I’ll be expecting you soon,” I said before I cut the call.

I dragged myself up from the swivel chair and unplugged my MacBook Pro from the socket before I retrieved my trenchcoat from the coat rack.

Then, I made my way to the parking lot, while glancing down at my wristwatch at numerous intervals. As soon as I stepped out of the company, I scanned through the vast sea of cars.

I heaved a sigh of respite when I saw Damon pulling the car to a stop.

I quickly made my way over to him, waved off his pleasantries, and got into the owner’s seat.

I sent a quick message to the assistant director of my company who was on maternity leave, informing her to drop out at intervals while I was away for the five-day seminar.

I promised to pay her triple her salary when she fully resumed.

Her response was quick. She agreed to oversee my company’s affairs and wished me a safe trip.

Perfect, everything was settled. I thought as the hangar came into view.

I dashed out of the car with Damon closely following behind with my items of luggage.

I collected my suitcase from him and gave him a shoulder squeeze.

“Have a safe trip, sir,” He said before I made my way up the air stairs as I waved to the staff who were waiting by the stairs.

“Sir Ryan, it’s a pleasure flying you,” The head pilot whose name I had forgotten said as I crossed the last step and stepped into the jet.

“Thanks for your service,” I said, as we shook hands before he headed to the cockpit.

After I had ensconced inside the jet, I slotted my AirPods into my ear, sipped the goblet of Belgian ale that one of the air hostesses served me, rested comfortably on my seat before I flickered my tired eyes shut, and drifted off to sleep.

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“Welcome to Birmingham oriental suites. We wish you a nice stay here,” The receptionist in the lobby said as she handed me the key card to my hotel room.

“Thanks,” I muttered, collecting the plastic card for her before I trekked to my room.

The room was surprisingly nicer than I envisioned it to be.

Given that, I had checked in quite late in the night, without making any prior reservation.

I set my luggage beside the bed with a tired sigh before I flopped onto the comfortably large bed with a groan.

I wanted to do nothing more than sleep the night away but I had to prepare for the seminar which was going to start in a few hours.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Regardless of that, I drifted off to sleep, hugging my soft pillow, while imagining it as her.

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“Hey, Vegas. Do you know any fun spots in London?” I asked as I trekked back to my hotel room.

I was done with the first part of the seminar, and I had nothing to do for the rest of the day.

“I don’t know, man. Why don’t you go to a park or a nightclub?” He suggested.

I scoffed as I set my phone on the nightstand, peeled off my clothes, and threw on a bathrobe before I sat on the couch in the room.

“I don’t do clubs anymore, Vegas,” I reminded him.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot. It’s late in the night over here and I’m still quite sleepy,” He yawned.

I felt bad for depriving him of his much-deserved sleep, “It’s fine, I guess I’ll just find a park or something. We’ll talk later,”

“Okay, take care. I’ll call you,” He grogged, and ended the call.

I mindlessly stared at my phone for a while after he hung up as various thoughts roamed in my mind.

How was I going to kill this boredom? I huffed as my eyes swept around the room.

I resolved to go on a walk after I took a warm shower.

Then, I pulled on a pair of denim pants, and a black button-down shirt which I tucked into the pants, and rolled up to my elbows.

I left the first two buttons on the shirt open and smirked at my reflection in the mirror before I grabbed my phone, and dark sunglasses.

Afterward, I headed out of my room and bolted it locked.

Moments later, I came into sight of a large amusement park. It looked lively and bustled with the movement of people, especially children.

I slipped my glasses on and headed to the furthest part of the park to sit and survey the park for a while before I headed back to the hotel.

The happenings in the park seemed both weird and interesting to me at the same time.

It had been a while since I enjoyed life. Since I stepped out of my mansion to take a look at the rest of the world.

The last time I fully enjoyed myself was before my parents’ sudden death before I carried the heavy burden of being the president of dad’s company overnight.

A sudden tap on my knee jolted me out of my sad thoughts. I gazed down to see who it was, and a smile curved my lips when I saw the perpetrator of the act.

He was an adorable toddler with pudgy cheeks and a sweet gummy smile.

“Hello, there,” I waved at him.

“I want up,” He uttered, tapping my knee once more.

“Up?” I asked, with a confused frown.

He whined before he looked beside me, and back to me, “I want a seat. My legs hurting,”

“Oh, you want to sit down,” I said, to which he nodded.

I helped him up with a smile, and he said, “Thank you, mister. My mom teached me to thank kind adults,”

I was impressed by his attitude and I grinned, “Really? Your mum did a great job, where is she?” I asked, ruffling his soft hair.

I suddenly felt a strange connection to the toddler when I touched him. An inexplicable connection.

“Dunno. She tell me to stay and that she will get ice cream, so I’m staying,” He replied.

“Let’s wait for your mummy then,” I said, and he nodded.