Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 110: Chapter 110

Her shoulders stiffened, and then a single tear rolled down her cheek. She turned her back to me, then it shook just a little. I didn't push her.
I went back to my food. There wasn't much else I could do. I needed the energy anyway, for whatever was coming next.
Being stuck here was its own kind of torture. No phone, no TV, nothing to kill time. The hours dragged like days.
After a while, I tried my luck. "Gemma, let me step out for a bit, just to get some air. I promise I won't go anywhere."
She didn't even hesitate. "No." Then, after a pause, her tone softened just a little. "Forrest said you're not allowed out. I can't go against him."
That night, Gemma threw a few magazines onto the bed. "Here. Make do with these. Once the goods arrive, Forrest will send you off."
"Thanks," I muttered.
A knock interrupted us, and when she opened it, a scruffy, overweight guy stood there, grinning like he owned the place. His breath hit the room before his words did. "Gemma, Forrest's plastered. He wants you to take care of him."
I saw her stiffen, just for a second, before she nodded. "Alright."
She took out her keys and was about to lock the door.
She pulled out her keys to lock the door, but the man snatched them from her hand with a sloppy burp. "No need. I'll lock it for you. Don't keep Forrest waiting, or you know how he gets. Go on, now."
Gemma flinched but nodded again and hurried out, her steps quick and nervous.
I figured that was the end of it, so I grabbed a magazine and sat back on the bed, flipping aimlessly through the pages.
But then I caught the sound of heavy footsteps and the stench of alcohol getting stronger. When I looked up, the guy was standing in my room, the door was still unlocked.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice sharp as I put the magazine down.
He grinned, swaying as he staggered closer. "Damn, rich girls really are something else," he slurred, reaching out to touch my face "Skin like this? You don't find that every day. Bet the rest of you is just as nice. Care to find out?"
He clearly had ill intention on me. I stepped back and glared at him. "Get out. Now. If you leave, I won't say a word to Forrest. But if you stay? He'll deal with you, and you won't like how that ends."
I knew Forrest wouldn't risk upsetting his plans with the U3 shipment still in play, but this guy was too drunk to care.
He just laughed, swaying on his feet. "Why should he have all the fun? He's got his chick. Why can't the rest of us get a little action, huh?"
There was nowhere left to go. My back hit the wall, hard and cold, as the man's weight pinned me in place. The smell of booze and sweat rolled off him in waves, making my stomach twist.
I bit back the urge to gag and forced myself to focus. "You just want some fun, right?" I said, keeping my voice steady. "I can give you that... but only if we make it interesting."
He blinked, his sluggish mind trying to keep up. "Interesting? What're you talkin' about?"
I glanced at the door and gave him a whisper. "I've been cooped up in that room for days. I need a change of scenery."
He hesitated for a beat, his glazed-over eyes narrowing, then lit up as the idea clicked.
"Come on, don't you think it's boring in here? Wouldn't it be better outside where it's... thrilling?" I touched his chin and smiled.
"Thrilling, huh?" he said, grinning like he'd just won the lottery. "Yeah, I like thrilling. Let's do that!"
I slipped past him quickly, stepping out of the room before he could change his mind.
His disgusting laughter followed me, echoing in the quiet night as he stumbled after me, far too eager.
Outside, the moon casting a pale glow over everything, the stars were faint pinpricks in the sky. Then, he led me to a bush in the corner of the courtyard.