Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ryan’s POV

I smiled to myself like a creep as I caressed my jaw with my thumb while thinking about the night of my parents’ death anniversary.

Ophelia was so nice and kind to me that I was starting to feel guilty for every evil thing I have done to her.

So, I resolved within myself to get her some flowers and apologize for being a brute to her since the day she moved into my mansion.

The most important highlight was the fact that she had allowed me to kiss her. Her lips were so soft and tender to kiss. I couldn’t get enough of them.

Maybe it was the fact that she was inexperienced about kissing that made the kiss seem so pure and gentle. I had only kissed her once and yet I was already so addicted to her lips.

Though I was drunk out of my head before she walked in, I could still vividly remember our conversation when I had called her pretty and she blushed.

Fuck, maybe my feelings for Ophelia were not just a slave-owner sort of feeling. Maybe I was gradually starting to fall in love with her against my wishes.

“Sir Ryan,” A voice drifted into my eyes as my smile widened.

I didn’t answer whoever the voice belonged to, and I just continued to smile.

“Sir Ryan,” The voice called once more, but this time with a higher crescendo which pulled me out of my reverie, to my utter anger.

I scanned across the room and realized I was in a meeting and the shareholders all had their eyes on me.

What was the meeting even about? I thought as I averted my stare to the seat near me, Alvin’s designated seat during my meetings.

I was appalled when I saw my other secretary, Daphne sitting near me.

Wait, had Alvin not come to work that day?

“Uhm, so I’ve heard everything, your complaints, and your suggestions. I will do my best to include all your ideas in the new software that we are currently working on,” I started, since I had no idea what to say or do.

“We’ll have another meeting later in the week to conclude the design we should use, thanks,” I concluded before getting up from the chair, with the shareholders and Investors following suit.

I strode into my office as my mind drifted back to Ophelia, and subconsciously, my lips arched in a smile.

Hell, I was already so whipped by her. I shook my head as I plopped on the swivel chair with a sigh.

But was I complaining? Nope.

Why? I loved it.

I wouldn’t confess my feelings to Ophelia just yet, she’d think that I’m merely trying to play her, so I’d wait until next year when the contract expires.

Then, I’ll take her on a romantic cruise and confess everything to her, then she’d kiss me and smile at me before she also confessed that she was also in love with me.

It’d be the best thing ever.

My pleasant thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door which made me scoff as my smile instantly dissolved.

“Come in,” I huffed, and Daphne trekked into my office.

“Sir, we have to meet Mister Enrique in fifteen minutes to discuss the business partnership,” She announced, to which I sighed heavily, and nodded before I got up, grabbed my suit jacket from the coat rack, and flipped it on.

“Let’s go,” I muttered, after retracting my cell phone from the desk.

“By the way, why are you working today? Aren’t you on leave?” I asked her as we trekked to the parking lot.

“Yeah, I am. But Alvin is not feeling quite well, he texted me yesterday. I’m surprised you didn’t get his message, sir,” Daphne said, and I nodded slowly as I tried to recall whether I had gotten a text message from Alvin yesterday.

Maybe I had gotten it and it escaped my mind. I thought.

Some moments later, we got to the meeting place, a coffee shop, and to my utter disbelief, the people we were supposed to meet had not gotten there.

When Daphne tried to call them, they also didn’t pick up. I was quite enraged by the sudden turn up of events but overall, I was hungry.

I hadn’t eaten anything before I left the house that morning.

So, I waited at the coffee bar as I looked up some flower shops online.

Soon, I found one which had the highest ratings and I ordered three bouquets of dahlias, roses, and tulips respectively.

I smiled to myself in satisfaction when the order was confirmed before I slipped my phone back into my pocket.

“Oh, Sir Ryan?” A voice came from behind, and I frowned before I whipped myself around to see who it was.

It was a familiar-looking, blonde and blue-eyed male whose name I had forgotten.

“Albert, is it?” I said as I stretched my hand to shake hands with the newcomer.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The newcomer was a prospective business partner of mine. He had interned briefly at my company some months ago and had discussed opening a start-up company with me.

I was touched and impressed by his dedication, and so I promised to invest in his company when the time was ripe and he started it.

“Yes, sir. Albert,” He bowed slightly as we shook hands, and I nodded as I smiled perfunctorily at him.

“How have you been, sir? It’s a pleasure seeing you again,” He said.

“Likewise. I’ve been good, and you? How’s school? I asked him as Daphne handed me my black card which I slipped into my wallet.

“School is good. Do you want to sit with me?” He asked, after easing the box out of Daphne’s hold with a smile.

“Sure,” I nodded, which he mirrored and we walked to his table. A young woman was already seated there, and her head was lowered towards the floor.

Maybe she was an introvert.

“Lia, meet Ryan and Daphne. He used to be my boss and she is his secretary,” Arnold said, interlacing his hand with the woman.

Who I saw when the woman raised her head to gaze at me made me flabbergasted out of my mind.

The woman was none other than Ophelia, my Ophelia, my sex slave who I clearly warned and prohibited from seeing other men during the tenure of our contract.

But here she was, holding hands with another man, right in front of me.

She couldn’t meet my gaze and I could tell she was shuddering in fear. I scoffed to myself as I steeled my mind against feeling pity for her.

No, I wouldn’t hear her out.

I would mercilessly make her pay for attempting to play on my intelligence.

Only the heavens knew how many men she had gone on dates with and fucked.

The thought of the latter made immense anger simmer inside me.

Ophelia was mine. I didn’t want to think of the possibility of her cheating on me with Albert but seeing as they both held each other’s hands, it seemed as if something serious, akin to a romantic relationship was going on between them.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Lia,” I feigned a smile at Ophelia as I angrily crushed her hand in a handshake.

“S-same here, Mister Ryan,” She stuttered, still not looking up at me.

I released the tough grip I had on her hand to take a sip of the coffee, and how I’d execute the punishment that I planned to give Ophelia.

She would face the consequences of her foolish actions.

I watched her shake hands with Daphne and I scoffed once more. Honestly, I just wanted to lunge at Albert and beat him blue-black for even attempting to touch my possession.

“You said you are on a date with Miss Lia, right?” I asked, and the bastard foolishly nodded.

I clenched my jaw in ire as I gulped down the rest of my coffee.

After I finished drinking the beverage, I beamed at Albert once more, “That’s great. You both look good together. Are you dating? Pardon me for being so forward, I’m just curious,”

I watched him bring their intertwined hands on the table as he darted a loving gaze to Ophelia, who was literally squirming in fright in her seat.

“Not yet,” He said, and once more, I feigned a warm smile at them.

It was my fault. I had spoiled Ophelia rotten by making her feel welcome in my mansion and my life.

Fuck my stupid ass feelings. I wasn’t in love with Ophelia, I was only in lust with her.

I would deal so brutally with her that whenever she sees my shadow or hears my name, she’d get anxiety attacks.

I had allowed her to go scot-free after I saw her laughing with that bastard Jason. I should have done something worse to her, other than forcing her to suck me off.

I’d make her pay for breaching the contract. By the time I was done punishing her, she would shed blood instead of tears.