Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ryan’s POV

I scrolled through my phone as irritation spiced with a dash of anger brewed inside me. I poked my inner cheek with my tongue in a bid to prevent myself from getting irked.

It had been a week and two days since I offered Ophelia the proposal to be my sex slave, but I still had not gotten a phone call or a text from Salvador to get her response.

Inwardly, I regretted not getting her contact on the day we met at the strip club, and I knew Salvador would ramble on about being a professional boss if I asked him for her phone number, so I was stuck with blaming myself as I couldn’t do anything else.

I didn’t want to seem like I was too desperate to own her, or like I was so obsessed with her by placing calls and sending messages to Salvador to ask him if she had said anything to him, even though I knew I’d be the first person to learn of it if Ophelia had gotten in contact with him.

I dropped my phone on the table with a sigh, as I decided to indulge myself with the thought of Ophelia at the strip club where I met her nine days ago.

Even though she had been clad in just a pair of oversized, denim pants, and a black baggy hoodie, which accentuated her spotless, porcelain-like, and supple skin, she still managed to take my breath away.

The way she had snapped at me after I told her about my offer made me excited in a weird way.

Ophelia was feisty and I liked it.

All the women I had been with within the nearly three decades that I had spent in life were always the submissive, money-greedy type who would lick my toes if I asked them to, without putting up a fight.

I was so confident in myself that day that I had thought Ophelia would accept my offer, immediately I laid it down to her. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be my exclusive whore?

But, I was quite stunned when she refused.

It was obvious that I had quite an effect on her, with the way she had almost moaned when I bopped noses with her at Rodrigo’s club, and that made me preen with pride.

I didn’t want to imagine the thought of her rejecting my offer, she would accept it, she just had to accept it.

Ever since the day I had sex with her in my mansion, I had never been able to climax with any other woman. It was as if Ophelia had used something on me, whenever I was with other women, I could only get aroused when I envisioned the whore as Ophelia.

In my history of fucking women, I had never gotten attached to a woman after I fucked them as I had to Ophelia.

I wasn’t in love with her of course. I couldn’t even fall in love with anyone as I had no heart anymore.

My heart had started losing proper functioning to love since the day my parents died in a car crash seven years ago, and it died completely after I found my ex-girlfriend from high school in bed with a stranger two days after my parent’s funeral.

I had given her my heart but she tossed it away into the trash can, and it infuriated me as I thought about it.

I was so stupid to ever fall in love.

Love was stupid and silly anyway, only losers loved.

My bitter thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing shrilly and aloud.

I retracted my phone from the table, and without glancing at the caller id, I answered the call and placed it against my ear.

“Ryan,” I heard Salvador’s voice loud and clear, and instantly, I shrugged off my sad thoughts as hope bloomed inside me.

“Hey, man. What’s up?” I greeted him, suppressing the urge to just ask him about Ophelia.

“Nothing much. Ophelia just called and she asked to meet you this evening. She has accepted your offer. I already told her that it might not be possible for that to happen as we all know you’re a very busy businessman, so I j-”

“I’m not busy, Salvador. I’ll never be busy for Ophelia. She wants to meet in the evening, right?” I cut in his rambling.

“Yeah,”

“Good, tell her I’ll be there by-” I stopped to check the time on my wristwatch.

Eleven in the morning. The day was still young. I thought to myself.

“By three in the afternoon. I should be free by then. Have your lawyer draw up a contract for me,” I instructed him.

“Okay, man,”

“Yeah, thanks for calling,”

“It’s nothing, Ryan. I’ll see you soon, I have to go now,” Salvador said before the line went dead.

I stared down at my phone for a while as a smirk made its way into my face. I wanted to yell and cheer in happiness but I composed myself and settled on just smirking.

Afterward, I summoned Alvin into my office through the intercom, and almost immediately, I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I said, and the door creaked open before Alvin’s tall and lanky self showed up in front of my desk.

“You called me sir,” Alvin said, and I nodded as I got up from the swivel chair, retrieved my trench coat from the coat rack, and flung it on before I retrieved my cell phone from the table.

“Yeah, cancel the rest of my schedules and appointments for the day, I have to go somewhere immediately,” I informed him, and I stifled a chuckle in my throat when his face fell.

“But sir, you have to meet with Moreno Softwares today to discuss the app partnership this afternoon. If we postpone the meeting, we might not be able to meet with them for the rest of the year, it’s not easy to set up a meeting with Sir Moreno and h-”

“Alvin, just do as I fucking say, okay? In case you’ve forgotten, let me remind you, I’m your boss and I fucking employed you not vice versa,” I hollered at the older man, and watched him falter in his speech before he nodded solemnly.

“I’m sorry, sir,” He bowed to me, and left the room which made me scoff.

I couldn’t even pretend to be nice, the people around me always brought out the anger issues in me.

As I strolled to the parking lot, I placed a call to Damon and instructed him to meet me at Salvador’s club with one of my cars which he’d use to convey Ophelia to her place to grab her things.

My whore was going home with me that day, and I couldn’t be more elated as I stepped on the gas with a wry smile.

+++

“Miss Ophelia, please read through the terms thoroughly before you sign,” The middle-aged lawyer said to Ophelia as he handed her a pen.

We were currently in Salvador’s office, and Ophelia was going through the terms of the contract together with the lawyer. So far, everything was going great, Ophelia hadn’t voiced out any complaints about the terms, and I was relieved.

“Ryan, I have to make a quick call. I’ll be right back,” Salvador said, motioning to the phone in his hand, to which I nodded, and he left.

My lips arched up in a smile as I watched Ophelia squint in concentration while reading through the paperwork with the assistance of the lawyer.

Cute, I thought and shook my head.

Wait, cute? What the hell? I was appalled by my thoughts and I shook my head to get the unwanted thoughts away from my head.

Ophelia shouldn’t be cute to me. I should only find her sexy like a whore.

“Are you done?” I asked, in a stern voice for no reason which made Ophelia dart her big, brown eyes at me.

“Yes, almost,” She replied with a nod, which made me avert my gaze from her.

Her doe eyes directed at me were starting to make me feel something I never wanted to feel again, and I would never let that happen.

“I’m done now,” She informed me after a while and handed the document to the lawyer who nodded and collected it from her to seal it into a brown envelope.

I had signed the paperwork earlier before Ophelia arrived, so I didn’t need to look through it once more.

“I’ll take my leave now, sir,” The lawyer bowed to me, and left, leaving Ophelia and me in awkward silence.

“So, I’m going to transfer a million to you now, and when the contract has ended between us after a year, I will give you the rest of the money,” I informed her, and she nodded, with her stare diverted from me.

Ophelia and I had reached an agreement for her to be paid two million dollars for the one-year duration that she was going to be my slave.

“Good, I’ll be on my way now. Damon will take you to your place and help you pack,” I said, getting up from the sofa.

“Okay,” She mumbled, and I nodded at her before I stepped out of the room with a triumphant grin.

Finally, I owned her.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.