Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ryan’s POV

I stepped out of my bedroom with a sigh, then I scanned around the hallway to see if anyone was approaching. When I saw that the coast was clear, I smiled in satisfaction to myself before I trekked to Ophelia’s room.

Last night, I couldn’t get a wink of sleep as the thought of what I had done to Ophelia made my heart heavy with guilt, so I resolved to attempt apologizing to her.

Sure, it was my house but I felt anxious as I came face to face with Ophelia’s door.

It was the first time I was visiting her since the six weeks she had moved in.

I knocked gently and stopped as I waited for her to answer the door.

Moments later when I realized no answer was forthcoming, I frowned to myself and knocked loudly but she still didn’t respond.

Panic gripped me as I envisioned the unthinkable.

Something drastic couldn’t have happened to her overnight, right?

“Ophelia, I’m coming in right now,” I bellowed, and waited a few seconds before I pushed the door open. Surprisingly, it wasn’t even locked from the inside.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Ophelia, where are you?” I yelled as I dashed into the room. I was alarmed when I didn’t see any trace of Ophelia in the room.

My eyes wildly roamed around as I trekked further into the room. The stench of spoiled food seeped through my nostrils, and I crinkled my nose in disgust when I discovered the source of the odor.

It was from the tray of food that was set on the nightstand. I huffed to myself when I realized it was the same food I had ordered Lilian to cook as dinner for Ophelia.

I didn’t know what annoyed me more between the fact that the food was left cold and untouched or the fact that Ophelia was nowhere to be found.

I locked my jaw to suppress the fury that was gradually threatening to bubble inside me.

Who the hell did Ophelia think she was? What the fuck did she think of herself?

It seemed the punishment I gave her yesterday was so lenient that she had the guts to leave the mansion yesterday night without notifying me.

Angrily, I trudged out of her bedroom and slammed the door behind me. Then, I trekked to my bedroom to get ready for work.

As I stood in the center of my bedroom with a towel tied around my waist, a thought occurred to me.

I could call Ophelia to ask for her whereabouts.

I nodded to myself and was about to click on her contact information when a voice spoke inside my head.

Wait, what was I doing? Why would I call Ophelia?

That’d seem like she was my mistress and I was her slave, it’d seem like I cared about her.

I didn’t have an atom of humanity left inside me, so of course, I was incapable of caring about anyone.

I dropped my phone on the bed and clad myself in a black Italian suit with a turtleneck worn underneath.

Then, I retrieved my Patek Phillipe Nautilus wristwatch from the wristwatch shelf before I sprayed on a bergamot cologne.

Satisfied with my appearance, I headed downstairs.

“Sir Ryan,” Jason bowed to me, and I had to fight the urge to scoff and tell him to fuck off before I nodded curtly at him, and headed towards my car garage.

“Ophelia didn’t come down for breakfast, sir,” Jason uttered which made me snort inwardly.

Great, so they were on a first-name basis now.

“And?” I muttered, darting a cold gaze at him.

He seemed petrified, “N-nothing sir, I just wanted to inform you,”

I mumbled a curse underneath my breath as I trekked to the garage where Damon was obediently waiting near the range rover.

“Good morning, Sir,” He bowed.

“Morning, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“I came here to drive Miss Ophelia to college but it seems she’s not around today,” He answered.

“Oh,” I mumbled as I poked my inner cheek with my tongue.

“Here,” I flung the key to my Bentley Bentayga at him which he skillfully caught.

“Take me to work then. Ophelia has some private obligations to fulfill today,” I lied, to which Damon nodded obediently before he pulled the car door open, and slammed the door shut after I had comfortably settled down.

A weird realization suddenly occurred to me as Damon drove me to work.

I knew nothing about Ophelia apart from her age, name, and the college she attended.

I didn’t make any research on her before I made her my slave, I was too busy to. I should have had Damon do it for me. I thought as I stared at the bald man.

Did she have a family? What was the reason she had done something as absurd as selling her virginity to me? Why did she agree to be my sex slave?

What bills could be had to offset that she had done something so obscene? I stroked my jaw in deep thought.

Now that I thought of it, she had never said anything about it to me.

And most importantly, where did she run off to yesterday?

Everything suddenly seemed confusing the more I thought of it.

Well, it wasn’t my business anyway. I bought her for my selfish interest, so I shouldn’t concern myself with her personal affairs. I concluded within myself as Damon stopped the car in the company’s parking lot.

I climbed down from the car with a deep sigh before I retrieved my briefcase, and strolled into the lobby.

As usual, Alvin was standing by the door to my office with a takeout box of coffee in his hand.

“Good morning, Sir,” He bowed.

“Morning, how are you faring now?” I handed him my briefcase as I strolled into my office.

“Good. Thanks for asking, sir,” He uttered, to which I nodded.

Then, I sat behind the office desk on a swivel chair to inscribe my signature on some paperwork with the thought of Ophelia’s unknown whereabouts still deeply rooted in my mind.

Where was she?