Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ryan’s POV

I paced around my office in restlessness as I gritted my teeth with uneasiness blooming inside me as the thought of the sexy goddess whose purity I had taken crossed my head for the umpteenth time that day.

It had been four frustrating weeks after the sexual encounter happened between Ophelia and me.

To say I had forgotten about it and had moved on with my life after that night was nothing but a lie. After that night, I just couldn’t get her and her warm pussy out of my head.

On numerous occasions, I’d go to Vegas’s nightclub to pick up a hoe and fuck them just to stop thinking about Ophelia but that only made me crave her more.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the ethereal picture of her, lying pliant in my arms and letting out soft, velvety moans as I fucked her to a stupor before shooting my cumload inside her.

I wanted more of her. I had become obsessed with her and I knew I wouldn’t rest until I found a way to own her even though I knew that statement of mine was nearly impossible.

I had seen the way Ophelia had stared at me that night before we started, with venom and hatred deeply rooted behind those beautiful, starry coffee orbs. Even though I had convinced myself that I didn’t care whether she liked it or not, I just couldn’t bear to take her painfully.

What was happening to me? When had I become so considerate of random virgins?

The thought sent a thrilling flame of desire into my dick, and I could feel my length slowly molding into a boner.

To stop myself from uttering a nonsensical statement to her, I had left as soon as I dumped my cum inside her even though I knew that was quite assholish of me to do so but that was the only way I could keep up my enigmatic charisma in front of her.

I didn’t want to seem too low and pussy-depraved to her, so I swallowed my thoughts and left the room.

Did I regret doing so? Maybe.

My dad had taught me that regret was only for losers, and since I wasn’t one, I had no regrets.

I could still change the situation by just placing a call to Salvador and asking him to arrange a meeting between Ophelia and I.

Fuck, why hadn’t I thought of such a great idea for the past four weeks?

I had starved myself of Ophelia’s pussy for so long simply because I couldn’t think of a solution as easy as that.

I shook my head as I chuckled to myself and trekked over to the glass walls of my office with my hands enclosed inside my pocket.

At that moment, I heard the all-too-familiar knock of my assistant on the door which made me scoff before I answered, “Come in, Alvin,”

“Sir,” Alvin’s voice drifted into my ears with an undertone that screamed urgency, and I wordlessly whipped around to face him.

“I think you should see this,” He outstretched the iPad in his hands to me which made me frown as my eyes skimmed across his nervous mien before I sighed and retrieved the device from him.

I scrolled through the contents, and my emotionless face morphed into a sardonic smile.

It wasn’t even something of importance. It was just a rival company that was trying to taint my name.

“So, this is the reason you look so scared?” I scoffed and chuckled before handing the iPad back to him.

“But sir, they said the latest design of our line of ATMs was stolen from them because they released theirs some weeks before we did and they’re threatening to file a lawsuit if we don’t stop making the atm models,” Alvin explained, and I just shrugged.

I’ve been in business for almost a decade and I knew how things were run.

I had seen enough bitter competitors who had threatened to file lawsuits against me, and yet when I gave them the go-ahead to do so, they’ll send a lawyer over to my company, claiming they want to settle and have decided against the lawsuit.

Most of them were only after my hard-earned money while some of them were jealous of the fact that a company ran by a mere twenty-seven years old managed to surpass theirs.

“Tell them to proceed with their pointless lawsuit. We will meet in court,” I uttered, and watched in amusement, the way Alvin’s eyes rounded in their sockets and almost popped out.

“They should proceed? Sir, I think we should just settle with them because they have a lot of connections in the ministry of justice. They may buy the ruling,” Alvin suggested.

“Just do as I say, Alvin. Watch and learn how things will turn against them. They’re silly for even attempting to threaten me,” I scoffed.

“Okay, sir. I’ll be on my way then,” Alvin bowed robotically before he exited my office.

My lips curved upwards in a smirk as he left before I heaved myself down on the swivel chair, retracted my phone, and scanned through for Salvador’s contact information.

Barely two scrolls after, I found it and smiled to myself as I dialed it, and waited for the man to answer.

“Ryan, what a pleasant surprise!” His chaotic voice came on, and immediately the line clicked.

I chuckled softly, “Right? How have you been, man? How’s business?”

“Good. Everything is going great. By the way, I’ve been meaning to call you for a while after I found out you bought that girl from the club. Thanks for the patronage,” He laughed, and I shook my head, repressing the urge to snort.

Yeah, right. As if he forgot he had my number saved in his phone.

Leave it to Salvador to spit out atrocious lies.

“Yeah, it’s cool. I called you for an urgent matter related to the girl,” I started.

“What is it? Did she not satisfy you enough?”

“No, of course not. She did,” I huffed, feeling the tips of my ears, heating up with embarrassment.

“Can you schedule a meeting between her and me? I have a proposal for her,” I said.

“Oh, alright. I will. But can I ask what the proposal is?” Salvador asked.

“Don’t worry about it, Salvador. You’ll get to know everything immediately after she agrees to meet up with me,” I retorted.

“Okay then, I will try to arrange something as soon as possible,”

“Thanks, man. I have to go now, I’ll talk to you later,” I muttered, and with that, I hung up and placed my phone on the table with a smirk.

Inwardly, I hoped Ophelia would accept my proposal as I scribbled my signature on some paperwork.

+++

“You’re crazy, man,” Vegas laughed as he smacked my shoulder, to which I just chuckled darkly as I brought the glass of tequila shot to my lips and gulped it down.

I sighed in bliss as the cold alcohol trickled down my throat and hit the exact spot I wanted.

I was currently at one of the numerous nightclubs that Vegas owned in the city, and I had just finished telling him about the proposal which I intended to make to Ophelia.

“But honestly, isn’t that amount too much? You spent fifteen million just to be with her for a night and now this. Bro, aren’t you wasting money?” Vegas mused after a while, and I averted my gaze from the drink in front of me to him.

“I’m not, Vegas. I’m exploring life,” I shrugged and he sighed.

“Well, do whatever makes you happy. But don’t make it a habit, or else, you are going to wreck both yourself and your company,” Vegas advised.

“Yes, dad. Don’t worry, I won’t. Even if I start spending ten million dollars daily from today for the rest of the year, we both know I won’t go broke,” I bragged, feeling my head swell up with pride.

“Ophelia is going to be one of my precious investments. I’ll gain more from her than she’ll ever think of gaining from me,” I muttered, pouring myself and Vegas two glasses of red wine.

“Just take it easy, Ryan. Don’t ruin that girl if she eventually agrees to your proposal. Do as the contract says and don’t let your anger consume you,” Vegas lectured as he took his glass of red wine with a nod.

“I will try,” I mumbled.

“Try? Don’t try. Do it because I know how possessed you get when that senility of yours starts. I’m going to cut ties with you if something drastic happens to her, and I mean it,” Vegas fixed a warning glare on me, and I diverted my eyes from him as I silently sipped from my glass of red wine.

“Why are you so defensive of her? Are you my best friend or are you her’s?” I couldn’t help but snort when I realized that Vegas’s glare was still directed at me.

“I’m not on her side, man. I’m just trying to be reasonable here,” Vegas muttered, to which I just nodded, gulped the rest of the alcohol down, and got up from the chair.

“I’ll see you soon, man. I got to head back home now. I have work tomorrow,” I informed Vegas as I put on my trench coat, and retrieved my car keys and phone from the table.

“Alright, let me see you off,” Vegas offered, and I nodded as we exited the private room in the club which Vegas always had reserved for me, whenever I visited his club, and trekked to the parking lot.