All Chapters of Billionaire’s Abandoned Love Slave: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ophelia’s POV The next time I woke up was to the empty side of Ryan's bed and the rays of sunlight seeping through the window blinds, causing me to crunch my nose in dissatisfaction.I clasped a hand to my mouth as I let out a tired yawn.The intense activities that took place between Ryan and I the night before, and in the middle of the night had completely drained me, but did I regret any part of it, hell to the fucking no!My goodness, Ryan's dick was just so perfect and huge! The sexy man had a wild libido and a big, fat cock to match which he knew how to expertly use.How did my thoughts become so filthy and obscene after spending just one night with Ryan?Maybe, it was the power of his magical thick, long cock which I hoped to have inside me in the nearest future."Ophelia, snap out of it," I slapped myself on the cheeks as my face tinted to a nasty fuschia pink in embarrassment from my nasty thoughts.I dipped my hand into the comforter which was draped on my body to caress my

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 nearl

Ophelia’s POV I strolled into “Strip and ride” with my heart drumming violently in my chest as a wave of nostalgia hit me.I gulped harshly as I sighted a middle-aged, bald man who was standing in the lobby with his phone placed against his ear. The man's gaze met with mine and instantly, I knew he was the man who called me the day before–Salvador Diego.I nodded at him as his eyes doubled in size in recognition before he crossed the hallway and walked towards me with a clipped smile."Ophelia Alvarez?" He asked, outstretching his hand for a handshake."Yes," I shook his hand and quickly slipped my hand away from his as if it was a fiery furnace that burnt my skin."Ryan has arrived. He arrived a few minutes ago, and I told him everything that you said yesterday. He had agreed to stay away if you don't accept his offer," Rodrigo told me as he led me to the private room where Ryan was in.Ryan, just the thought of the man's name made me quiver in my stance. For an unknown reason, I f

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

Ryan’s POV "It's a pleasure to finally have you as a business partner, Ryan," The elderly president of Moreno Softwares, Damon Moreno said to me as we shook hands, and I bowed to him in courtesy."Same here, Damon. I hope we remain partners for a long time," I replied, with a smile which he mirrored and nodded.Damon Moreno, though forty-three years older than me, was one of my most-trusted business partners in the software business, and I had invested some millions in his company some days ago to seal our newly-founded partnership."By the way, did you hear that Fernandez is hosting the annual charity gala this year?" Damon asked as I walked him to the entrance of the company where his driver was waiting with his car."Fernandez? The brat whose father died a couple of months ago?" I replied with a question of mine, and Damon nodded in affirmation which made me scoff.The brat was going to have squandered his dad's hard-earned wealth before the year ended with how reckless he was cur