Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ryan’s POV

I stood at the center of my new condominium with a tired but accomplished smile rooted to my face as I nodded to myself.

Damon’s men had done a great job with the interior decorations. The place didn’t look the slightest bit comfortable for me, given that I was used to living in my humongous yet lifeless mansion.

I was slightly excited about living in a place without my helpers at my beck and call for the first time in my life.

Everything I was doing was for Ophelia and Jeremy. I reassured myself as I grabbed the plastic bag containing two boxes of pizzas, a pack of banana milk, and a box of apple juice.

Then, I headed out of my place to the elevator. I was going to visit my newest neighbor with some gifts.

Moments later, I reached my neighbor’s door which I knocked tenderly on.

“Coming,” I heard her tiny voice screech which made me chuckle fondly.

I waited patiently by the door with the bag clasped tighter in my hand, and my heart beating rapidly with nervousness.

Shortly after a while, my neighbor creaked her door open, rambling, “I’m so sorry, Daphne. I was mak-”

Ophelia stopped her babble, her eyes doubled in horror as if she had just sighted a ghost, she roamed her eyes over me before she glared at me.

I collected myself, and inwardly willed my nerves calm as I outstretched the bag in my hand to her, “Hey, neighbor. It’s a pleasure having you as my new neighbor. I hope we get along well. By the way, how’s ou-” I paused when I realized I almost made a mistake.

I almost called Jeremy our son.

So, I smiled at her, and started once more, “I’m sorry. How’s J-”

“What the hell do you think you are doing right now, Ryan?” Ophelia asked, clutching her hands into fists as her face flustered with anger.

I suppressed the urge to gulp fearfully at her question, and I feigned an innocent grin at her.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“What do you mean? I’m trying to be a nice neighbor?” I lied, cringing inwardly at how foolish my lie sounded.

“Do you think I’m fucking daft, huh? You are the new neighbor? You are fucking stalking me, you bastard! What the hell do you want from me, Ryan? I always knew you were a shallow fool, but I didn’t realize you were this foolish. Why the hell did you come here? What the hell is this bullshit you’re spitting?” Ophelia barked as she shook with anger.

Fuck, this was a big mess already. What was I thinking when I asked Damon to get me a place at Ophelia’s residence?

I should have thought it through instead of acting like an idiot and enraging her further.

My mouth faltered open as my hold on the plastic bag got limp, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ophelia. I’m not stalking you. The caretaker told me I had neighbors, and I wanted to greet them and introduce myself to them. I had no idea you were the one, I’m sorry,” I fibbed, to which Ophelia scoffed.

“You’re an unchanging fucktard, do you hear me? You think you’re smart, don’t you? So, what you’re trying to say is that this is a coincidence. And you didn’t seem shocked when you saw me? That’s a load of bullshit, Ryan. Fucking crap,” Ophelia yelled, slightly startling me.

I should have been scared of Ophelia cursing angrily at me but I wasn’t. Instead, I was aroused by it.

The sight of Ophelia spitting curse words was just so fucking sexy that it shot electricity to my cock. I could feel my dick slowly springing up as I stared at her.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to hoist Ophelia up, wrap her legs around my waist, and thrust deeply into her, to bury my pent-up release inside her, to have her quivering and moaning with pleasure as I fucked her deeply.

“Are you listening to me?” Ophelia’s voice rang inside my ears and yanked me out of my trance.

I was such an idiot. I should be thinking of ways to get Ophelia and our son back but here I was, thinking about sex.

Ophelia was right, I was an unchanging asshole.

I cleared my throat and slid my hand inside my pocket to hide my boner before I nodded at her, “Yes, I am. I’m sorry for bothering you, Ophelia. I’ll do my best to always be out of your sight. And as soon as my re-”

“Hold it. I don’t need to hear your life history. You better keep to your promise, to stay away from my son and me, or else, I’d get a restriction order against you,” Ophelia hollered, and I could tell from the fiery flames of anger in her eyes that she was serious about her threat.

I didn’t want that. I didn’t want a restriction order against her. I’d never be able to live with myself if that happened.

“Yes, sure. I will. I don’t want to ever cause any inconvenience for you and your family. I’ll be on my way now but p-”

“Mister Lion?” I heard his voice. My son’s cheerful voice, and subconsciously, my lips quivered in a smile as I looked past Ophelia to the tiny, adorable being running towards me.

I made grabby hands at him as he grinned at me with excitement shining in his eyes. I was about to enclose him in a warm hug when I heard…

“Jeremy, what did I tell you about running?” Ophelia asked, crossing her arms around her chest, and exposing her gorgeous cleavage.

I yanked my stare away from her bosom as I willed my lustful thoughts away from her.

Jeremy stopped in his tracks with a weary pout, and his eyes glassy with unshed tears.

“Not run down the stairs. Sorry mummy,” Jeremy muttered with a sniffle.

I almost bounded past Ophelia to hug him but I repressed myself from doing so, and instead settled on smiling sympathetically at Jeremy.

“He’s sorry, Ophelia. At l-”

“Did I ask for your advice? Now scram off my house this instant!” She yelled and glared at me before she slammed the door in my face.

I stood frozen in front of the door for a solid minute before I got a grip, and yanked myself away from her place with the nylon bag still entwined in my hold.

Desolation hung over me like a blanket as I trekked back to my place.