Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

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 currently being.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Didn’t the Castillo’s foundation used to host the gala? Why is he hosting it this year?” I asked Damon as his driver got out of the car, bowed to me, and opened the door to the backseat for the older man.

“I have no idea either. I hope he gets a grip on himself before it gets too late for him. Anyway, I’ll see you at the gala in a month, take care of yourself,” Damon squeezed my shoulder, which made me dart a warm smile at him, despite my usual coldness and anger towards the world.

I watched the car move away and disappear into oblivion with a smile before I turned around, swiftly replacing the smile on my face with a scowl, and trekked past the glass doors towards the elevator.

“Sir. You have a visitor waiting inside your office,” The receptionist informed me as I walked past the lobby, and I halted in my steps as a confused frown adorned my features.

“What do you mean by that? What visitor?” I asked her, in an eerily quiet voice, while also glaring at her.

She was taken aback by my outburst, and she started stuttering, “I-I’m sorry, sir but she said her name was Elena and she had something to tell you. She showed me the VIP pass card and I had no other choice but to let her in, please forgive me, sir,” She bowed fearfully, which made me let out an exasperated sigh.

“Don’t ever repeat such a stupid mistake,” I scolded her, to which she nodded and bowed again.

Elena. What could she be looking for? I thought as I trekked out of the elevator, and made my way to my office.

Elena was one of my casual hookups. She was the heiress to a multinational corporation but we stopped our relationship after she got married and moved to Italy.

It had been four years since I last saw her.

I swung the office doors open loudly, wanting to alert her of my presence before I stepped inside the room.

“Ryan?” I heard her chirpy voice before I saw her.

I took a deep sigh, closed the door, and roamed my eyes across the room to see where she was. I found her on a sofa in the center of my office, sipping a cup of simmering, chamomile tea.

She had cut her infamously long blonde hair short, and it roundened her face in a bob. As usual, she was cladded in a provocative, strapless mini gown and her face was painted heavily with layers of make-up.

“Elena,” I called, and she got up to throw herself at me in a hug. I quickly moved off her path and crossed my arms across my chest with a stoic demeanor.

“Why are you here?” I asked, ignoring the pout that bestowed her features.

“Hey, that’s no way to greet a long-time friend,” She whined as I took my seat on the sofa opposite her, and motioned her to do the same.

“We were never friends, Elena. Get that delusion out of your head, how is your husband by the way?” I muttered, paying no mind to the way her face fell miserably.

“Don’t talk about him, I’m here to discuss something else,” Elena replied, and I scoffed.

“What?”

“I’m getting a divorce soon, and I want to move back to America,” She started, darting a suggestive smirk at me as she stood up from her seat.

I watched her walk towards me with an amused countenance.

Elena stood in between my thighs, placed both hands on my shoulders, with half of her boobs on display and right in front of my lips.

A few months ago, I would have gotten aroused by staring at her tits but at that moment, I felt repulsed as I stared at them.

I couldn’t stomach my irritation, and so I pushed her away as I hollered, “What the hell, Elena?”

She didn’t seem frightened as she just chuckled, and sat next to me on the sofa, almost molding herself to my body.

“I want us to start all over again, Ryan. I’m leaving Dalton for you. I don’t like him and I never did, I’ve loved only you all my life and I will always do. I want to move back to America-” She paused, and leaned closer to me to whisper, “Into your mansion,”

“Just how delusional can you be, Elena?” I mocked her, which made her stare at me in confusion.

“We had nothing between us before that ended, so there’s nothing to start all over again. I am done with you, Elena. Go back to your husband and start being fucking responsible!” I hollered which made her eyes widen as she gaped at me in horror.

“I already told you that I never loved Dalton, Ryan. I am yours and you will always be mine. I don’t have a husband anymore and we had love budding between us before I got married, I’m sorry I d-”

“Shut the fuck up, Elena! Just shut it! Is this what you came back to do in America?” I bellowed as I jerked up from the sofa, pointing menacingly at her.

“Why are you getting mad at me, Ryan? Don’t you want me anymore? Is it because I’ve gained some weight? I’ll go on a diet and lose weight for you,” Elena knelt in front of me as she clutched onto my knees like a possessed person.

“I’m not going to do this with you, Elena. Get up and leave my office this instant and don’t you ever dare walk into my company again, am I clear?” I yelled, and instantly she released her grip on me.

“N-no, I can’t live without you, Ryan,” She shook her head frantically.

“Elena, I don’t have time for this. Do you want me to tell your dad about us? You know how much he hates me, he’s definitely going to disown you if I tell him and you won’t get his company, do you want that?” I whispered and she seemed to think about it for a while as she slowly got up and stared into space.

“I’ll be back for you, Ryan. We will never be over until I say so,” She pledged, grabbed her bag, and left my office abruptly, leaving the door to hang ajar.

I just shook my head and slammed the door open, mentally noting it down to instruct the security guards to keep her off my property.

I didn’t want a walking mad woman wreaking havoc on my business.

+++

“Welcome back, Sir Ryan,” The butler bowed to me, in greeting as he collected my briefcase, and passed it to one of the maids.

“Thanks, Arnold,” I nodded at him, and the rest of the workers as I made my way towards the dining table to have dinner.

What I didn’t expect to see was the sight of Ophelia, my Ophelia throwing her head back in laughter as she cheerfully conversed with Jason in the kitchen, the head chef’s son like they were both long-time friends.

I clenched my jaw so hard that my temple started throbbing with an ache as fury bristled inside me.

Ophelia was mine and mine only, and she wasn’t allowed to chat so light-heartedly with other men.

I would remind her who her master was that night, I thought to myself as I smirked sardonically, and cleared my throat loudly to draw their attention to me.

I scoffed to myself as Ophelia’s face morphed into a horrified expression, and she stared at me with fear rooted in her eyes.

“Welcome home, Sir Ryan,” Jason bowed to me, and I had to hold myself back from throwing a punch at him.

The bastard had the audacity to greet me after speaking to my woman.

I ignored him and darted my stare at Ophelia.

“Meet me in my bedroom right now,” I ordered her, and she shuddered before nodding.

“You are not having dinner, sir?” I bumped into Lilian, the head chef of my household at the foot of the stairs and I wordlessly shook my head in affirmation as I brushed past her and headed to my special room where I would teach Ophelia how to act like the slave she was.