Finally

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