Ophelia’s POV "Yeah, alright. As if you don't have a crush on Dylan. Stop lying to yourself, Ava," I scoffed with my phone held against my ear as I arranged my freshly-washed clothes into the walk-in closet."No, of course not. Eww, I don't like that guy, he acts too aloof and most importantly, he is a bully. Have you forgotten how wicked he was to me in high school?" Ava retorted, and I could picture her prancing around her bedroom, with flushed cheeks as she spoke about him."Okay, since you said so, milady. I won-" I was cut short by a knock on the door, and I huffed in irritation as I walked to the door and flung it open.It was one of Ryan's maids."Good morning, Miss Ophelia. Master has requested your presence in his study," She informed me before I could hang up on Ava.Fuck, the maid had blown my cover.My boss, according to my lies, was an incontinent old man who could only speak and eat. He couldn't walk or do any hectic actions, and he'd definitely not be able to go to a s

Ryan’s POV "Are you ready?" I asked Ophelia as we stepped onto the threshold of the large hall which was decorated expensively and magnificently with elegantly-clothed people who had identical plastic smiles and airs of haughtiness surrounding them.In response, she gazed at me and winced before she nodded. I had to suppress the urge to chuckle as her grip on my hand got harder.For a moment before we left the mansion, I had almost decided against torturing her like I wanted to at the party, but after she moaned deliciously while we were in the car when I helped her with the car belt, I knew I wanted to have her under me, letting out those lethal yet pleasant sounds as I brought her to trip over the edge.The thought made heat pool to the pit of my belly, traveling downward to my tip before I could get disgraced by my almost-aroused cock. I squeezed Ophelia's hand, smiled down at her, and nodded before we stepped inside the hall.My hand slipped out from Ophelia's, and slid down her

Ophelia’s POV Later that night after Ryan and I bid farewell to Damon and his wife and some of Ryan's other business partners, he dragged me home and proceeded to fuck me again while I faced the mirror as he decorated open-mouthed kisses down my neck.It was an electrifying adventure for me and I thought that if Ryan and I could continue having sex in such a thrilling manner like that every day, maybe I wouldn't regret selling myself that much.I'd enjoy it and he'd also enjoy it. It'd be a fifty-fifty victory for the both of us.I just hoped Ryan didn't get into one of his deranged mood swings one of these days and force me to do something horrendous to him."Good morning, Ophelia," Jason's voice drifted into my line of hearing as I slammed my bedroom door shut and locked it, in preparation to leave for an important morning class."Morning, Jason. Hope you slept well?" I smiled at him as I walked closer to him. It seemed he had just come out of Ryan's bedroom as he had an empty glas

Ophelia’s POV I yawned loudly as I sensed my pillow move away from underneath my head–wait, my pillow moved away?Then it dawned on me and instantly, I squeezed my eyes open and gasped when I realized that I wasn't in my bedroom, but Ryan's. The soulless grey and black walls made me reach that conclusion.The most scandalous thing was that I was sleeping next to Ryan on Ryan's bed. He had gently nestled me inside his arms before I woke up.The thought caused my cheeks to fluster in embarrassment as I buried my head in my hands."Lia, what the hell have you done?" I whispered to myself as I flickered my eyes tightly shut.I stopped chiding myself when I realized that Ryan was still deeply asleep next to me. Tentatively, I leaned closer to him and observed his sleeping face.Staring at him as he slept peacefully made me feel like a creep, but I shrugged the guilty thoughts off as a smile curved my lips and I continued admiring him while he slept.Watching him sleep from a closer view m

Ryan’s POV I smiled to myself like a creep as I caressed my jaw with my thumb while thinking about the night of my parents' death anniversary.Ophelia was so nice and kind to me that I was starting to feel guilty for every evil thing I have done to her.So, I resolved within myself to get her some flowers and apologize for being a brute to her since the day she moved into my mansion.The most important highlight was the fact that she had allowed me to kiss her. Her lips were so soft and tender to kiss. I couldn't get enough of them.Maybe it was the fact that she was inexperienced about kissing that made the kiss seem so pure and gentle. I had only kissed her once and yet I was already so addicted to her lips.Though I was drunk out of my head before she walked in, I could still vividly remember our conversation when I had called her pretty and she blushed.Fuck, maybe my feelings for Ophelia were not just a slave-owner sort of feeling. Maybe I was gradually starting to fall in love