Ryan's POV
What the hell had I done? I thought as I stood with my hands akimbo, gazing at the burnt mess of pancakes which I messily plated on a white dish.
Fuck, I should have stuck to my decision if ordering takeouts throughout the duration of my stay in London.
How was I going to clean up the mess? Where was I going to start from? I sighed and shook my head, disappointed in myself.
Just as I was about to discard the burnt flour thing—because I knew it was everything but a pancake–into the waste bin, the doorbell rang.
Elena was now starting to get on my nerves by being so persistent with annoying me. I had clearly asked her to go back to her husband, and settle whatever dispute was between them because I'd never love her in the way she wanted me to.
But apparently, it was like she was made to always get on my nerves. I swallowed an infuriated sigh, clenched my hands by my sides and adorned a cold expression, as I made my way to answer the door.
"Elena, I al-Ophelia?" I was stunned to see Ophelia standing in front of me, with her stare rooted to the floor, and her arms occupied with Jeremy.
"Surprise, Mister Lion," Jeremy squealed excitedly, squirming in Ophelia's arms.
Instantly, my lips twitched with a smile as I bumped my fist with Jeremy's tiny one, Ophelia temporarily forgotten.
"Hey, champ. What a nice surprise," I nodded, to which he giggled and clapped his hands.
Adorable. I thought as I pinched his cheek.
"Put me down, mommy," Jeremy grunted which made me steer my gaze to Ophelia.
She still hadn't uttered a word nor had she exchanged glances with me. She just set quietly Jeremy down, and clapsed her hand in front of her.
"Erm..Hi, Ophelia," I muttered awkwardly, to ease the sour tension between us.
"Yeah. Hi, Ryan," Ophelia nodded, finally meeting my gaze, but it lasted for just a spilt second before she stared down at the floor again.
"Please come in properly," I motioned Ophelia inside, taking Jeremy's hand in mine. She seemed hesitant, and just as I thought she was going to rudely turn down my offer, she nodded and tentatively stepped in.
At that moment, everything felt surreal. I couldn't wrap a finger around the fact that Ophelia had willingly walked into my place. I was befuddled because I knew she hated me to death.
"Uhm, have your seat," I said, gesturing to the sofa, to which Ophelia nodded before she stiffly plopped on the sofa. Jeremy released his hold on my hand, and took a seat next to Ophelia, wrapping his arms around her.
The sight of the two loves of my life was extremely heartwarming, and I smiled as I stood beside them, staring at them.
They were my loves and I never wanted to let them go.
"Were you cooking something? It seems something is burning," Ophelia's soft voice drifted into my ears, and yanked me out of my reverie.
Initially, I was perplexed before I realized that I hadn't thrown out the burnt batter of pancake that I made earlier.
"Yeah, I burnt something. Pancakes," I confessed, scratching my nape awkwardly.
"Oh," Ophelia mumbled and nodded.
"Yeah. I guess I'm a clumsy oaf," I chuckled and shook my head. Surprisingly, Ophelia joined in.
"Yeah, you sure are," She scoffed, and I froze.
Ophelia speaking casually to me? In what universe was I? Because I knew there was no way that just happened.
"Mommy, what's a crumsy loaf?" Jeremy asked which made Ophelia dart an amused stare at me before she gazed back at Jeremy.
"It's a clumsy oaf, baby. A clumsy oaf is a tall and stupid person," She replied, and Jeremy oohed before bursting into a peal of laughter.
"Mister Lion is crumsy loaf," He laughed hysterically, pointing at me.
I couldn't help but join in, as I chuckled along with him.
"Mister Crumsy loaf, aren't you going to take care of your burnt food?" Ophelia huffed with an underlying tone of fondness.
I laughed, "Yeah. I'm going to do that now,"
"You better," She muttered before turning towards Jeremy.
I lingered in the living room for a spilt second before I trekked to the kitchen. I bagged both the pancakes and the frying pan, and threw them into the waste bin with an accomplished smile before I turned to the refrigerator to get some drinks to serve my august visitors.
My heart almost leapt out from my chest in fright when I saw Ophelia standing behind me with a smirk plastered to her face.
I hadn't even realized when she walked in.
"Do you need something?" I asked her. She shook her head and walked towards me.
"Hi," She smiled, looping her arms around my neck.
My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she tiptoed, and pressed a kiss to my lips.
In response, I hooked my hands around her waist, and stared at her plump, rosy lips.
"Kiss me, Ryan," She whispered sensually. Her throaty voice sent electricity to my cock, and I could feel it gradually springing up in my pants.
"Gladly, my love," I whispered back before gently molding her directly against my hardening cock, and leaning down to capture her soft lips.
My hands travelled from her waist down to her ass cheeks. As I caressed her ass through her pants, she uttered, "I have no panties on, and I prepared myself for you,"
That single statement of her nearly made me release my pent-up sexual ecstasy in my pants, but I suppressed the urge, and roughly squeezed her ass lobes, "Fuck, you have no idea what you're doing to me,"
Just as I was about to unzip her dress, and take her in different positions on the kitchen floor, the alarm clock rang and I got up from my bed with a start.
I scrubbed my hands over my face frantically before scanning around my bedroom.
So, it was just a dream.
As I grumpily hoisted myself up from the bed to go about my activities for the day, I noticed the large outline of a boner in my pants, and the wet patch of pre-cum on my crotch. I groaned in frustration as I peeled off my clothes and got into the shower.
Apparently, my arousal wasn't a dream. I thought as I jerked myself off to the thought of Ophelia, riding my cock on the kitchen floor with her back turned against me.