Ryan's POV
I squeezed my eyes open with a groan as I felt a hand harshly flung over my belly.
Squinting in discomfort, I glanced down at the hand, the long artificial finger nails which were painted a glossy red hue made me frown in confusion.
So, I gazed beside myself to see who the hand belonged to. I was stupefied when I saw Elena's sleeping form lying next to me, with her limbs flailed around me.
With my heart slamming against ny ribs in trepidation, I glanced underneath the blanket, and it confirmed by worst fears; that I had indeed spent the night with Elena.
For some weird reasons, the only thing I could remember was heading out of the condo to a club to have some drinks. I couldn't even remember meeting Elena at the club, talk less of taking her home to have sex with her.
Hell, I was doomed. I had promised myself to never allow a woman who wasn't Ophelia into my bed, and now, I ruined everything.
Fuck, what had I been thinking?
I ran my fingers through my hair wildly as I darted a hateful stare at her. She was starting to wake up, and was squirming against me.
With hatred for her and myself blooming in my heart, I pushed her limbs off me, and gave her a harsh smack on the knee.
"Get up, Elena," I growled.
I watched her frown in her sleep for a moment before she yanked herself up from the bed, covered herself properly with the blanket and directed a smile at me.
"Hey, baby. That's not the way to wake your fianceé up, is it?" She chuckled, with an undertone of deviousness.
I stifled the urge to throw her out of the bed, and burgeon her face with blows by sighing deeply to contain my anger.
"I already warned you against calling me that, Elena. What the hell happened last night? How did you even get here?" I barked.
Elena seemed unperturbed. Instead of speaking, she shrugged and darted a smile at me.
I was enraged, "I swear to God, Elena. If you don't fucking start speaking now, I'll force those words out of your mouth," I threatened, glaring murderously at her.
"Okay, fine. We met at a club last night and we had mind-blowing sex, happy?" She scoffed before retrieving her phone from the nightstand.
"Wait, you met me at a club? Didn't you say you were going back to Italy last week?" I hurled.
She averted her gaze from her phone with a bored expression, "I didn't feel like it anymore. By the way, I just wanted to let you know that you still got that dick game. Even though it's been a while, since we did it, you still got that high as fuck libido,"
"Get out of this place right now, Elena!" I bellowed, reaching over to force the phone from her grip and pushing her off the bed.
I was livid with anger at her shameless utterance. I knew I played a part in the whole situation, but the way she spoke without remorse greatly pissed me off.
"Hey, what was that for? You could have just asked me to leave nicely," She grumbled as she struggled up from the floor.
"Just fucking leave, Elena. Don't make me do something brutal to you," I barked, to which she scoffed before proceeding to put on her clothes in front of me.
I quickly steered my gaze from her, and focused on the bathroom door instead.
"Why are you acting strangely, Ryan? You've seen me naked on numerous occasions, so what are you giving me privacy for?" I heard Elena huff.
I ignored her statement, "Are you done?"
"Yes. You can look now," She muttered.
"So, I'm leaving for Italy this evening," Elena started, which made me scoff incredulously.
"I'm serious this time, Ryan. You don't want me anymore, so why would I stay here? Last night, I couldn't even make you hard. While you were kissing me, you called me by a strange name," Elena uttered with a frown.
I was befuddled, "A strange name?"
"Yes, Ryan. A strange name. I was shocked when you started praising me, asking me if I knew how sexy I was. But I was even more shocked when you called me Ophelia," She replied.
Why couldn't I remember saying that though? I thought to myself.
"By the way, we didn't have sex or anything last night. We only made out, and yeah, that's all," She mumbled, darting me a sad smile before retrieving her purse from the nightstand.
"Wait, really? This isn't a sick joke or something?" I asked, stunned by the revelation.
She shook her head, "It seems you really love that Ophelia. As much as it hurts me to say, I wish you both find happiness with each other, since you never found peace and happiness with me. Goodbye, Ryan Torres," With that statement, Elena casted one last smile at me before turning around to exit the room.
I felt weird as I stared at the bedroom door for a little while after Elena left before I hoisted myself up from the bed to take a shower.
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"Hey, Ophelia. How are you doing today?" I smiled at Ophelia after she opened the door.
Her expression was impassive, "Hi. How may I help you?
I was confused by the coldness of her tone.
"I just wanted to ask for your permission to take Jeremy shopping later today," I said.
"Oh. You can't. He's currently busy with schoolwork," She replied icily.
Since when did kindergartners have schoolworks though? I thought, staring down at her.
"I will wait then. When he's done, please give me a call," I said, to which she scoffed.
"No, why would I? Jeremy is busy with a whole lot of stuff apart from schoolwork. He needs to rest for the day," She muttered.
I remained undaunted, "Okay. I guess I'll take him shopping by weekend. How's that?"
"Still no. He has a school excursion by weekend. If you're so desperate to get someone to go shopping with you, why don't you just take your fianceé with you?" She huffed, and without giving me a chance to answer, she slammed the door in my face.
Perplexed, I blinked fervently as I stared at the door.
What the hell just happened?