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This was just what I needed to complicate my life more. Amanda was starting to become a fucking liability— one that I would have to get rid of sooner, rather than later.

"Levi!" I heard a soft voice squeak. Soon after, the door to my office swung open swiftly and Ophelia ran in, a large smile on her face.

I quickly moved back my chair from behind my desk so that she wouldn't hurt herself as she quickly jumped directly onto my lap, wrapping her hands tightly around my neck and planting a big one on my lips.

"Hmm," I hummed as I circled my large arms around her tiny waist, pulling her closer to me.

She pulled away slowly, pecking my lips twice more before stroking my cheek with her knuckles.

"How was your day? Did you find all of your classes?" I tried to mask all of the worries in my voice as I stared back at her.

What I really wanted to ask her was if she made any friends or met any new people. I wanted this experience to not only be an educational one, but an exciting and fun one. I wouldn't be able to imagine how depressed she would feel going to school and not making any friends.

"It was great!" She smiled giddily, bouncing up and down on my lap excitedly. "I made two friends," She gushed.

"Okay, okay," I said distractedly as I tightly put my hands on her waist to steady her. "That's great, baby! Who are they?" I beamed.

She played with my tie, "Their names are Aaliyah and Axel." She smiled. "They're twins." She continued.

I stared at her— just looked at her.

She frowned as she wrapped her hands around my neck once again, "Don't give me that look, Levi." She sighed. "Axel's a really nice guy. He's more on the quiet side, I'm not his type." She reassured.

My hands roamed her thighs, "You're every man's type. Innocent but can be a freak in bed if you want to," I whispered the last part in her ear. "Beautiful face, curvaceous body..." I continued.

"Okay, okay," She blushed. "I get it." She mumbled.

I roamed my hands higher until they were under her skirt, playing with the end of her underwear, "How were classes?" I pushed the thin material to the side.

"Uh, umm..." She bit her bottom lip as her fingers steadied herself on my shoulders. "They were a-alright," She swallowed. "I was having problems a-at first but— Levi," She whimpered.

"Hmm?" I tilted my head to the side as I continued rubbing my two fingers up and down her slit, feeling the wetness coating my digits.

"T-That's distracting..." Her nails dug into my shoulders.

"I know, now tell me what happened today," I licked my lips as I watched her lips form in the shape of an 'O'.

"—I was saying t-that that..." She trailed off. "That um, the first class was h-hard and no one spoke to me b-but— ahh," She let out a breathy moan as she rested her head in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily.

Pushing my finger further into her tight walls, I groped her ass with my other hand, my palm digging into her large orbs and massaging.

"Come on, baby, I'm listening." I teased, feeling pre-cum leak from my hardened shaft at hearing her soft mewls and moans.

"I can't—" Her voice cracked. She removed her hands from my shoulders, instantly flying them between us and on my throbbing cock.

My body jerked as she squeezed lightly, massaging me through my slacks.

The heat from her hand continued to soak through my pants as she absentmindedly groped my cock.

Her light brown eyes closed and body moving in the rhythm of my fingers, Ophelia's hair whipped in front of her face as she held her head down.

I clenched my jaw tightly, chewing on my tongue to try to get rid of the tightening feeling of my chest constricting. My head was cocked back to stare at the black ceiling above me, my lips parting in pleasure.

If her hands felt so heavenly now, I couldn't imagine how it would feel if Ophelia ever gave me a bare hand job— knelt down in front of me and looking up at me through her innocent orbs.

That vision, along with the feeling of Ophelia's hands squeezing tight and running her hands up and down my length left me a sweating mess in my chair as I continued to pump my fingers faster into her, adding in another thick digit.

Matching my speed, she increased her movements, leaving me a mess as I felt my Adam's apple bob up and down, my thumb adding pressure onto her clit.

I felt Ophelia's entire body convulsing, her body shaking and her eyes fluttering closed as she took her available hand and formed a fist with it, putting it in her mouth to muffle her moaning.

She was panting uncontrollably as her movements on my shaft slowed down. I felt the heat and pre-cum continue to leak from my slit from not reaching my peak as yet.

I adjusted her underwear as I removed her hand from my crouch, feeling her movements take a tired stop.

Pulling down her skirt, I watched as her eyes fluttered slightly, "Sorry." She mumbled as she planted her hands behind my neck.

I chuckled, "For what, baby?" I lifted her up and carried her over the long couch.

"You know— not getting to... finish you off," She murmured as she was allowed to lay her down on the couch.

I smiled, "It's alright, sweetheart." I said softly. My dick was still incredibly hard but fuck it, I used my hand before and I can surely use it now.

"Where are you going?" She yawned as she clutched on to my dress shirt. I slackened her fists, "Just to finish up some work, I'll be right here." I coo. "It's 6:00, get some rest and you can tell me all about your day tomorrow."

She hums, "Mkay."

I smiled gently to myself, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek before walking off back to my table.

The smile is immediately wiped off of my face when I remember what I was dealing with before Ophelia came, "Fuck me." I mumbled.

I tiredly wipe my hand over my face as I see an old picture of Amanda and I, along with tomorrow's date, stating that that was the day we were supposed to marry before we broke up.

What made my jaw clench was the fact that Amanda stated that as of tomorrow, we were still, in fact, getting married as of tomorrow.

The fact that I, billionaire Levi Morterez was finally getting married wouldn't go down easy on the press. It would be all over magazines, newspapers, television, everywhere.

It was highly unlikely that Ophelia wouldn't see. This was why I think it was best to tell her beforehand. That way, it'd be easier to explain to her everything and how I got myself in this entire predicament.

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A little yawn and shuffling in the corner made me peek up to see Ophelia sitting up, stretching out her muscles.

"Morning, sunshine," I chuckled as I saw her rub her eyes tiredly, disregarding the blanket that I placed over her earlier.

"What time is it? It can't be morning already," She groaned as she pulled down her skirt and came to sit on the end of my desk.

I shook my head amusingly, "Basically, it's 2 am." I chastised. "You were out like a light, sorry for wearing you out on your first day back from college," I teased.

She sent me a sexy smile that somehow made my heart skip a beat for some reason. "You're here very late working; do you have a lot left?" She asked.

"No actually," I motioned for her to come around in front of me. "I'm actually done— I wanna talk to you about something,"

She looked at me wearily, sexy brown eyes scrutinising me. It was indifferent to how everything Ophelia did before I used to consider it cute or adorable but now, I found the simplest things sexy.

She sat on my lap, "What about?"

I took a deep breath, "Amanda." I say simply. "About Amanda."

It didn't take long for her to process the name, her body becoming tense in my hold. I rubbed comforting circles with my thumb on her arm, staring at her.

"W-What about her?" She cleared her throat.

I licked my bottom lip, "You know that she and I were in a 'relationship,' right?" I asked.

She nodded her head reluctantly, "Well— I failed to mention that we were actually engaged." I paused, waiting for her reaction.

"E-Engaged?" She asked bewildered. "As in— scheduled to get married?" She squeaked as she slowly rose from my lap.

"Yes, Ophelia but it wasn't like that," I tried to reason as I stood up with her.

She turned around to face me, her neck craning upwards to meet my gaze, eyes holding disbelief.

"Not like that?" She breathed. "How else would it be? It's bad enough that I got in the way of a relationship, fake or not, but now you're saying that I basically broke up a marriage to be?" She took two steps away from me.

"Ophelia, just let me—" I tried to explain but she just shook her head as if she committed the worst crime in the world.

"And you didn't even tell me. No wonder she hates me..." She cried.

I held out my hand towards her figure, hoping that she would just give me a chance to explain this entire ordeal.

However, she looked at me with blurry eyes, shaking her head slowly in disbelief at the thought of even touching me.

With that, she turned around and ran through the door, my voice following after her.