Who’s Ophelia?

Chapter #8 - Burning like ashes...

(Thèodore POV)

The world is a very strange place; I sometimes think we're already in hell and the angels are burning with us sinners. The music of the club is loud and the lights are flashy as if there are celebrities. My friends and I are sitting in a private lounge that gives us a full view of the club.

The housewives in Paris love to dance and talk about their husband's money. Then there is the ladies—the young ones that entertain the predators and old men. Paris is filled with gold diggers and ladies that look for quick s*x then they leave in the middle of the night like it was so artificial.

"So Thèo, how is things going on with you and your fiancée?" Trey asked in a mocking tone, while taking a puff of his vape.

Trey and I were friends since elementary school. I still haven't found a way to just discard him, even though he is an asshole. Trey is one of my psychotic friends; he's fit all over—the guy is a gym rat. He doesn't come out of the gym. He had naturally black hair but he dyed it black-white and now he wears it messy and unkempt. He has light green eyes like lime. Tonight he is wearing a leather black jacket with no shirt underneath and all the buttons are open and black jeans; the outfit is paired with a gold chain.

"Annoying as hell, she's like a bee that just keeps flying around me. Then she speaks in Russian sometimes, and I can't understand her," I replied while shaking my head and leaning it back against the wall the couch was leaned up against.

"She may be cussing you out in Russian," Fernando replied, laughing next to me.

Fernando and I known each other since we were born. Our parents are business partners and we instantly bonded. But the guy is such a nerd; he went to Oxford and then graduated top of his class and became an assistant for the prime minister. The guy isn't bad looking either; he has brunette hair, ocean blue eyes and the guy is fit somewhat—not as fit as Trey and I but he's fit in his arms.

"She needs to get put in her place," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"And who's going to do that," Fernando replied, while choking on his laughter.

"Guys guess what I heard and saw," Trey said, while setting his vape down while looking at the dance floor.

"What?" I asked, while lifting my head up.

"I heard Ophelia's back and y'all know she's fine as f**k," Trey replied, chuckling.

"I saw her already, she looks like a slut now. She dyed her hair a darker brown and her style has changed to full blown slut," I replied while picking up the vape and taking a puff.

"Damn, is her hazel eyes still sexy as hell," Fernando asked while staring at me.

My eyes looked at the entrance and that's when I saw her; she wasn't wearing anything appropriate that is for sure. It was a backless dress and it stopped at her hip, and in the front so much cleavage was showing and her hair was straight down her back. I then noticed how many piercings she had in her ears; she had two piercings then a helix and an industrial piercing on both ears. This was the first time I really looked at Ophelia since she came back; she was a sin I knew I was going to burn for and I would be proud to do it.

"Why don't you see for yourself," I replied while gesturing them with my gaze over to her.

"Who's the curly chick with her?" Trey asked while chuckling.

"Her friend Elena," I replied keeping my gaze locked on her; I noticed her moving up the stairs to my private lounge. Did we make it noticeable we were looking?

(Ophelia's POV)

I stepped into the club; the hype music had the floor beating and the colorful lights were flashing, it is going to make me blind. Elena stood next to me in a mini jean skirt and a white cropped tank top. I saw Thèodore and his friends from the corner of my eye. They were eye-f*****g me, so I walked upstairs and walked up to them.

"The queen is back in Paris," Fernando said while staring at me while a toothpick was in his mouth.

"Yes I am back but not for long," I replied chuckling.

"Why not? Don't you miss Paris, Ophelia," Trey replied looking at me and crossing his arms.

"I have work and I go by Lelly now," I replied tilting my head and smiling.

Then my eyes landed on Thèodore and he looked so hot. He was wearing a white t-shirt and some blue work-pants and his hair was messy. But the guy's muscles and biceps were noticeable through his shirt.

"Who's your friend?" Trey asked while staring at Elena.

"I'm Elena, and you?" Elena replied while smiling.

"Trey, pleasure to meet another beauty like Lelly," Trey replied while his gaze traveled up and down Elena's body.

"Ophelia, I don't know who encouraged the change of style but you are hot as Satan's pitchfork," Trey said, while chuckling.

"Trey." Thèodore replied, his gaze serious; his gaze changed to a murderous stare.

"Can Elena and I stay or do we have to go?" I asked while biting my bottom lip.

Thèodore stared at me, like I was looking for trouble.

"You guys can stay, I am sorry for Trey," Fernando replied while he tried to avoid looking at me.

I went and sat on Thèodore's lap; his eyes widened and so did the rest of them. Elena sat in an empty chair.

"You do not learn, do you," Thèodore said whispering in my ear while burying his face in my neck.

"What do you do for work, Ophelia?" Fernando asked, while staring at Thèodore.

"I'm a private lawyer and I own a company that works with billionaires," I replied while staring at Fernando.

"See I told y'all Ophelia is smarter than Fernando," Trey said sliding a hand down his face.

"What do you do, Elena?" Trey asked.

"I work for Ophelia," Elena replied while staring at me.

I feel Thèodore getting hard beneath me; it feels really good. I leaned my head into his shoulder. He started to kiss my neck.

"Thèo, mm stop," I muttered; it was replaced with a moan as he began to bite the soft part of my neck. The bastard was giving me a f*****g hickey.

"Get a room!" Fernando said chuckling, turning to Elena.

"When you going back?" Thèodore asked whispering in my ear.

I lifted my head off of his shoulder and looked into his eyes and tilted my head.

"Tomorrow morning," I replied while switching my gaze to the ceiling. Thèodore would grab my chin gently to look at him.

"If I hadn't asked, you weren't going to tell me you are leaving in the morning?" Thèodore asked, while looking at me serious.

"I uh... yeah," I replied, my voice heavy but soft with the weight of things I am holding back.

Thèodore got up and placed me down gently back on the couch.

"Why do you keep leaving me? I already spent three years without you and now you are leaving again," Thèodore whispered in my ear and placing his hand on the hem of my dress. He stared at me; his blue eyes are so captivating, it is like getting high and only seeing one thing. Like being hypnotized.

"Who's up for tattoos, I heard a place was open down the street," Trey asked while smirking.

The question wavers in my head for half a second.

"I'm down. But I need to get like super drunk before," I replied chuckling.

Thèodore's stare turned murderous as he stared at me.

"I want another one, I only have four," Elena replied, smiling.

"I only see one, oh never mind," Fernando said putting his finger on his mouth.

A couple of drinks later, we somehow ended up in a tattoo store and I was up next.

"What you going to get tatted, Ophelia?" Trey asked me while sitting in the chair getting a snake tattoo on his leg. It was so noticeable that he wanted to scream; his eyes were trying to stare up at the ceiling.

"It is going to be a surprise," I replied while leaning on Thèodore; I am so drunk right now. Everyone is way too loud and especially that music in the background.

"Is she going to be okay? She looks like she is about to fall asleep," Fernando asked Elena while sitting on a lounge chair.

"She will be just fine, Ophelia could handle alcohol pretty well," Elena replied chuckling.

I threw up on the carpet. Thèodore start to rub my back.

"It is going to be okay, let it out, sweetheart," Thèodore said while holding me close and rubbing my back.

"I hope y'all know that carpet is 20 grand so who is paying for it?" The tattoo artist said while removing the tattoo gun from Trey.

"I'll pay for it. Elena, get my card and swipe it," I replied blinking my eyes trying to regain consciousness.

"You ready to get tatted?" The tattoo artist asked me. I sat down in the chair and looked at him.

"I want my tattoo in white," I said looking at the tattoo artist.

"White? You do know that will need a refresh every one or two years?" The tattoo artist asked me while switching the ink.

"Do the tattoo I showed you and do it neat," I replied while closing my eyes.

Trey whispered to Thèodore: "You think she's single or no?" Trey said laughing. Thèodore punched Trey in the arm.

"Yes, she is too stubborn to settle down; it's Ophelia," Thèodore said chuckling.

"I wonder how her c*m tastes. Probably delightful," Trey said totally off guard.

"She tastes f*****g delicious, like them cupcakes mum used to bake for us when we played outside as kids," Thèodore replied smirking.

"You ate her out already dude!" Trey said staring at Thèodore blankly.

"Yeah," Thèodore replied looking at me.

"How is she not crying or screaming?" Fernando asked while staring at me.

"She could take pain," Elena replied crossing her arms.

"It is done, you can check it out in the mirror," The tattoo artist said while staring at me.

I got up and stood in front of the full body mirror. I got the tattoo on the right side of my waist and in white cursive writing that read 𝒜𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒶 with a white rose leaning onto it. My hand grazed the new tattoo on my skin; it is different but I like different. I walked over to the tattoo artist.

"Do you do piercings?" I asked the tattoo artist.

"Yes, it depends on where. I do not do butt piercings anymore."

"Do you do n****e piercings? But I will come back because I do not want those jerks knowing about it," I replied glancing at them.

"Alright," The tattoo artist said while cleaning up.

I walked out the shop following after them.

"Let us see the tattoo," Trey said basically begging.

"No, the only way anyone ever will see this is if I sleep with them," I said staring at Thèodore.

"Ophelia call us when you get back to wherever you came from, we want to hear from you," Fernando said staring at me.

"I have to go home, I have work in the morning; bye Ophelia, be safe," Trey said while hugging me.

"We will see each other soon Fernando, maybe you should visit Illinois sometime and I'll give you a tour," I said chuckling and pulling away from Trey.

"Yeah, bye Ophelia," They both said while walking away; I stared into their backs until they became shadows and then were no longer in plain sight then I looked at Thèodore.

"Thèodore—" I said before he cut me off with a kiss.

"Elena, I will carry her home; you can go," Thèodore said without even looking at her. He held my hand and we walked to his car.

"Where are we going?" I asked while staring at Thèodore as he opened the passenger seat door for me.

I sat down in the car, and it was a nice one. A Ferrari 488 GTB to be exact. The leather interior inside the car was legendary. He sat down in the driver's seat.

"You are leaving me, petit papillon," He said turning his face to me and putting his hand on my thigh while he squeezed it.

"Thèo, you know what you are doing," I replied staring at him.

"Did you see the Eiffel Tower since you came?" Thèodore asked while focusing on the road as he started to drive. His other hand still squeezing my thigh.

"Yeah, I took Alyssa earlier," I replied while crossing my arms against my chest and crossing my legs.

"Why you moving so much?" Thèodore asked while taking quick glances at me then the road. He uncrossed my legs and his hands went under my dress and touched my panties.

"Water spilled there," I replied staring at the road ahead.

"Liar. I barely touched you, and you are so soaked already," Thèodore replied while chuckling, moving his hand to my neck. He wrapped his hand around my neck and parked the car.

"Look at me Ophelia," Thèodore said gripping my chain with his other hand.

"What," I replied staring at him.

He kissed me hard; he was depriving me of oxygen, his hold on my throat got tighter and he pulled me closer.

"Do not leave," Thèodore muttered against my lips.

"Show me how bad you want me to stay," I replied back muttering against his lips.

"Put these legs on my shoulder." Thèodore slides off my panties breaking the kiss; he positioned himself between my legs.

I moaned trying to cover the rest of my moans with my hand, as my other hand tangled through Thèodore's hair. I started to grind on his face and moan louder.

"Thèo, please stop teasing," I whined and moaned as he began to devour me.

He was a starving man; he ate me out like I was caviar. The way his tongue collided with my wetness caused sensations to go through my body. Then he raised his head a little and looked at me. His eyes are making me wetter. Those ocean blue eyes could put anyone in a trance. He pulled away and sat back up in the driver's seat.

"Why did you—" I said before I was cut off by Thèodore's hand on my mouth.

"Shut up, my mum is calling," Thèodore replied while putting the phone by his ear.

I moved his hand and opened the car door. Thèodore stared at me trying to figure out where I was going.

I closed the car door after the cold air started to get to me. Ugh, I wanted him to touch me. I got up and sat on his lap and started to lay kisses up his neck.

"Thèodore come home, your wife is having pregnancy nausea," Mrs. Montclair's voice rang through the phone.

Thèodore groaned against my neck.

"Can't you deal with it?" Thèodore replied, groaning.

"No, she is your wife and where are you!" Mrs. Montclair barked out through the phone; you could hear the annoyance in her tone.

I slide my hands down to under his shirt and my fingers ran over his abs and his v-line that was noticeable under his shirt.

"Ophelia, behave," Thèodore said.

"You are with Ophelia?" Mrs. Montclair asked, her voice sounded almost worried.

"Yes, we went out for a tea and chat," Thèodore replied while squeezing my thigh.

"Ophelia, darling I hope my son is not stressing you," Mrs. Montclair asked. Thèodore put the phone on speaker so I could hear her clearly.

"Not at all but he is mean though," I replied chuckling.

"Alright dear. Thèodore your wife is pregnant; she needs you by her side, hurry come home," Mrs. Montclair said then she hung up.

Thèodore threw his head back against the headrest.

"You are so gorgeous ; even gorgeous is an understatement. You are like the quiet nature valleys; you have unreal beauty," Thèodore said sliding his hands up and down my waist.

"Why did you drive us to the Eiffel Tower?" I asked while tilting my head.

"Twelfth grade, prom night. A bunch of dudes asked you out but you did not go with any of them. You went by yourself and me, you, Trey and Fernando ran to the Eiffel Tower. When you saw it, your eyes glowed like you had seen heaven and that was the last happy memory we had before you left," Thèodore replied staring at the Eiffel Tower.

"I am going to come back; I want an invitation for your wedding," I replied smiling at him.

"Front row, so I could stare at you the whole time," Thèodore replied chuckling while grabbing my hair, leaning my head back.

"Thèodore whatever you are thinking, do not," I said staring at him serious.

"Let's get matching tattoos," Thèodore replied kissing the corner of my mouth.

"No," I replied kissing him then pulling away.

"Yes," He kissed me back.

Thèodore started to pull his pants down and then his Calvin Klein boxers followed. His length was not normal and he was hard too.

"You are soaking my pants because you do not have on panties," Thèodore said looking at me.

"It's discharge," I muttered.

He lifted me up by my waist and lined his d**k and my hole.

"Why are you so tight?" Thèodore said while pushing his d**k inside of me.

"Ow, that actually hurts, stop," I cried out while burying my face in his neck.

"So you could get a tattoo and not cry but this is causing you to cry." He said pushing it inside me more. "So tight and so mine."

"Stop Thèo, it hurts," I replied crying.

Thèodore pushed it inside me more; I feel it in my stomach.

A bright light would approach the window from an officer's flashlight; I tried to hide my face. The officer knocked on the window glass still shining the light in the car.

"Montclair, this is not a place you have s*x; take the girl home," The officer said as Thèodore rolled down the window.

"Yeah, that all?" Thèodore asked staring at him.

"Who is that? Elle a un beau cul," The officer asked while smirking.

"A friend of mine; is that all Jerry?" Thèodore replied.

I moved off of Thèodore's lap pulling down my dress and sitting in my seat.

"Ophelia Duval, no way. You grew up so much," Jerry replied while staring at me like I was the deer and he was the prey.

"Yeah, I did," I replied while pulling up my panties and Thèodore would buckle his pants.

"I didn't know you became a une travailleuse du sexe," Jerry said while chuckling.

"I am not a s*x worker; is that all Jerry? Because I'm pretty sure you are supposed to be doing your job," I replied staring at him.

"Yeah, dude," Thèodore said putting his hands on the steering wheel.

"Have a safe night," Jerry said while walking away.

"Drive," I muttered and leaned my head back.

A couple of minutes later we somehow ended up in the tattoo shop getting matching tattoos.

"This is insane, and I am like super drunk again," I said keeping my thigh still for the tattoo artist.

"Nobody told you to drink," Thèodore replied muttering in a tone with a hint of annoyance while sliding a hand down his face.

"It makes the pain feel good. The alcohol gives it a hint of excitement," I replied while giggling.

"Why are you giggling?" Thèodore asked while walking up to me to look at me.

"It feels good silly, that is why I am giggling," I replied looking up at him.

"You are drunk, petit papillon," Thèodore sighed while putting a kiss on top of my forehead.

I closed my eyes; I felt myself drifting away.

"Is she awake?" The tattoo artist asked Thèodore while continuing to do my tattoo.

"Let her sleep, continue to do that," Thèodore replied while staring down at me.

A couple of hours later.

My body was laying in a bed, a massive one. It felt different from my bed and the duvet felt different—it felt silky, the one on my bed was fur. I opened my eyes and looked around the room; it wasn't my room, it was bigger than my room. My eyes then fell on the person asleep next to me and it was Thèodore.

My eyes settled on my outfit; I was in a T-shirt and some underwear. Who changed me out of my clothes? I got up out of the bed and went to the bathroom looking down at my thigh. The Eiffel Tower in white was on my right thigh and the writing under it read Angel.

I heard my phone ringing; I went in the room looking for my phone. It was on the nightstand; I picked it up and it was Cleo.

"Cleo what do you want? It is 4 AM in the morning," I said sliding a hand down my face.

"You need to get here as soon as possible; they found footprints at Ryan's murder scene and hair DNA!" Cleo yelled through the phone.

"I didn't lose any hair, I think. Cleo my flight is for 6 AM, I'll be there by 12 PM," I replied frantically while walking in the bathroom.

"If they find out it was your DNA you could go to jail for 20 or more years," Cleo muttered; fear was clear in his tone.

It never occurred to me that I could go to jail for doing a favor to this world. I should be getting an award for taking care of those sick bastards.

"I know, Cleo; do not tell Elena, I do not need her freaking out," I replied, while sighing.

"I won't but I care about you beautiful, just be safe. I'll see you when you arrive," Cleo replied.

"Yeah see you Cleo," I hung up and walked back in the bedroom. I was met with Thèodore sitting up on the bed with his arms crossed above his chest.

"You okay?" Thèodore asked while staring at me tilting his head.

"I'm fine," I replied while wrapping a jacket around me I took off the back of a chair.

"The thing is Ophelia, I do not believe you. So why would you go to jail for 20 years if they find out it was your DNA?" Thèodore said, his gaze turning murderous while he got out of the bed and towered me.

"Thèodore it is none of your business; stop trying to squeeze into my life when it is none of your concern," I replied putting on my heels and grabbing my purse and walking out of the room, running downstairs.

The Montclair Manor is huge and very confusing but I know my way around. I walked to the front door getting stopped by someone clearing their throat.

"Who is that?" Mr. Montclair asked while staring deep in the back of my head which I can tell.

I turned around slowly and his eyes widened.

"Mr. Montclair, Thèodore and I was chatting about something."

"Ophelia I haven't seen you in a while. You have grown into a very beautiful young woman," Mr. Montclair said chuckling.

"Yes sir," I replied.

"Did you meet his fiancé Vanessa?" Mr. Montclair asked.

"Yes I have, she is a gem," I replied.

"I'll catch up with you some other time, I need my nightly water," Mr. Montclair chuckled while walking away.

I walked outside and called an Uber. Outside was freezing like Antarctica. I clutched my jacket tighter. I cannot stay here any longer.

Two hours later

After we said our goodbyes, Alyssa, Elena and me went to the airport. Alyssa was excited to see her mom; she has not stopped jumping yet. As we began to board the plane, Alyssa took the window seat because she wanted to take a video of the outside with her new iPhone I got her for Christmas. She said she wanted a pink iPhone 16 so I bought it.

As the flight began to take off, I opened my laptop on the dashboard in front of me and started to do work. I still had to go over the files for the Valmont deal that we secured four weeks ago.

"Auntie I see Illinois; it is so green and pretty. We are going to your big house and I am going to put all my new toys in my room at your house," Alyssa yelled with a bunch of energy.

"Why don't want to take it to your house?" I replied looking at Alyssa.

"Because I am going to live with you, I do not want to live with mommy," Alyssa said rolling her eyes.

"Why don't want to live with your mom?" I asked.

"She was cheating on dad when he was alive and she is dating the man now. Such a f*****g hoe she is, is she not?" Alyssa said while scrolling on t****k on her phone.

"Okay you can live with me," I replied almost surprised at Alyssa's response. At least she becoming a baddie like her auntie. But still, where did she learn those words?

"Damn," I muttered under my breath, switching my gaze to my laptop.

"I may have gotten Trey's number," Elena said behind me.

"What and why?" I replied sighing.

"He is hot, Lelly; you have hot friends," Elena said smirking.

"Trey is a hoe; he uses girls then throw them away like they are the shells of lobsters," I replied coldly not even bothering to look at Elena.

"We're landing," Alyssa said frantically.

"Yes we are; home sweet home," I replied smiling and packing my laptop in my Birkin and getting up out of my seat.

"The break was fun while it lasted," Elena said sighing.

We got off of the plane and when we walked to the bag conveyor the police came up to us.

"Ophelia Duval, we have to take you in for questioning down at the station. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. If you cannot afford a lawyer one will be provided by the state," the officer said while one putting a handcuff on me.

"What the hell. Elena stay by my place with Lyssa and tell Cleo bring his ass to the police station," I said frantically while they walked me to the police car.

This is not the end. I refuse for it to be the end.