The Muse Under His Protection

The phone buzzed again with the famous “One of your girls tonight" by Jennie of Black pink playing as the ringtone.Ophelia was about to grab the phone out of her bag on its sixth ring but hesitated as her gaze fell upon the scene unfolding by the roadside.A man on a wheel chair seemed to be targeted by roadside thieves who were attempting to snatch the grocery bags beside him.Ophelia's mind racied as she weighed her options. She was already running late for her job interview but a part of her refused to ignore the disabled man's plight. Though she wasn't a skilled fighter, she was confident in her ability to drive the thieves away using the safety gadgets in her bag.Which she unzipped and heaved a sigh when she realized she hadn't forgotten them.She alighted from the bus she was in at its next bus stop and began sprinting towards the direction she had seen the man in before.The sun was hot and scorching but she didn't mind. Running with her heels was painful but being free and no

The smell of antiseptics filled her nose as Ophelia woke up and groggily took in the sight of her surroundings.“Where am I?" She asked as she opened her eyes,still trying hard to process where she was at and what had happened.She tried standing up,but felt a sharp searing pain from her back, which she had apparently injured during her fall. She winced in pain, clutching her back as a wave of memories flooded her mind. The argument with her father, Jean's betrayal, and the physical altercation that followed - it all came rushing back.A gentle voice interrupted her thoughts. "Welcome back, Ophelia. You're being treated in your room. You've been here for a few days now."Ophelia turned to face the speaker beholding a warm smile on her face as she turned towards her. "What...what happened to me?" Ophelia stammered, trying to piece together the events leading up to her hospitalization.The nurse's expression turned sympathetic. "I was called because you had severe head injury and some

Nathaniel Johnson was known for his cold personality. Introverted and always on his own. His accident five years ago which left him permanently disabled on both feet only heightened this. Believing he wouldn't come as he was ashamed of his condition being seen by people, like he always did before, his brother, Draven had mentioned to him future bride his absence. Not wanting her to feel lonely and expectant of someone who wouldn't show up. However when he heard his voice and they all faced the for to behold him being wheeled into the room by his bodyguard on a wheelchair, he had been taken by surprise seeing him there. For Ophelia, she couldn't stop staring.While Draven had a clean shave, Nathaniel's moustache had been left bushy. She even noticed how Draven had buried his mouth in his hands and laughed to himself. Jeans silent smirks already warned her not to commit the mistake of turning towards her. The venoiois witch wouldn't waste time to add more salt to the wound she wa

"I'm Nathaniel Johnson" he introduced himself again to Ophelia as if that was a fact she already wasn't well aware of. But she still managed to respond with a nod. Not raising her head. "I've heard a lot about you" he added, voice stern and serious. Perhaps that was how he spoke always and related with people. "Hmm" she managed to mutter, not wondering for once where he might have. Newspapers existed. He must have from one of them. Her father was always publishing news about how he picked and raised an abandoned child from the gutters.. Her. So it would be unlikely to ask where he knew about her from when she already knew."I'm Ophelia Sage" she responded to keep the conversation moving. Moving? No, just fo formalities sake. He had just reintroduced himself to her. It was normal and expected of her to do so too. He nodded but she didn't raise her head to see. She couldn't tell if it was fear or her politeness not to let him notice her inner turmoil. But she had already given her

They stepped out and dried themselves off. They discovered that the water had reached their discarded clothes. They were all wet. They laughed and hung them up to dry. The water she had been in had made her a bit sober by now, her attention and focus on the orgasm she had just gotten.He put on a hotel robe and since he couldn't really go anywhere, he sat down on the couch. She pulled on a silk kimono and sat down at the other end. They stared at each other for awhile. Finally she thanked him, not only for the drink, but for saving her and everything. He laughed and thanked her for the same "everything". She smiled back and told him that next time she was away and needed to relax, she'd just go straight to the bar. They both laughed. As she laughed, she brought her legs up, folding them underneath her. As she did so, her robe slid open and he could see her breasts again. They were large, firm, and beautiful. Her nipples were still aroused. He remembered for a second what they looked