All Chapters of Hey Little Songbird: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ophelia nodded her head to the music, mouthing every word, her hair rippling in the breeze, her hand out the window. Adrian glanced at her, smiling to himself. So this was what she was like? Heh. It was nice. 

"I met him...when the sun was down," she said with a softly smile. "The bar was closed...we both had had no sleep." She whispered. He watched her closely. "And he sang a soft song to me, and I fell in love."

"Are you going to take advantage of me, sir?" He cleared his throat. "No. I'll get the door for you." She waited patiently, and he opened her door taking out his keys out. 

She woke up in the middle of his large bed. She got up, taking a shower. She grabbed a white towel wondering about the very large house until she found it.  The bathroom was well stocked, with unopened toiletries. She smiled. Very like him. His room. It just screamed him. 

Adrian was confused. It wasn't as it he wasn't used to women trying to seduce him for various reasons. Something about her was different though. Dangerous. Because she didn't have an ulterior motive. It wasn't easily remedied. He couldn't throw money, or satisfy her curiosity.

Ophelia stayed at his Adrian's house for the rest of the day. "Are you going home," Adrian asked. She shook her head. "Do you have something I can wear?" 

Ophelia stayed asleep until the morning. Adrian stood over her as she slept. He smiled. She was beautiful. Tall and relatively thin. She looked very graceful. Long legs and arms, a long graceful neck. Perfect for diamonds. Perfect for kissing. Large brown eyes. Long lashes, and brown skin. Such a beautiful color, rich

Eric looked up at the large house. He frowned. Was this right? It had to be. He knocked on the door.  

Adrian glanced at Ophelia. She sighed.  "Adrian I want you to be with me," she said. She stood in nothing but his shirt as always. She always demanded he take the shirt off he was wearing so she could put it on.

He stood over her, as she held her head.  "Sir? What's going—" She looked down at her hand. "Whats this?"