Burned Ass

Sara POV

"Why do you stand there like a statue, girl?" Jerry's irritating voice pierced my ear.

"Yes, madam. Do you need anything?" I questioned her, bowing my head.

"Please come into my room to massage my body." She gave me a fierce glance before going into the room.

Even though I was having trouble standing, I managed my weight and stood up straight. Why was he so terrified of his sugar mommy? Why didn't he tell her that I was taking today off from housekeeping tasks when he had already permitted me to do so?

He didn't even give me a goodbye kiss; instead, he hugged her and headed for his office.

It's not his fault; it's my fault that I easily agreed to follow his orders. Why did he ask me to give Jerry a massage when he knew that I had a problem with her? Despite my desire to tell him no, I relented to his pressure and gave his sugar mommy a massage. Even though I know he has no affection for me, I still get the impression that he does whenever I stare into his eyes.

However