"Sara's point of view,"Why did his face turn pale upon hearing her name? The mere mention of Aunt Jerry's name filled him with fear. Did he also have a difficult childhood, like me? No, I'm overly emotional at the moment. Do you truly think that this wealthy, charismatic, and well-mannered man had a troubled past? Why do you believe he had any trouble when he changed women more than he changed clothes? Don't waste any more mental energy on Aaron Finge. Leave your speculative thoughts for your stories. My subconscious urged me to refrain from making assumptions about him. Despite my best efforts to remember the hurt he caused me, I couldn't help but wonder about his childhood. Is it appropriate to inquire about his early years? No, that's not a good plan. Since you are merely his sexual partner, it is best if you don't get too involved with him. "Sara, I want to meet you again."I had just finished washing the dishes and was heading out of the kitchen when I saw Neil's message
"Aron's point of view,""Aaron, I would rather not see your face ever again. How on earth did you rape your aunt?" "Dad, that's not true; she's just trying to trick you. Please trust me." I beg him to put his faith in me. "It's disgusting; I never expected this from you, I don't want to see your filthy face again." In my father's icy gaze, a fire of animosity burned. "Why did you lie to him?" I confronted Aunt Jerry about her deception."Aron, I don't want to share you with anyone. I have to play this drama in front of your dad because he wants to take you abroad. Now he will not take you with him, and you have no other place to hide your face except me." She chuckled evilly. I could hear her evil laugh ringing in my head."No, please don't do this to me." She was pulling me into the darkness, and I felt her firm hold on my hand. I attempted to break free from her grip, but it was so tight that I pulled myself into the darkness as my feet slipped on the ground. "I don't want to
"Sara's POV,""Aaron, your coffee."I handed him his regular mug in greeting. Compared to the previous night, I sensed a fresh change. He showed me a side I had never seen before. He became friendly with me. In his presence, I was able to express myself freely."What are your plans for today, Sara?" He took a sip of his coffee and met my eyes directly. He had never looked with such intensity. Though I couldn't detect lust in his eyes, he was staring at me differently than usual."I have nothing planned; I plan to spend the day alone." I smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to do when stranded at home alone for two days without any creative spark. Writing is the one activity that keeps me engaged; without it, I have no idea what I will do."Sara, what made you decide to write sexual novels?" He earnestly asked me.Why does he seem to care so much about my life? Rather than asking him about the reason behind his sudden interest in me, I felt it would be a good idea to share my journey to
"Aron's POV,""Thank you, Sara, for such a lovely breakfast." The first bite of the pancakes brought a flood of childhood memories of the mornings when my grandma would make me my favorite breakfast. Since she is so similar to my grandma, I sometimes wonder if she has ever met her. "Aron, please allow me to use your backyard." She twitched her fingers nervously."What are you going to do in the backyard?" I raised my eyebrow at her, curious."I’m not sure yet, but I felt tranquil under the oak tree." Why is she staring so hard at her plate, as though it’s trying to communicate with her?"All right, you’re free to use my backyard and do whatever you want inside this house, but please don’t try to flee without my permission.""All right." She nodded and then lost herself in her thoughts. She possesses a wealth of hidden truths. My understanding of her life is limited to its surface, leaving me unaware of its depths, like the surface of an iceberg. To learn more about her, I must rere
Sara POV "God, please save me. I do not want to break my hands and legs."I clung to the beach, trying to catch the lantern before it fell to the ground, but the drum I was standing on lost its balance as I was trying to hang it from an oak tree branch. My arms hurt. It became too much for me to bear. The constant rubbing with the oak branch was already making my palm burn. I wished someone could come to my aid to prevent my fall. I could not take the pain in my arms any longer, so I closed my eyes out of dread of falling. Instead of the sound of my thud and the pain in my body that I had anticipated, I felt strong arms encircling me to keep me from falling."What are you doing here, Aron?" For the first time, I firmly gripped his shoulder. His arms made me feel secure. Otherwise, he would grab hold of me and hurl me onto his bed."Sara, could you please explain to me what you are doing up on the oak tree?" He raised his brow at me."I was attempting to hang the lantern over there."
Aron's POV"Aron, what are you doing?"To get the water out of my hair, I shake my head. She closed her eyes as she felt moisture on her face. "Sara, it was amazing to bathe in the rain."When I was a kid, I used to love looking out my window in the rain. I've always wanted to bathe in the rain. "Thanks to you, I was able to take a cool bath in the rain." I embraced her with joy. "Stop soaking my garments with your body, Aron; I've already changed." She attempted to break free from my hug. "Sara, please stop being so rude. You can change into new clothes." I embraced her even closer. "If you don't want to catch cold, you should probably change out of your wet clothes as well." She used a towel to dry her damp hair. "See, I told you." She shrugged her shoulders in response to my sneeze. I took off my drenched clothes and peered out my room's big glass window. Since it was still raining, I opened the window and reached out to touch a drop of rain with my fingertips. It's the most
Sara POV "How come you're so tough on me?"I begged him not to undress me like that again. Why he's so aggressive when we're together is a mystery to me. I tried to be gentle with him, but he treated me like a football. After relentless work in the backyard, my body was already in pain. My fear of embarrassment prevents me from telling him that I also want a massage. I lack his level of brazenness. He must be crazy to want me to massage every inch of his body. A flush spread over my cheeks as I listened to his strange request, but I was bound to comply with our agreement, so I started gently massaging his back. Seeing his broad back made my face flush. He is quite physically strong. I attempted to relieve his back discomfort by applying pressure to specific acupressure sites after seeing a video of the technique on YouTube. I had no qualms about massaging his back as he lay with his eyes closed and his back to me. While I massaged his back, he was not watching my expression. I en
Aron POV"Do you forget about your aunt, Aron?" She started taunting me as soon as I got to her place. "It's not like that, aunt. I was occupied with work." I wiped off the sweat from my forehead. "I see that you've decided to stop answering my calls and focus solely on your work." She approached me, focusing her gaze on me. My heart raced with every stride she took toward me. I didn't want to meet her. Ignoring her call was my strategy, but I fell into her trap when she contacted me from an unknown number. When she requested that I come to see her right away at her place, I was unable to refuse. "Aron, why I smell a woman's perfume around you?" She sniffed at my clothes, then exhaled a hot breath on my neck. "No, Aunty; I was seeking relief from physical discomfort through a massage." I told her why my body was giving off a strong female aroma. "Are you certain that you just received a message from that woman?" She touched my dick above my pants. I was repulsed by her touch; n