"Sara's point of view,""I think those clothes will be perfect for you, Miss Grace."He was laughing over the phone. How could he possibly give me this type of dress? Does he see a bear in me? I took a deep breath out to try to calm down, but when I saw the bear dress in front of me, I lost control of my rage. What does he think of himself? "Alright, I got you another package with a different dress in it, so if you're not satisfied with this one, you can just look at the other one." To find out what was inside the second box, I opened it. "Aron, how dare you?" I peered at the panty and red-laced bra. My face heated as I imagined myself in seductive lingerie. Looking back on the time when his piercing stare made my stomach turn with nerves. "So, Miss Grace, do you like this dress, haha?" As if he were watching me from concealed cameras, I covered my face with my palm to conceal the flush that came with seeing that lingerie. "Shy woman." He grinned over the phone. "Aron, I don
"Aron's point of view,"Oh, this woman. I'm not sure what spell she cast on me that I can't break free from her thoughts. I have no idea how much time I spent conversing with her. Our phone conversation entertained me so much that I completely forgot I was in my office and had work to do. I checked the duration of the call by looking at my phone. Oh my god, I spoke with her for three hours. How could this even be possible? I haven't talked to anyone over the phone for a long time. For a whole three hours, I skipped out on any kind of business meeting. A grin appeared on my face as I recalled our talk. Every time I broached the topic of sex with her, she always responded with a shocked expression. Since I've already fucked her many times, there is nothing new between us, so I don't understand why she still acts so shy around me. No matter how long we talk, I never get tired of hearing her hilarious stories. Sara is different from other women in that she piques my interest beyond
"Sara's point of view,""What happened to you, Sara?"He looked at me, removing my palm from my face. "I don't want to talk to you."Fleeing to the restroom, I yanked his hand. I have no idea why, but I felt like crying uncontrollably. It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to hold back my tears, but I'm afraid he'll tease me if I do. Before now, I had never tasted or even sipped whisky. He made me gulp down the whisky, even though I wanted to say no to him. In reality, it tastes bitter. I drank whisky, and now my head is spinning. Now I want to throw up. "Why are you crying?" He followed me into the restroom. "My dad mistreated me horribly. You know, when I was a child, he abandoned me and my mother."I wanted to kick him out of the restroom because I didn't want to show him my vulnerable side, and I wanted to vomit peacefully, but I struggled to maintain my body weight. I felt secure in his arms as he led me to the sink. Closing my eyes, I threw up the entire whisky. His
"Aron's point of view,""Aron, you did very wrong with me. Why did you make me drink whisky? Now I can't control myself."She put her lips on mine in a whisper. "That's what I want, Sara. I want to make you lose control."I squeezed her neck and gave her a tender kiss to stop her crying. Even though she told me she enjoyed my tender touch, her passionate kiss caught me off guard. What had suddenly happened to her? I had the impression that she was controlling me throughout this kiss. She was passionately embracing my lips as if this kiss were vital to her very existence. I was preoccupied with her kiss and failed to notice that she had unbuttoned my shirt. Her fingers ran over my torso, causing electricity to surge through my body. I had planned to fuck her in the playroom, but when I saw her inebriated, I dropped the plan. She repeatedly sobbed in front of me and begged me to release her. Something prickled in my chest today, though, as I saw her eyes well up with tears. Her p
"Sara's point of view,""Sara, good morning." Upon opening my eyes, I noticed his wide smile. What's wrong with him? Why does he look so happy in the morning? I glanced at him, incredulous. His feet were warm against my thigh. I felt his hand on my waist. What is happening? Where are my clothes? According to my memory, I wore beer pajamas. No, don't tell me he ripped my pajamas too. I looked down to see. Red lingerie?Seeing myself in a red bra and panties made my face flush. How can I sleep with him in only this? What happened between us last night? I tried to remember. How could I have done this? What will he think of me now? "Can we do it again, Sara?" The look on his cheeky face tells me he's mocking me about last night. "Don't think about it." Before he could reach for my vagina, I held his hand in the air. "Don't forget that you made me kiss your pussy last night," he spoke softly in my ear. Why can't I keep myself in check? I've got to put up with this monste
"Aron's point of view,""Selena, did you send the advance salary to the account I instructed you to credit?" When I got some free time after work, my thoughts always returned to Sara. My day was so hectic that I forgot to think of her. "Yes, Mr. Finge, the accounting department has credited the salary." Looking at me, she grinned. "Mr. Finge, is there anything else you need?" She cast a hopeful glance at me. "No, please leave; I don't want anything." I dashed her hopes of satisfying the sensual cravings that were developing in her eyes. Why hadn't Sara asked me what I wanted? Why is she always in the mood to fight with me? A smile appeared on my face as my thoughts returned to the events from the previous night. It was worthwhile to pursue my idea. I was better off drinking her whisky, but I was also drawn to her vulnerable side. For some reason, I felt an overwhelming need to care for her. I behaved differently when I was around her. I don't know why I can't treat her the sam
"Sara's point of view,"Oh crap, it's already too late. He has returned home. What should I say to him now? Is he going to ask him where I have been? I glanced at the screen on my phone. I saw that he had sent four texts and missed twelve calls. Oh God, please protect me from this man's fury. I didn't want him to see his angry side. I pleaded with God before taking the cab to Finge Mansion. I spent the entire time mentally formulating an excuse to tell him. But wait, why do I have to lie to him? I visited my mother in the hospital, so I don't think I have anything to conceal. After all, he can not prevent me from seeing my mother. And what, exactly, is my fault? He didn't have time to listen to me in the morning. Before leaving his residence, I called his office number five times, but he didn't answer. Upon my fifth attempt to reach his office, his assistant answered and informed me that Mr. Finge was now extremely busy and unable to speak to anyone. I could infer from her a
"Aron's point of view,""Let me go, Aron, please. I did not go there to meet him."She attempted to break free from my grip. "Did you think I am a fool, Miss Grace?" I don't understand how she could lie to me without any qualms after I witnessed her having a romance with her ex-boyfriend. I never thought she could lie with such confidence. She not only lied to me but also planned to make me a fool by returning home before my arrival. She is an extremely cunning woman. I already informed her that I hate to share my things with anyone, so she went to meet him secretly. Now she has to pay a price for her mistake. With her back to me, I threw her onto the leather bed and bound her wrists and legs to a bar that was securely fastened to the bed. How dare she dress so seductively? She had trouble wearing short dresses in front of me, but she went to meet her boyfriend in a seductive short dress. I now understand her desire for her advance salary, as it would allow her to spend her mo
Aron POV "Jerry?" I gave her a confused look. "Yes, she is Jerry's reincarnation." She nodded when she saw me. I agreed to give my daughter the name Jerry. I never thought hearing her pregnancy news would fill her with excitement. I thanked God for bringing her life to a normal pace since I couldn't afford to lose her. While we all mourned Jerry's passing, Jerry’s loss deeply affected her. My parents were overjoyed to see their little angel. I am grateful that Sara chose not to abort this child and instead allowed all of us to embrace this beautiful little angel. I have never experienced such a wonderful feeling before. I used to touch women to sate my hunger, but once I embraced my daughter, I realized that women are far more valuable to men than lust. Becoming a father filled me with a sense of responsibility, dedication, and respect for Sara even more. Even a month after my wife's delivery, I took care of her everyday requirements and restrained my need to touch her delicate
Sara POV "What have you just said?" I gave him a startled look. "Sara, I am sorry; please don't be angry. I'm not sure how or when, but trust me—it's not a mistake on my part." He nervously twiddles his fingers. "Tell me what you just said, Aaron." I asked him to repeat it. "You're expecting a child, Sara." He showed me the test results. "Is it true?" I raised my brow at him. "Yes." He gave a nod. "Thank you, God; I knew it; you can not stay away from me for a long time. She is coming, Aaron, just like she promised us before she passed away." I hugged him happily. He was surprised by my response when he learned I was pregnant. The void she left in my life was gnawing at me, so I pleaded to God day and night to get Jerry back. She took my death, so I drowned in guilt every day. Since her passing, I've spent the past few months locked up in my room, feeling completely cut off from everything. I spent my hours looking at the oak trees. I was amazed at this tree's rapid growth in
Aron POV "Jerry, open your eyes." After hitting Uncle Joe with a stone until he stopped breathing, I went back to Jerry. Uncle Joe stabbed a sharp piece of wood through her breast. She was struggling to breathe with her eyes closed. Jerry's blood stains Sara's white towel. Uncle Joe's blood is everywhere on my face. "You did a great job killing this monster, Aron." She was having trouble breathing. "Jerry, you will be all right." Sara looked at her with tear-filled eyes. "We've got to take her to the doctor." Sara asked me to take Jerry to the hospital. "You are right."Jerry asked me to stay here with her, holding my hand as I attempted to get up to go to the hospital. "Aaron, don't waste time. I have very little time, and I want to spend my last time with you." She attempted to communicate through her heavy breathing. "Sara, please sit here with me." She looked at Sara with tear-filled eyes. "I am sorry, Sara; please forgive me. You've had to endure all of this because of m
Sara POV His repulsive touch makes me sick to my stomach. I can't get out of here, even though I want to shove him away. I closed my eyes to surrender in front of my fate. He kissed me so hard that my lips swelled. My tears stopped flowing from my eyes. My body went numb, and I no longer felt the sensation of his hand moving. He forced me to lick his finger before inserting it into my vagina. He took hold of my hair and made me open my mouth. I opened my eyes and looked at his face. "Doll, don't glare at me; lick my finger." His eyes stared at my face with lust. My heart is filled with anger for him. I needed to open my mouth to lick his finger as he pulled my hair so tightly. He was moving his finger in and out of my mouth. I used all my effort to bite him, pressing his finger under my teeth. "You witch… I can't believe you bit my finger." He slapped me in the face. His strong slap on my face left my ear numb. "I thought to play with your body a little bit before fucking you, bu
Aron POV "Where are you, Sara?" I searched the entire house, but I could not locate her. I noticed the kitchenware scattered over the floor when I tried to prepare her for some herbal tea to help with her fever. I completely forgot to close the windows before rushing out the door to fetch the ingredients for the herbal tea. If I knew there would be a severe storm today, I would have taken extra precautions to lock all the windows. After making herbal tea, I walked into her room to wake her but was surprised to find her not in bed. "Where could she go now?" I looked all over the terrace, the garden, and the restroom for her, but I couldn't find her. Where can she go when she's so feeble, especially during such inclement weather? Now I'm concerned about her. Suddenly, my heart feels so heavy. I feel like something bad will happen. I heard a knocking sound on the door, so I ran towards the hall in hopes of finding Sara there, but I was surprised to see Jerry standing in front of me.
Sara POV "Aaron, I need water." My throat dried up, and my lips trembled for water. I tried to open my eyes, but thick stones covered my eyelids. My entire body hurts. All of my bones feel broken. My head is really heavy. I feel as though someone has placed my body on a frozen surface. My body feels so cold. "I need water."When I didn't hear a sound, I tried to move my hand to get the water mug from my side table. I didn't find a water mug on the side table, so I hardly opened my eyes. "Where are you, Aaron?" I tried to shout to call him here, but because of my weak body, my voice felt like a whisper to me. I had to get out of bed and head to the kitchen because I was so thirsty. I gathered all my remaining strength and went to the kitchen. I feel a strange suffocation today. Besides the pain, I have a terrible feeling that something awful is about to happen. Icy wind and dark clouds covered the environment. I filled the glass with water so I could sip. Why did Aron open all the
Aron POV What happened to her? I had never seen her so terrified before. She only got so scared when she had panic attacks, remembering her uncle Joe, so why was she afraid so suddenly today? She keeps saying that someone on this island is always watching us and following us around. Why is she feeling that way? Did she have some kind of mental illness? I don't think she has any problems. Her mind seems to be in good health. Then why is she making jokes about Uncle Joe's passing with me? I saw that man just one month ago, and he seems healthy and fine. When he saw me outside Sara's house, why did he flee? Before I could inform her about the incident, she made fun of me and said that she had killed Uncle Joe. Aron, please come inside the house. What are you doing there? Her voice interrupted my internal conversation. I took the dried, red-painted wooden piece and considered using it to further tease her. When I touched the wood, it held my fingerprints. How on earth is it possible t
Sara POV "W..who..which men are you talking about?" My tongue stammered when I questioned him. "I recognized a man from your old album. I mistakenly believed it to be your Uncle Joe because he was standing directly behind you while you were cutting the cake." He stared directly into my face. Should I tell him the truth now? I am afraid of what he will think of me after knowing the truth. "Sara, why are you quiet?" His voice burst my mental bubble. "Ye..yes." I nodded my head. "What will you do, Aron, if you discover that I killed someone?" I glared fearfully at him. "Sara, what kind of joke is this?" He burst out laughing. "How could you murder a man when you can't even kill a mosquito?" He laughed so hard that he wiped away his tears. "But I did kill Uncle Joe by accident." I tell him the truth. "I did assassinate Queen Victoria, too." He laughed at me. Now, how should I make him believe in me? He didn't take my word seriously. If I told him that I saw Uncle Joe's ghost ev
Aron POV "Aron, please check your phone network." She asked me to check my phone. "Oh yes, I completely forgot about that." I retrieved my phone from my bag and checked the phone network. "Now it functions." "Please call Jerry and ask her to send some clothes for me." She asked me to call Jerry's phone number. "However, it is now three in the morning." I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "So what? We are in such a remote area with no phone network, so it's better to tell her now before the phone network disappears." She gestured for me to press the dial button. "OK, my dear wife." I dialed Jerry's number on her behalf. "What do you want? How could you call me at such an early hour? Where is your wife?" After calling, she became irate with me for interfering with her sleep. "I apologize, Jerry. Sara asked you to send her some clothes because she was having problems with the bikinis you had selected." Her tone of anger made me laugh. "You called me at such an early hour just