Sara POV "Sara, what is this?" He looked at me with disappointment as I emerged from the washroom. "Aaron, what happened?" I looked at him with a mischievous smile. "I mistakenly believed you to be a writer, but you're a fashion designer." I burst out laughing upon hearing his taunt. "You are aware, Aron, that I dislike short skirts, especially bikinis, so how did you think I would wander the beaches wearing nothing but a bikini?" I expressed my concerns to him. But "Sara, what's the big deal about wearing a bikini in front of me when we're the only people on this island?"Now, what should I tell him? With his hot stare lingering over my body, I felt nervous. "It appears that my physique is the only thing attracting you, Aaron." I purposefully made fun of him so he would tell me that he loved me more than just my appearance. I love the way he explains his feelings to me. "You already know, Sara, that I adore your soul as much as your physique, but I also truly enjoy seeing you
Aron POV "Aaron, are you sure you don't want to talk to me?" She came behind me to another room. To ignore her, I came to this room. I won't engage in conversation until she expresses her feelings towards me, so I haven't turned my gaze towards her yet. She had already made fun of me by not telling me about her feelings, even after promising me that she would tell me how she feels about having sex with me. She had already mocked me by hiding her bikini under my shirt and covering her thigh with a towel. "So, my dear husband, you will not talk to me?" She stood behind me and wrapped her hands around my neck. It was entertaining to watch her try to convince me. However, I made a deliberate choice not to stare at her. I felt something cold on my neck and leaped to my feet. I placed my hand on my neck to examine the substance she had applied. "What are you doing?" When she smeared ice cream on my neck, I turned to stare at her, bewildered. "Please don't be upset, my beloved husband.
Sara POV "Please let me go, Aaron. I am worn out now." His intense fucking caused my throat to dry up. "Not now. You teased me a lot, so now it's my turn to punish you for teasing me." He firmly grasped my hair and gave me a powerful shove with his dick. "Please, Aron." I curled up on my toes, ready for an orgasm from his steadfast fucking. "Oh, so I have to stop now?" He stopped thrusting inside me in the middle. "No, I didn't mean to say that." I gave a headshake. "Oh, so you want me to continue?" Seeing his mischievous smile, I got the impression that he was deliberately teasing me. "Aaron, that's not fair. You can not tease me in such a situation." I looked at him angrily. "Okay, admit it—you want me to fuck you." He enjoyed teasing me. "Yes, I want you to fuck me hard." I nodded my head and closed my eyes. "Why did you close your eyes, Mrs. Finge?" Before sealing my lips, he pressed his dick deep inside me. "My shy wife." He released his sperm inside me and laid down o
Aron POV "Please leave me; I didn't kill you deliberately; it was a mistake." In her sleep, Sara shouted suddenly. Sweat drenched her body, causing it to shake violently. "Sara, what happened?" To wake her up, I opened my eyes and shook her shoulder. "He is here; he will kill me." She opened her eyes, terrified them, and sat up straight on the bed. "Who will kill you?" I looked at her in confusion. I noticed an increase in her panic attacks over the past few days. Whom is she exactly afraid of? "I don't want to live here, Aron. Let's go home; he's watching us." She sobbed out loudly. "No one else is on this island except us, Sara; don't worry when I'm here." I kissed her forehead. "Aron, I'd like to go to my room. I don't want to sleep here." She requested that I go inside the house. "OK, let's go." I held her hand and walked towards the house. It's already about morning, so birds begin to chirp. When we reach the house, the sun rises behind the ocean, and the dark sky is fi
Sara POV I felt so peaceful, seeking the mesmerizing view in front of my eyes. The wide sky was filled with twinkling stars and a shining moon. From the top of the mountain, where we are standing, the sea waves appear to be covering a blue bed sheet. I had trouble finding our house by the seashore at night. From this height, there was just one tiny light visible. This mountain's elevation is 4967 meters. I can not believe in myself that I climbed to this height. I feel as though I'm sitting at Mount Everest right now. I am so proud of myself for my little achievement. I faced so many difficulties while climbing the mountain. My feet are swelling, and after twelve hours of nonstop walking, my back hurts. Our bodies are freezing from the chilly breeze. I would have brought some warm clothing if I had known that the temperature at the top of the mountain was so low. To keep our bodies warm, we have only a few woods. We cooked noodles and pitched our tent. On Instagram, I saw that eati
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
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 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