All Chapters of CEO's Darkest Secret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Aron POV "Hey girl, stop there." Jerry asked Sara to stop. "Yes, madam." She turned to face Jerry. "What type of clothes are you wearing?" Jerry looked at Sara from head to toe. "I am sorry. I will change my clothes now." She bowed her head in embarrassment. "Do you think there is a fancy dress competition going on?" Jerry chastised her. "Aron, look at her clothes." She untied the knot on Sara's t-shirt in an attempt to humiliate her. Her t-shirt fell from one side, revealing half half-shoulder. She quickly placed her hand over her shoulder and bolted toward the guest room. I wanted to stop her from making Sara feel bad, but I lacked the bravery to confront Aunt Jerry. It's all my mistake. I didn't intend to hurt her today, but I unintentionally did so. My lust drove me crazy, and I ended up fucking her hard. Although Aunt Jerry stayed with me like a shadow, I still longed to see Sara. My mind froze upon hearing her voice in the backyard. If she catches me red-handed with Sar

Aron POV "Please open the door, Sara." I knocked on her door. "What do you want, Aron?" I can easily understand that she is crying now after hearing her voice. "I want to talk to you." I requested that she open the door. "No, I don't want to talk to you. Go back to your sugar mommy; she must be waiting for you." She sobbed so hard that she hardly got the words out. "Show me your wound, at least." I insisted that she open the door, but she refused to listen to any of my requests. Why didn't she understand my situation? Jerry's cage already holds me captive. She challenged her by disagreeing with her, even though I wanted her to be safe from Jerry. I warned her not to argue with Jerry, but she disregarded me. I'm sure Jerry will now come up with a new method to torment Sara. Jerry won't let me fire Sara from her position, even though I wanted to move her out of there. "Please open the door, Sara." When her sobbing sound stopped coming from inside the room, I became concerned abo

Aron POV "Aaron, I want you to fuck me like this book describes it." She again showed me Sara's erotic book. I don't understand how she reached into my study room and found this book. Why did she never grow tired of fucking, even if her back discomfort required rest? I looked at her with irritation. She doesn't have a tight vagina like Sara, so I don't want to fuck her. My junior felt lost in her vaginal hole. Why does she consider herself a young woman and constantly expect me to satisfy her lustful desires? "Jerry, I don't think it's a good idea to engage in sexual activity right now due to your back discomfort issue. It's time for you to relax." I tried to pretend to be concerned for her because my junior didn't seem interested in having sex with her. I had fucked her five times since the morning, but she didn't seem to be enjoying it. "Don't make excuses, Aaron. After reading this sensual novel, I felt incredibly wet. I want to do all of these BDSM things with you." She gave

Aron POV Oh god, this woman is insane. Has she lost her mind? How could she ask me to pay for her housework, which I didn't even ask her to do? Why did she take Jerry's words so seriously? I'm at a loss for how to respond to her foolish behavior. I wanted to yell at her for her ridiculous price list, but when I noticed her pout, my anger dissipated, and I couldn't help but smile.She needs ten bucks to do laundry. She demanded $15 for cooking food. Seven bucks for house cleaning. In exchange for Jerry's courteous service, she asked for $2. This woman never left a single opportunity to make me wonder about her. I have never come across a pricing list as humorous as this one for housemaid services."So you won't pay me, Aron?" She sobbed again upon seeing me. Oh god, why is she so desperate to earn money by doing housework when I already asked her to join me in my office as an assistant? Did she not want to work with me? I looked at her face to get an idea about what was going on in h

Aron POV "Why are you crying, Sara?" I wanted to burst into laughter upon seeing her terrified expression. I never would have guessed that whisky would make her act like this. She babbled about the pricing list the entire night. Seeing her in the whisky affect my Junior got even harder, and I ended up fucking her for the whole night. I was eagerly looking forward to the morning. I was eager to witness her blush as she realized the foolishness of her actions from the previous night. I teased her even more when she tried to pretend that she didn't remember anything that happened last night. I wanted to see what she thought of me, so I lied to her and told her that she had declared her love for me. But knowing that she merely saw me as a friend and didn't feel anything special for me broke my heart. Why does she not love me the way I love her? I wish I could force her to love me, but unfortunately, love is not something I can obtain by force. "I assure you, Aron—I never lied to you