Sara POV "Sara, why did you pull out that drawer without asking me to?" He yelled at me in response to my question. "Don't try to get involved in my life; you know very well why I married you, so please respect my boundaries." I was afraid of his loud voice. "Aron, please don't yell at me; I didn't touch this drawer intentionally." I'm still struggling to get over my panic attack from last night, and his harsh tone is making things worse. I mistakenly believed that we could at least be friends after noticing his soft side in the morning, but this monster is not deserving of my compassion or empathy. "Sara, lock the drawer right away." He gave me the chills with his harsh comments, and I shut the drawer the second he spoke. "Aron, I apologize and promise not to touch your belongings again."After wiping away my tears, I ended the call. Why did he show concern for me in the morning when his only perception of me was as a sexual object? I jumped out of bed and left his room straig
Aron POV "Mr. Finge, I've already called the number you provided. But she said it was the wrong number. She didn’t know any Authoress Naughty."The owner of the publishing house appears remorseful for not finding the book. "It’s okay; I appreciate your assistance. Get in touch with me if you know anything regarding that book. I promise that if you give me that book, I’ll fund your publishing company so you can relaunch it." I encouraged her to find that book for me by offering money. "Sure, Mr. Finge." My insatiable curiosity won’t let me relax. To uncover Uncle Joe’s secret, I must find that book as soon as possible. But how could I be so careless? If she discovers my secret to having these tablets, then how will I face her? She’ll assume I’m more efficient during our sex time because I take these drugs. Fortunately, she put the tablets in the drawer when she heard my stern remarks. However, my nasty remarks hurt her. My heart ached to see her sobbing on the CCTV screen. I inde
Sara POV His sudden offer of friendship surprised me. Now, what should I do? Looking at his face, I tried to read what was going through his mind. I doubt that he understands what friendship truly entails. My subconscious declined his offer of friendship. But when I looked into his eyes, I sensed a sincere offer. Would you please allow him to prove his friendship to you? Being an empath is difficult; even with monsters, my heart always recognizes the good in them. No, don't forget what he did to you; how could you be friends with him? Out of pure lust, he smashed your dreams and wrecked your life. Given that he has no concept of emotions, why expect him to feel for you? If you want to hurt yourself again, you can accept his offer. My subconscious is telling me not to accept his offer of friendship. However, his request was sincere. The hollowness in his eyes is obvious to me. A sympathetic ear might be helpful for him. Once again, my emotions tried to sway my decision. Avoid be
Aron POV "Only then can I accept your friendship, Aron, if you tell me why you need these injections and medications."Every night, her words still echo in my ears. It has already been a month since that incident. I never thought she would demand something of me in exchange for accepting my friendship offer. I had planned to share all the details of my past agony with her if she accepted my friendship, but her attempts to negotiate my proposal led me to discard the idea.She was the first woman in my life with whom my heart had agreed to be friends; until that moment, I had never asked anyone to be my friend. For the first time in my life, a woman rejected me. It shattered my heart and bruised my pride. Without telling her about my heartbreak, I left that room right away. Perhaps she didn't want me to be a friend in her life. Despite my assurances that she could rely on me for her past, she didn't think I was reliable. Perhaps it's all my fault since I thought she would be a kind
Sara POV "My princess, what are you doing alone in this house? You should play with me at home." He nudged the door open to allow himself to walk in. "Uncle, please leave; I'm alone in the house." He pushed inside, ignoring my attempts to shut the door. "Sara, my beautiful doll, you look so hot in this dress," he said, flicking his fingers along my thigh and grasping me firmly around the waist. "Uncle, please don't touch me," I pleaded, feeling disgusted by his rough grip. Following that evening, he never failed to take advantage of the opportunity to massage my intimate region or caress my breast. He took advantage of my fear and silence. He entered my home and led me out to the terrace so he could touch my private parts. Since it was the rainy season, I could readily associate my horrible recollections with the rain, and every time it rained, my painful past would pull me back to my early years.It is raining too heavily today. I hid myself in the tree house's corner after clo
Aron POV "Sara, I longed for your presence."My junior hardened as he sensed her closeness. Despite the torment my penis had endured, I tried to be gentle with her, understanding the pain of someone torturing our bodies. My lust drove me insane. I tenderly kissed her lips, and she returned the gesture with equal intensity, as though she was yearning for my touch, desperately wanting to feel her grasp on my back. Lying on her body felt like falling asleep on a soft bed. My junior was excited to open her constricted vagina, but when I rested my head on her chest, I felt more at peace. Her heartbeat was so comforting. I fell asleep as she ran her fingers through my hair.In the morning, I found myself still dozing off on her body. How come she didn't shove me away? How was she able to fall asleep with my bulky body resting on top of hers? I gazed upon her beautiful face, a look of contentment crossing it. I'm not sure why, but I couldn't help but kiss her forehead. Last night, I was a
Sara POV I'm thrilled that he agreed to join me for breakfast. I can now get a chance to ask him for permission to leave the house. "Did you prepare all of this?" He turned to face me after taking a glance at the food that was on the table. "Yes, don't you like it?" With eyes full of horror, I gazed at him. I suspect that he wasn't at all interested in eating my hand-made food, given that he hasn't had any of my cooked meals for the past two months. "No, it's not like that; in fact, I'm curious as to how you manage to prepare so many things quickly."Was he complimenting my cooking abilities, or did he doubt them? I glanced at him, half-surprised, half-confusion. Rather than questioning him, I silently placed food on his plate, even though I wanted to ask him why he hadn't eaten my cooked supper for the past two months. "Sara, have you ever tried to become a doctor?" I could tell by the expression on his face that he was attempting to hide his smile. "Yes, I have always wanted
Aron POV What's wrong with me? Every time I met her gaze, I felt compelled to kiss her forehead. When I'm around her, I always feel like someone else instead of Aaron Finge. I'd never talked so easily with someone before, but I felt at ease and became a chatterbox around her. Husband? How could I possibly ask her to introduce me as her spouse to her mother? I don't believe that marriage and all its associated complexities are real. I'm not even sure what love is. Every relationship is exclusively based on benefits, in my opinion. Men marry because they desire a lady they can own, and women marry because they need their husbands to provide for their families and finances. They broke up with one another when they could no longer meet each other's needs. I don't understand. What's the point of getting married then? But hold on, why did I marry Sara? My subconscious questioned me. I married her only to satisfy my lust. I'm not interested in starting a family with her. I made my poi