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"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