"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

"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

"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

"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's point of view,""Aron, I'm going to an important business meeting, so please stay at your aunt's place tonight.""Mom, could you please take me with you since I don't want to go to her place?"I begged my mother to take me along. "Aron, please stop acting like a child. You are thirteen years old now, so act like it."She reprimanded me. "Okay, mom. Please don't send me to her place; I'll stay at home."I disagreed with her. "Aron, what's the problem with going there? I don't get why you dispute every time that I have to bring you along; my sister loves you so much that she meets all of your needs."She gave me a fierce glance. I clasped my teddy bear and bowed down, unable to articulate precisely why I didn't want to go to her place. Or maybe if I tell her the truth, she won't trust me at all. My dad hardly ever came home because he was often on business trips. My mother doesn't have time for me either, because she is too preoccupied with her business. I was eagerly awai