Expired Chicken

"Aron's point of view,"

"Mr. Finge, here is the report you asked for." My assistant has entered my office.

As usual, she exposed her breasts to me by opening her shirt's top three buttons. Her cleavage usually makes me giddy, but today, it didn't.

Her figure is flawless and can make any man drool over her.

I hired her as my assistant only because of her lovely body, but after seeing Sara's beautiful body, Junior Finge is no longer interested in any other lady.

I just want to feel her pussy's tightness.

I don't know what spell she did on my junior that did not get overcome by her tight walls.

"Would you like anything else, sir?" She gave me a flirtatious glance.

I usually couldn't resist the need to kiss her whenever she visited my office, but today, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

"No, thank you, Selena; you may leave now." Opening the file, I turned my attention back to my work.

"Mr. Finge, are you sure? You don't want anything else?"

I lifted my gaze from the file. She stood in front of me with all of her shirt buttons open.

My junior ought to be captivated by the sight before my eyes; however, much to my dismay, my dick has neither hardened nor even proportionally enlarged. I find the situation really embarrassing. I have never disappointed a lady with my ability to satisfy her desires, especially when confronted with an incredibly alluring view.

What's wrong with my junior finge? Fortunately, she was standing on the opposite side of the table, preventing her from seeing my junior, who had already hidden himself under my pants and covered by my table.

"No thanks, Selena. I do not require anything now." To keep her from even doubting me about my junior's problems—or, perhaps more accurately, his new obsession—I hid my disappointment behind an icy, grim face.

"Ok, sir, in case you need anything, I am just a call away." She exits my room by moving her hips right and left in the air. Her tight skirt visibly exposes her round ass.

Why didn't she seduce me in this way? Why does she always protest me and then run away from me?

Once again, my thoughts turn back to Sara.

Why didn't she ask me what I wanted?

I felt a great desire to view her lovely physique, so I set aside the documents and turned on my house CCTV to find out where she was.

"Oh, so she is still sleeping."

I switched on my bedroom camera and noticed her soundly dozing. I used my workplace phone to dial her number in an attempt to wake her up.

However, she ignored my call. She didn't answer my call; I'm not sure what was going through her mind when she noticed her cell phone.

For her to get my call as soon as she noticed an unfamiliar number on her phone, I called her again, this time using a different number.

"Thank God, Neil, you called me." I was about to open my mouth to talk to her, but I stopped once I heard her. I was enraged when I heard her ex-boyfriend's name from her mouth. How could she still think about him?

To make her fully mine, I even married her, but still, she did not overcome her past lover.

Her having experienced our final night of passionate sex, this is inconceivable; she must put her ex behind her. She could only remember me.

I considered telling her that I was the one calling, not her ex, but after hearing her, I became so enraged that I decided it would be best to hang up. When I could no longer control my anger, I ended the call and violently tossed my phone to the ground, shattering it into multiple pieces.

This woman is not trustworthy. She would undoubtedly try to meet her boyfriend if I hadn't locked her up. I closely observed what she did.

Thank God, after taking a bath, she didn't wear my shirt. I exhaled with satisfaction that she refrained from opening my cupboard. I don't like it when people touch my belongings, so I have to be happy when she doesn't wear my shirt, but I'm not sure why I was dissatisfied with her when she wrapped her body in a duvet.

She hid herself, much like a mummy with her body bound. I was even more enraged with her because she concealed her exquisite white thighs, which I desired to see.

She entered the kitchen and unlocked the refrigerator.

Oh no, there's nothing to eat in the refrigerator. I only visited that house when my junior wanted to use the playroom for some fun. In the house, no woman stayed for too long. I never noticed them in the kitchen because they left early in the morning before anyone else woke up.

She must have felt hungry after such a hard fuck. I need to get her something to eat.

However, why would I feed her while she is still mourning over her former partner? Allow her to go without food for the entire day so she may see what I am capable of doing to her.

She proceeded to the main door, but upon seeing it locked from the outside, she turned around. It's beneficial for her because she will now realize that she is a prisoner in my home and that leaving me is a difficult task.

What caused her to devour like a ravenous beast? She has previously had omelets and is now preparing rice to eat.

Was she so ravenous after my hard fucking? She pulled the chilled chicken from the refrigerator and served it over rice.

Oh no, that was expired chicken.

She was acting eerily, meandering around the house. I can tell from the way she walks that she struggles to maintain her equilibrium.

What happened to her?

I don't see any signs that she has alcoholic beverages with her meal. Then why is she in a deep, inebriated state?

After entering my study room, she opened my laptop. In the morning, I asked her to send me a new chapter of her ongoing erotic narrative so I could try her new fantasy on her tonight. I also wanted to know how she felt about sex and what new fantasy she planned to put in her story.

However, she abruptly passed out of her chair and collapsed while she attempted to type something on my laptop.

"Please open your eyes." When I saw her faint on my LED screen, I yelled.

What suddenly happened to her?

I have to go see her right away. I hurried to my car after grabbing my coat off of my chair.