His Fancy Maid

"Sara's point of view,"

"What are you doing?" The sensation of his harsh touch on my body made me open my eyes.

"I'm not doing anything, as you may be thinking, so calm down. I'm simply making you wear a good dress."

I heard him and glanced down at my body.

Oh, so this beast purchases new outfits for me? However, why is the dress very transparent and short? Wearing a short, obscene garment that doesn't adequately cover my body is pointless.

"I don't want to wear this dress, Aaron. With a blanket covering my body, I feel cozy."

Excruciating physical pain forced me to lie back down when I attempted to get out of bed.

"Miss Grace, you should rest because you have a fever." He draped a duvet over my body.

He is the sole one responsible for all of my problems in life, so why is he so worried about me?

"You are the only one who causes problems in my life, Aron; therefore, you don't need to act like you care about me."

Suddenly, I remembered how he had abandoned me by leaving me alone in his home.

"Miss Grace, stop blaming me for your mistakes. Your prolonged shower time caused your body temperature to rise. Oh really?"

"Are you a doctor or a billionaire CEO?" He is fully cognizant of the detrimental impact his three intense fucks in a single night had had on my health; therefore, it is incomprehensible how he could rationalize my fever.

"Anyone can guess what caused your fever based on the hard manner in which you rubbed yourself with water to remove my touch and hickey marks."

He had nothing to do with my health problems, so he sat next to the bed and gave me a dejected look in response.

"Wait, how did you know that I rubbed my body in the shower?"

I regarded him suspiciously.

This man is not trustworthy.

His confidence instills in me the suspicion that his home is under surveillance.

I had the impression that I was taking part in a reality TV program where we would live with strangers on a closed-circuit television system for thirty days. But in my experience, that show was even better because, at the very least, the other contestants didn't rape one another like a pack of ravenous wolves.

"I am hungry; I want to eat food."

I knew no way talking to this monster about my issues would help, but I felt so weak that there was nothing else I could do.

"Wait, I will call Rosy. She will cook whatever you want to eat." He answered me without turning to face me.

He didn't even bother to look at my face when he was answering me because he was so absorbed in his phone.

What more could I possibly expect from a sex monster, huh?

A young woman eventually made her way into the room. She looked about my age, but she had exquisite clothing. She looks even more stunning with her cosmetics and hair done flawlessly. Her polka-dot crop top and tight, short miniskirt flaunted her curvy belly.

"What would you want to eat, madam?" Even though she was talking with me, her whole attention was on Aaron; she was here for him, not me.

"Anything."

I can not explain why, but the way she was staring at Aron was not to my liking. Aron surprised me by turning his attention from the screen on his phone to his alleged housekeeper.

"Aron, are you certain that this woman working as a maid here?" With my voice, I interrupted their intense eye contact.

"Of course, Miss Grace, do you have any issue?" He was giving her a sensual, head-to-toe glance.

The intensity of this man's desire was so untolerable.

Neil never glanced at another woman. He knew for sure that I took great pride in my possessions.

No, you are wrong. He betrayed you for another girl, so how can you think about him this way?

The realization of my subconscious broke my heart yet again.

What made him betray me? If I married Neil instead of this erotic beast, our destiny would be different today.

Oh, please, stop feeling sad about your fate. Between Neil and Aaron, there is no meaningful comparison. Neil and you established your relationship based on love, but your relationship is based solely on lust.

How can you expect him to invest emotionally in you when he doesn't even comprehend the concept of actual feelings? My subconscious urged me to let go of the past and accept my fate as it is.

"Would you like anything to eat, Mr. Finge?" As she spoke, my mental bubble burst.

Is she presenting herself to him, or is it food? She seemed to be inviting him not for food but for her taste, based on the way she was tightening her chest.

"Are you a part-time model, Rosy?" That's enough. I can't tolerate this flirty drama in front of my eyes.

"Yes, madam.

How did you find out about this?I kept my modeling job a secret from everyone."

"Oh my goodness, I'm so good at interpreting individuals' body language." I don't mean to come across as impolite, but for some reason, seeing her in this room angered me.

"What do you think of me, Miss Grace?" He turned his attention from her to me.

"So, Aaron, are you going to listen to my thoughts regarding you?" I gave him a fierce glare.

How dare this man, who was fully aware that I had no affection for him, pose such a provocative question to me?

"Yes, Miss Grace, I would like to know what you think of me."

"I didn't think Mr. Finge would enjoy hearing my opinions about him in front of you, Rosy, so would you please leave us alone?" I asked his so-called fancy maid to leave the room.

"I am waiting to hear from you, Miss Grace." After she left our room, he asked me the same question once more.

"Aaron, have you ever seen wolf movies?"

I was already so irritated with this man that I was looking for an opportunity to vent my frustration and fury towards him. He finally offered me an opportunity to express my rage to him. At all costs, I don't want to miss this fantastic opportunity. Now, he will experience the sarcasm of his favorite erotica author.