Deadline

"Sara's point of view,"

"Miss Grace, I want a fresh chapter in my email within an hour."

When he exited the room, I mimicked him.

"Huh?

What does he think of me?

Am I Ginnie, who simply swipes a pen across the paper to write a chapter? He already knows that I'm exhausted, so how could he set me a deadline?

To write an imaginative chapter, my mind needs to generate new ideas.

His hard fucking exacerbated the pain in my body, which was already quite exhausting because of my fever.

To write a new chapter, I logged onto his laptop as a guest once I finished eating my noodles.

I had trouble focusing on my writing because my mind was racing with so many things. To concentrate on my work, I need coffee and splendid music. I rose from the couch and left the room.

"Have you completed your chapter, Miss Grace?" As I was going into the kitchen to make myself some coffee, his voice abruptly halted me.

Did he also have eyes on his back?

With his headphones in, how did he see that I was approaching from behind?

"Aaron, I can't concentrate on my work without coffee." I felt uneasy as his gaze followed every inch of my body.

"Miss Grace, you only have 50 minutes left to submit your chapter; if you do not submit it by the deadline, I may penalize you under our work agreement for failing to complete your work on time."

He threatened me.

"Do you believe writing is so simple, Aron?" I gave him a fierce glare.

"Miss Grace, I have no problem with you taking pleasure in my punishment." He displayed the tickling time on the wall clock.

Oh no, I can't waste my time arguing with him. There's only 45 minutes left until his given deadline. I sprinted to get coffee from the kitchen.

Rosy could brew me some coffee at this late hour, but I believe she is already asleep.

A short while back, I made her the object of my rage, although I didn't mean to degrade her. I'm not sure why, but her alluring gaze at him made me feel so angry.

I think I need to apologize to her for my rude behavior, but I don't like it when she roams around and flirts with him.

I, too, come from a poor family and worked in little cafés to help pay for my tuition. However, I never took any shortcuts at work by seducing someone. Instead of giving her job her best, Rosy utilized her body to entice Aron. However, I don't think Aron can see beyond her seductive grin to her hidden intentions.

"Are you writing in the kitchen, Miss Grace?"

Oh shit, how can I waste my time thinking about Rosy? After pouring my coffee into a mug, I hurried to my room.

I started writing while listening to music.

The scenario was playing in front of my eyes while I focused intently on typing on my laptop.

I was completely absorbed in the characters' feelings and emotions. Though I'm not sure how I concluded the chapter with my feelings and the character's feelings mixed,even I don't want to do that.

As with all of my self-portraits, I felt like I was a character in the story today.

I've never felt more at ease after writing. I had never had such a strong connection to my characters.

The fact that I have experienced real sex in my life may also play a role.

I have 10 minutes left to finalize my final draft.

"Miss Grace, do you need my help?" He pulled out my headphones and yelled in my ears as I was editing my chapter and about to hit the send button on my email.

"Oh god, Aron, you scared me."

I was completely engrossed in my little fantasy world, completely oblivious to anything beyond it.

"Have you completed your writing?" Slowly, he whispered in my ear.

"Sure, kindly check your email. Good morning." I checked the watch to see that it was already two in the morning. I yawned and closed my laptop.

"Where are you going?" He grasped my hand to stop me.

"Now that I've completed your work, I'm going to bed." I attempted to break free of his grip, but he was holding me so tightly that I was unable to even slightly slide his hand.

"I'm tired of raping you in bed, Miss Grace. Shall we try something different today?"

Lust filled his eyes once more. This man's lust never ceases.

"Aron, I am too tired; you may go anywhere else to satisfy your hunger." By pinching his arms, I extracted my knuckle from his strong grasp.

"Only you can satisfy my hunger." He rose from the couch and put his strong arms around my waist.

I fought to break free from his grip like a tiny deer attempting to escape a hunter's trap, but my efforts were in vain. Because of his strength, I couldn't break free from his hold, even if I wanted to.

He pulled me onto the couch and hovered over me, like a lion on the hunt. He shoved my face against the couch wall and tore my clothes apart. With one hand gripping my hair and the other squeezing my breast, he was sucking my earlobe and back.

What had suddenly happened to him? Why is he not able to treat me gently?

I wanted to speak out against his physical abuse, but I'm not strong enough to stop this monster.

He acts like a kind man most of the time, letting me vent my thoughts freely, but then he turns into a vicious wolf and pays no attention to what I'm going through emotionally.

Abruptly, he seized me in his arms and led me into his bathroom.

"Please don't do this, Aron. I have a fever. I have no desire to take a bath."

I begged him not to, but he shoved me into the chilly jacuzzi water.

I attempted to exit the jacuzzi after feeling the cold water, but he quickly dove into the water and grabbed my waist, forcing me back into the water.

"Miss Grace, please let me satisfy my hunger."

Without letting me catch my breath, he kissed me fiercely.