Sandwich Slice

"Sara's point of view,"

"Sara, good morning."

Upon opening my eyes, I noticed his wide smile.

What's wrong with him?

Why does he look so happy in the morning?

I glanced at him, incredulous.

His feet were warm against my thigh. I felt his hand on my waist.

What is happening?

Where are my clothes?

According to my memory, I wore beer pajamas. No, don't tell me he ripped my pajamas too. I looked down to see.

Red lingerie?

Seeing myself in a red bra and panties made my face flush.

How can I sleep with him in only this? What happened between us last night?

I tried to remember.

How could I have done this?

What will he think of me now?

"Can we do it again, Sara?"

The look on his cheeky face tells me he's mocking me about last night.

"Don't think about it." Before he could reach for my vagina, I held his hand in the air.

"Don't forget that you made me kiss your pussy last night," he spoke softly in my ear.

Why can't I keep myself in check?

I've got to put up with this monster's taunting. Upon hearing his remarks, my face heated.

I got out of bed to avoid his gaze.

"Sara, I believe blue bras and panties suit your body better. Furthermore, you'd be stunning in pink, purple, or even black."

God, why is he staring at my body? Doesn't he have anything else to do except check on my body?

I searched the room for my dress but couldn't find anything to cover myself with. I attempted to take the bed sheet and cover my body, but he gripped it so hard that I was unable to do so.

I hurried to the restroom to get away from his intense stare. His eyes have this peculiar quality that makes my whole body tingle every time he looks at me.

As I got into the bathroom, I closed the door and put on the cold water to cool down my body.

"That's unfair, Sara. I'd like to take a shower, too."

I cautiously shut the bathroom door, so I'm not sure how he was able to open it.

"What do you want, Aron?"

Why does he follow me around all the time? What is his problem?

"I want you."

His stare was filled with hunger as he approached me.

"No, I'm not in the mood for you to rape me in the morning." I placed my hand against his chest and pushed him.

"But last night, you wanted me so deep inside you.

Please don't stop, Aron.

I want you to fuck me hard. Why won't you let me fuck you first thing in the morning?" He complained in response to my protests.

"I was drunk last night. I had no control over anything I did at the time."

I did my best to reassure him that he shouldn't get his hopes up in the wrong way.

"Wow, I have to admit that when you're intoxicated, you're completely cooperative. I believe that you must have alcohol with your morning meal, lunch, evening munchies, and dinner." He kissed my neck tenderly.

I tried not to moan, but his touch was too soft to resist.

"I have an important meeting to attend; therefore, I won't touch it right now," he whispered into my ear.

After hearing him, I sighed with relief.

I noticed a shift in this monster's behavior because he was not looking at me with lust but with an unfamiliar emotion in his eyes.

After putting on his shirt, I went to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I have to cook for myself because Rosy hasn't come back yet. To be honest, I'm relieved she's not here because it means I won't have to witness him fucking Miss Fancy.

"Where is my breakfast?"

He walked into the dining area to find his meal.

"I don't know." I shrugged my shoulders.

He looked great in his sky-blue suit. His sleek, well-groomed hair and strong jawline added to his attractiveness.

"Sara, I'm really hungry, so I want to eat something." He grabbed my sandwich and omelet.

"What are you doing, Aron?

I won't let you take my meal." I lifted my plate out of his grasp.

"Because of all the hard work last night, I am now starving; therefore, it is your job to feed me so that I can consistently provide you with good service." He reached over my plate to take a bite out of one of my sandwiches.

"Aron, I didn't ask you to do any hard work. You are the one who made me drink whisky. Because of the aerobics you performed on my body last night, I'm now really hungry." I snatched my sandwich out of his grasp.

"Come on, Sara—you can make something else—please let me eat this since I'm running late for my meeting." He reached for my sandwich again.

"Because this is the last piece of bread in your kitchen, I can't give it to you." I moved my plate out of his line of sight.

"How could this be possible? I gave Rose explicit instructions on how to handle kitchenware." He gave me a perplexed expression.

"Your fancy maid will only take care of the kitchen when she is not busy being your sex toy." Every time he talked about Rosy, my anger controlled me.

"Sara, I will order food for you, but please allow me to eat it." He attempted to steal my sandwich once more.

"No, I'm not going to open the door while only wearing your shirt. What sort of billionaire are you if you can not feed and dress your contracted wife properly?"

I taunted him.

"Miss Grace, I have no business feeding or clothing you. Next month, you will receive your salary, which you can spend wherever you like."

"How disrespectful? I read about sweet billionaires in romance novels, but you are not like them. You are, in actuality, the heartless CEO."

I expressed my dissatisfaction with him by folding my hand across my chest.

"Who told you that billionaires are charming and loving guys?

Miss Grace, you should not expect me to spoil you in any romantic way since this is not the world of your romance novel." He grabbed my sandwich and devoured it in one sitting.

"You..I will kill you, Aaron Finge." I clenched my fist in anger.

"In your dreams, Sara. Because, in reality, you want me to fuck you hard." He teased me again before leaving the house.

What did he think of himself?

I never expected him to behave in this way. Every time I see him, I see lust. Then why did he act so childishly in front of me?

Who would have thought that a billionaire CEO and his contracted wife would argue over a slice of bread?

The hunger that Aron Finge stoked in me after drinking whisky last night led me to raid the kitchen in search of food.