Bear dress or Red lingerie

"Sara's point of view,"

"I think those clothes will be perfect for you, Miss Grace."

He was laughing over the phone.

How could he possibly give me this type of dress?

Does he see a bear in me?

I took a deep breath out to try to calm down, but when I saw the bear dress in front of me, I lost control of my rage. What does he think of himself?

"Alright, I got you another package with a different dress in it, so if you're not satisfied with this one, you can just look at the other one."

To find out what was inside the second box, I opened it.

"Aron, how dare you?"

I peered at the panty and red-laced bra. My face heated as I imagined myself in seductive lingerie. Looking back on the time when his piercing stare made my stomach turn with nerves.

"So, Miss Grace, do you like this dress, haha?" As if he were watching me from concealed cameras, I covered my face with my palm to conceal the flush that came with seeing that lingerie.

"Shy woman." He grinned over the phone.

"Aron, I don't like any of those dresses. I couldn't roam around the house while wearing this bear dress or lingerie. I want some decent dresses to wear. Please pay me in advance so that I can go shopping." I pleaded with him.

"What's wrong with these dresses?"

He asked in a serious tone.

"I am not like you, who would constantly wander around the house naked. I have some basic adequates, and I know how to dress properly."

I was infuriated by his mockery.

"Miss Grace, please stop making false accusations against me. I was fully clothed when I left the house in the morning; didn't you see me then?"

Why is he speaking in such a slow, sensual voice?

I got a thrill in my chest when I thought back to his early appearance. He looked rather good in his white shirt.

His elegant white shirt, grey pants, and coat give him an irresistible look.

When I saw him standing there, I felt like a super-rich billionaire from a fantasy story had appeared in front of me.

I tried to look away from his face, but I couldn't help but keep looking at him. He does appear attractive.

However, when I glanced at the woman who was lying behind him on the couch, completely nude, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It's hard to believe he fucked two women in one day.

I'm not sure why, but I have a sad feeling in my heart. I asked him to have sex with whoever he wanted and let me live my life freely, but now I'm saddened to see him having sex with other women.

Did he like Rosy?

If he wanted to have sex, why didn't he wake me up?

He has previously admitted to you that he enjoys having different women sleep with him every day. My subconscious answered me.

I already knew this truth, so why am I feeling sad now?

I hastily made my way to my room, determined not to reveal to him that his influence had any effect on me. As soon as I spotted Rosy in his room, I wanted to kill her, but I was unable to hold her responsible for everything. Maybe Aron forced her to be his sex partner, just like he forced me to sleep with him.

Nonetheless, why did she lie there like a sluggish lizard, and why did she not cover herself after sexual activity?

She is such a shameless woman. Even after I caught her red-handed, she was still lying there.

Is she not afraid of me?

She should be wary of having sex with my husband because I am his legal wife.

I need to teach her some manners so that she doesn't make the same mistake twice. I attempted to take my mind off of their early-morning sex scene, but I was not in the mood to work. I wanted to lash out at Rosy, but she departed for some pressing business behind Aron.

I frantically typed the chapter for today. Because I'm feeling a lot of anger and irritation, my character acts accordingly. My phone rang with the hospital number. I haven't seen my mom in a while, so she wants to meet me. She had no idea that I was married to Aaron Fringe on a contract basis.

She was also unaware that he had imprisoned me in his home.

I hurried to answer the door when the doorbell rang, hoping Aron would get home soon. I needed his permission to leave his house because I wanted to go to the hospital to see my mother.

When I saw a delivery boy instead of him, I felt a little disappointed, but then the delivery man handed me the box. After opening the box out of curiosity, I became enraged upon seeing the bear dress.

Since I didn't have his number on file, I looked through my mail for his office number to express my inner rage by yelling at him. It astonished me that he answered my phone after just one ring. Was he not occupied with his work? I've read in a lot of novels that billionaires and CEOs are constantly preoccupied with their jobs, so why is he sitting around so freely?

I believe that he merely went to his office to fuck a different woman every day and did no work there.

Why am I thinking about him so much? It is irrelevant to me whether or not he slept with the new woman, as I am completely uninvolved with him.

"Miss Grace, I am impressed that you sent me today's chapter so early." His voice interrupted my inner monologue.

"Since I had no other job to do, I believed that I could finish my writing before the deadline."

"Hmm. Your chapter comes off as rather combative; it appears that you are attempting to express your frustrations through it."

Did he read my chapter so quickly?

"Do you not have any other work to do?" I questioned him aggressively.

"Do you not want to speak with me?" I thought he was smiling as he asked me this question.

I would love to have a conversation with him, but I am at a loss for words.

"I have something planned for tonight, Miss Grace. So get ready for tonight in your red lingerie."

All of a sudden, his voice seemed alluring.

Oh no, not once again.

"Aaron, why are you always thinking about sex? Do you not have anything else to do?"

"Because you're so gorgeous, my dick wants to feel your tight vagina all the time. I'll see you later. Bye."

Before I could protest, he ended the call.

Seeing the red lace bra and panty made me wonder how I would approach him while dressed so provocatively.

He didn't leave any opportunity to rape me when I covered my body with a bed sheet. What will he do to my body when he sees me in this sexy dress?

Recalling his comments fills me with fear.

"Miss Grace, be ready for tonight; I have something very special for tonight."