Writing is my hobby

"Sara's point of view,"

Why did his face turn pale upon hearing her name?

The mere mention of Aunt Jerry's name filled him with fear.

Did he also have a difficult childhood, like me?

No, I'm overly emotional at the moment.

Do you truly think that this wealthy, charismatic, and well-mannered man had a troubled past? Why do you believe he had any trouble when he changed women more than he changed clothes? Don't waste any more mental energy on Aaron Finge. Leave your speculative thoughts for your stories. My subconscious urged me to refrain from making assumptions about him.

Despite my best efforts to remember the hurt he caused me, I couldn't help but wonder about his childhood. Is it appropriate to inquire about his early years?

No, that's not a good plan. Since you are merely his sexual partner, it is best if you don't get too involved with him.

"Sara, I want to meet you again."

I had just finished washing the dishes and was heading out of the kitchen when I saw Neil's message on my phone.

In a panic, my hand wrote "no" in response to his SMS, but it stopped short of pressing the send button. Because of my feelings for him, I can not say no to meeting him. Maybe he is in some trouble.

However, do you not recall what Aron did to you after he discovered your lying? My subconscious keeps bringing up the horrible electric vibrator experience.

"Where are you, Sara?" When I heard Aron's voice in the kitchen, I quickly deleted his text without responding to him.

"Are you still awake?"

His unexpected entrance into the kitchen alarmed me.

"Are you scared?" He gave me a weird look. He never once made emotional eye contact with me. I always saw his eyes filled with lust. I don't know why he seemed so concerned for me today.

Did I say "concern"?

Because he is the most heartless human being I have ever encountered, I seriously doubt he cares about me.

He undoubtedly came here for personal gain.

"What do you want?"

I took a towel to dry my hands and questioned him aggressively.

"Sara, I want you." He came over to me and spoke in a slow, deep voice.

You see, I told you that he had no regard for anyone. He came here to learn something from you. My mind mocked me for thinking good about him.

Given his fragile health, I intended to refuse to let him have sex tonight. However, our contract stipulates that I can not refuse him any sexual activity, so I refrained from making the request.

"Give me a little time, and I'll join you." Seeing the desire in his eyes caused me to take a deep breath.

"No, I want you right now."

He pounded his legs like a toddler on the kitchen floor.

What's the matter with him? Why did he occasionally act like a child? Even though his 6 feet, 2 inches tall, strong frame doesn't give off the impression that he's a kid, his behavior and actions occasionally make me think of a little kid.

"Please, Aron, let me shower first." His intransigence irritated me.

"No, Sara, I want you now. Please accompany me."

To my amazement, he was softly grasping my hand.

How was he not able to use his strength against me? With his strength, he would always pull me onto his bed. What makes today so special is that he gently held my hand instead of forcing me. Perhaps it's because his arms lack the strength to support me.

I silently followed him into his room. I was wondering what kind of torture he would do to me today to sate his lust, but to my surprise, he didn't act in the way I had expected. With one arm resting on my chest and one knee softly covering my tummy, he closed his eyes.

I never saw this side before. How could he go from being a monster so quickly to being a genuinely innocent child all at once? What caused his sudden personality changes?

As soon as I was sure he was sleeping soundly, I replaced my body with a pillow to prevent him from sensing my departure.

It's the last day of the month, so I must finish writing. My life was chaotic; therefore, I could not consistently concentrate on my work. I now have to write by staying up all night to finish the target I set for my book.

I grabbed my laptop and left his room, hoping not to disturb his sweet sleep. I tried to write, but my thoughts kept returning to him. Every time I thought about his frail side, my heart prickled.

"Why did you come here, Sara, and leave me in this room by myself?" He rubbed his eyes as he descended the stairs.

"Aron, I need to complete my book target, which is why I came here to write my chapters."

I tried to explain the situation to him.

"You can write there, too. What drew you here?"

His innocent expression makes my heart melt like jelly.

"Please allow me to complete my work." I begged him, gesturing toward my laptop.

"Sara, you don't have to worry about payment; as your boss, I will provide your entire salary, regardless of whether you achieve your goal or not. Come to sleep with me now, please." He was holding my hand and helped me off the couch.

"No, Aaron, money is not the issue. Writing is my hobby.

When I express my emotions to the characters in my book, I become happy."

"Sara, I would love to hear more about your emotions when you write." He awoke from his slumber abruptly and sat beside me, his inquisitive eyes fixed on my face.

Rather than asking him where his sleep had disappeared, I chose to grin at his obvious interest in learning more about me.

I've never had somebody read my stuff with such enthusiasm. Although I find it hard to believe, Aaron is the first person to show such a keen interest in my writing. He is not only interested in the books I write, but he also constantly wants to know the background.

Despite being together for 5 years, Neil never took so much interest in my writing.

"Sara, where have you lost now?" He helped me out of my thinking bubble by touching my hand.

"I use writing as a means of verbalizing my emotions. I find that writing helps me express myself because, as an empath, I can easily put myself in another person's shoes and feel their emotions."

"Whoa, that's incredible. Many individuals suffer from a lack of creative expression, leading them to suppress their hurt feelings.

Without appropriate language, no one can empathize with their pain."

His eyes were filled with sadness.

"No, Aaron, it is false. Even silence can elicit emotions. All we need is to connect with someone who can comprehend the chaos that lies beneath our silence."

He rested his head on my lap and listened to my story of becoming an author as he rested on the couch.

His snores made me realize that he had fallen asleep while hearing me talk. I wanted to move his head, but I resisted after noticing his calm expression. I chose to keep working while setting my laptop on the front table.