Embarrassing moment

Sara POV

"Please bring me a butter scotch." When I saw the ice cream parlor in front of me, I lost all self-control.

After giving me a perplexed look, he stepped out of the car and placed the order.

"Here is your ice cream." He held the cone of ice cream in front of me.

I started eating my ice cream with excitement as soon as I unwrapped the cone. I was so vigorously licking my ice cream that I forgot all about him.

I feel a quick, hot wave coming across my face, reminding me of his unwavering gaze.

Why is he staring at me?

To find out why he was staring at my breast, I glanced down at my attire. I couldn't understand why he was staring at me, as I didn't perceive any issues with my attire. My eyes landed on the cone of ice cream I was holding.

Oh, I see now why he was focusing on me.

To cover up my embarrassment, I quickly averted my eyes from his. I fully understood his thoughts when he saw me licking the ice cream cone.

My sensation shifted from tasting ice cream to licking his member.

"Eww. I don't want to eat this." I immediately slid the car window mirror out to discard the ice cream.

"Sara, what happened? Why did you throw away your favorite ice cream?" I didn't look at his face out of embarrassment, but I could tell from his tone that he enjoyed teasing me because of my actions.

I mean, how could I be that dumb? With my palm, I struck my forehead.

Be not embarrassed; it is not your fault. What else would one anticipate from a sex addict?

I keep getting flashbacks from my subconscious regarding the pills and injections. Now that I knew his reality, how could I normally act around him? He is addicted to sex and doesn't see anything that can stop his lust.

I am sure today he will force me to give him a blow job. I began to fear picturing him at his most hideous. He will undoubtedly torment my body once he consumes those pills. However, I can't evaluate him until I have all the facts.

He was correct—in reality, One should never judge a book by its cover.

What made him take these medicines, however?

Naturally, to boost his sexual prowess, my subconscious answered me.

No, I don't think so; undoubtedly, there is a big secret concealed beneath it. Then why does he have those medications?

I am certain that he did not possess those tablets for recreational purposes; however, I am unable to confirm this at this time. I don't know why my gut tells me that these tablets are the key to unlocking the door to Aron Finge's hidden, dark secrets.

I didn't look him in the eye after that awkward moment. We arrived at the house silently. I'm making an effort to keep a composed front, but a lot is going on within my head. I'm not sure how I will help Neil. I told him that I would set up $10,000 for him, but I'm not sure how I'll manage to put together that much money.

Should I ask Aron for financial assistance?

No, I'm not able to ask him.

I'm not sure how he will respond if he finds out about Neil. I've already seen the worst of him. As a result, I want to avoid experiencing an electric shock to my angina ever again.

Then, where am I going to get such a large sum? Perhaps it would be beneficial if I requested an advance payment for my books from him. Even after adding the amount owed to my ongoing books, I was still unable to find anything close to $10,000.

What should I do now?

"Sara, you look tense. Is everything all right?" He trailed me into the study area.

"Yes, everything is all right." As soon as I realized he was examining my novel manuscripts, I closed the laptop.

"Sara, do you have all of your manuscripts saved on Google Drive?"

Why does he appear to be so interested in my books?

"No, the only books on my drive are ongoing ones." I deceived him, but he provided me with the solution to my dilemma. I now know where to make arrangements to pay Neil.

I wanted to carry out my plan right away, but while Aaron was staring at me, I was unable to do anything.

After supper, I stayed out of his room because I was terrified to see his hideous side. I decided to spend the night in the guest room, so I headed there carrying my laptop and a coffee mug.

I was confused as to why he hadn't bothered me yet. Maybe he was busy with his fancy maid, or perhaps he called a new woman to sleep with him. I'm not sure why, but when he didn't approach me, I felt disappointed rather than relieved.

While I must find joy in his lack of interest in me, my heart aches to imagine him with other women.

I finished my work at 3 a.m. and turned off the room's light. I heard a slight knock on my room's door. As soon as I turned on the light in my room, I noticed Aron sneaking about trying to enter.

"What are you doing?" I looked at him in anger. I no longer wish to experience his physical torment.

"Sara, I want to sleep with you." He gestured for me to give him space on the bed.

Oh no, he'll rip off my dress again. I made an effort to look for lust in his eyes. However, I detected no hint of desire in his gaze. I thought he would jump on me like a wolf on prey, but that wasn't how he behaved. Rather, he slept by putting his leg on my leg and his head on my shoulder.

He slept within just 5 minutes after lying down on the bed. I was waiting for him to touch me so I could feel the effects of those pills, but he didn't try to make inappropriate physical contact with me once a night. I can feel his firm dick rubbing against my thigh, so I'm not sure why he hasn't approached me yet. I was surprised to see his slef control over his lust.