Padded bra

Sara POV

"Sara, please come down." He was shouting at me from the balcony.

"No, I will not come down." I took a seat on the terrace.

I had no idea that the whisky's stinging flavor might make me feel less hurt. I didn't like the bitter taste at first, but as soon as the unpleasant thoughts left my head, I felt lighter.

I felt like I was flying into the sky. I gulped down one bottle of whisky, and now I feel like no one is more powerful than me. I felt like I was drinking rocket fuel instead of whisky.

What did he think of himself? I'll prove to him that I can have fun with another man. I swear that every day, I will post a new video of me having sex with the new man whenever I have the opportunity to leave this jail. I clenched my fist in anger and opened a new whisky bottle.

Then only he will understand how it feels to see them having sex with another person.

However, given that he didn't love you, how could witnessing you with another man be hurtful? My subconscious question brings tears to my eyes.

What made him not love me? I mean, come on, am I not hot? Don't I look sexy? I questioned myself.

He liked to fuck that old Maruti 800 but he ignored Ferraris like me.

I began engaging in conversation with an empty wine bottle, as I had no one with whom to share my pain.

The world seemed to be spinning around me. Raising my head, I peered down at the ground. Where am I right now? From the summit of Mount Everest, I have the impression that I'm gazing down at the earth. I wanted to say hello to Rosy when I noticed her strolling around the yard. However, Aron appeared on the patio just as I was about to say hi to her.

"What are you doing there?" He asserted his dominance over me once more. Why does he always act like he is in charge of me? What makes him constantly want to control me while I am not his slave? I have free will, so I can do anything I want.

You are his housemaid, and he will pay you to clean the house, so don't even consider arguing with him—he is your boss now. My subconscious requested that I not fight with Aron over his controlling nature. He instructed me to carry out his commands quietly as a responsible housekeeper. I glared at him before attempting to descend from the top of the terrace, but I was unable to control my body weight, so I tripped on the roof.

"Sara, what made you drink whisky?" When I opened my eyes, he was furiously staring at me.

"Aron Finge, a legendary rapist, has arrived to chastise me for drinking expensive whisky from his collection of alcoholic beverages without his consent." I can't help but get frustrated with him when I sense our intimacy.

"How did you get here? Why did you continue to hurt yourself more while your feet were already hurting?" He turned an enraged gaze to my injured feet.

My feet were bleeding because I put pressure on them to walk properly.

"I climbed a ladder to get here." I pointed at the iron ladder.

"What the fuck? Are you crazy? Why did you use your injured feet to climb up that rusty iron ladder?" He yelled at me again.

"Why are you yelling at me? Have I ever screamed at you? In contrast to you, I am not as athletic and have smaller feet. You can jump from anywhere with ease. You possess a sexual prowess that allows you to effortlessly leap onto the rooftop." I'm unsure of the subject matter I'm discussing with him. But once I let my rage out on him, I felt better.

"Sara, calm down." He wiped away my tears. I felt more vulnerable when I sensed his proximity. I want to tell him how much I love him, but I know he won't understand, so I decide to keep silent instead.

"What are you doing?" He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt an electric jolt run through my body.

"Shh," he silenced me by putting his finger on my mouth. He took me down from the rooftop, embracing me in his arms. He cleansed my wound while forcing me to sit on the couch. What made him care for me? Where did his sugar mama disappear? I looked around for Jerry.

"Aron, I have a secret to share with you." It seems like a beneficial idea to let him know what's going on. I motioned for him to come closer so I could whisper my secret to him.

"Sara, I'm listening to you." He was too busy bandaging my feet to be interested in hearing my secret. Why did he not want to know the secret? Was he already aware of the secret?

No, I don't believe that. How is it possible to know this secret when I discover it? I questioned my subconscious.

"Aron, do you know your sugar mama wears a padded bra? Her breasts are not as large as they appear to be above the clothing." I covered my mouth and whispered in his ear.

"Well, how did you find out about this secret?" He seemed surprised to learn the truth.

"When I laundered her clothes today, I saw her padded bra. She only has a size 30 breast. I don't understand why you liked her, as she had a bad figure and wasn't as kind as me. Tell me the truth: You like her because she is good in bed." As the scene in the jacuzzi passed before my eyes, tears welled up again.

"Sara, you are really funny." He hugged me tightly like teenage girls hugged their soft toys.

"Could you elaborate on the details you've learned about Jerry?" He pulled out my cheeks.

"Aron, after hours of nonstop fucking, don't you both feel exhausted?" I questioned him in a serious tone.

"What kind of sexual predators are you both?" In a fit of rage, I struck him on the shoulder.

"Sara, it's not what you think." He fixed his gaze on the floor.

"Shut up; don't lie. You were so busy with her that you didn't even check your mailbox. I emailed you a price list for my job, but you never responded." I expressed my dissatisfaction to him over my phone's sent mail display.

"Oh, I am sorry. Give me two minutes. I will immediately reply to you, but please don't cry." He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and opened his mailbox.

"Sara, what is this?" He gave me a furious glare.

"Oh, so you won't be paying me to do the housework? You want me to carry out all of these tasks for free." After reading the pricing list, I noticed a furrowed brow on his face, which brought tears to my eyes once more.