Pay me

Aron POV

Oh god, this woman is insane. Has she lost her mind? How could she ask me to pay for her housework, which I didn't even ask her to do? Why did she take Jerry's words so seriously? I'm at a loss for how to respond to her foolish behavior. I wanted to yell at her for her ridiculous price list, but when I noticed her pout, my anger dissipated, and I couldn't help but smile.

She needs ten bucks to do laundry. She demanded $15 for cooking food. Seven bucks for house cleaning. In exchange for Jerry's courteous service, she asked for $2. This woman never left a single opportunity to make me wonder about her. I have never come across a pricing list as humorous as this one for housemaid services.

"So you won't pay me, Aron?" She sobbed again upon seeing me.

Oh god, why is she so desperate to earn money by doing housework when I already asked her to join me in my office as an assistant? Did she not want to work with me? I looked at her face to get an idea about what was going on in her head right now. I wanted to ask her to join me in my office, but she was not in the right state of mind at the time, so I dropped the idea of questioning her.

"Why have you consumed whisky?" I'm still baffled as to why she was drinking whiskey.

"I want to put you out of my mind." She casually rested her head on the couch.

What did she just say? Was the whisky truly necessary for her to get over my thoughts? Exactly what kind of thoughts does she have about me? I looked at her with interest.

"Why did you want to forget about me?" Out of curiosity, I couldn't help but question her.

"I want to forget the moment I witnessed you having sex with her. I wish to take away the reverberating sound of her groans. When she gets close to you, I don't like her. I want to kill her." She grabbed the cushion angrily.

Why does the sight of me with Jerry upset her so much? I don't understand why she was upset, as she didn't feel anything for me. However, I enjoyed watching her grow envious of Jerry. I wanted to tell her that I also didn't like Jerry, but I lacked the courage to reveal the darkest secret of my life to her.

"Aron, I need money; please pay me to do the housework." The impact of the whisky caused her eyes to close.

I never found her so attractive before. Her amusing, inebriated behavior heightened my attraction to her. I couldn't believe it when she told me about Jerry's padded bra. She was sharing this information with me as though it were the secret formula for nuclear power.

Did she believe I was blind for fucking Jerry for an entire day without realizing how big her breasts were? When I think of Jerry's as the Maruti 800, I laugh. Sara has a fantastic sense of humor, I must say.

"I need money, Aron, so please give it to me." She continues to ramble in her sleep.

Why does she need money? I don't understand why she is requesting money now, considering that I have already paid her in advance for her books, which she recently sold at a high price. I contacted my detective to find out what she had done with that amount.

He told me that she had moved all of the funds outside of the United States. I found him difficult to believe. I asked him to provide me with the beneficiary's name. Given that the account is outside of the United States, the detective stated he needed additional time to get the information.

"Tell me, Sara, to whom you transferred all of your money," I questioned her in anger. But the whisky effect makes her appear to be in a deep sleep. I raked my finger through my hair in anger.

How did she do this to me? Why had she kept the money transaction from her bank account a secret from me? I agree that it's her money, and she is free to use it however she pleases, but at least she could inform me about this. I worry that someone may exploit her innocence and ensnare her in illicit activities. I want to protect her from all potential threats, which requires me to closely monitor her every move.

Her phone beeped with messages. I tried to look at her phone out of curiosity, but she had password-protected it. I dialed my detective's number once more and requested that he give me every detail of her calls and texts.

"Aron, you are so bad. You rejected my price list. Tell me how you'll pay me. I want money." She was babbling again.

"Let's head to the room, Sara." I took her to her room, embracing her in my arms.

"Tell me, Aron, how much you'll pay me to kiss your lips." She put her hand on my shoulder and shoved my face in her direction. My junior was already experiencing the heat from her proximity, and her whisky-induced sexiness made me yearn to place my lips on hers.

"No, until you tell me how much you will pay me to kiss you, I won't let you kiss me." She moved her face away from me so she wouldn't kiss me.

"Tell me the amount you would like to receive as compensation for allowing me to kiss you," I questioned her, smiling at her ridiculous excuses.

"Let me calculate." With her fingers, she made a count. "One hundred bucks for every kiss."

"All right, I wouldn't mind giving you $100 in exchange for a kiss." I kissed her tenderly.

"No, hold on. I have to choose a different kissing frequency for every part of my body." She broke up our kiss.

This girl seems to be losing her senses. However, witnessing her insanity further intensified my passion for her. I agreed to pay her whatever amount she demanded each time I touched her various body parts.

I don't know why she provoked me to fuck her hard that night, even though I did not want to fuck her at that time. She aroused my lust by taking my junior in her hand, even if I only wanted to grab her to go to sleep calmly.