Sugar mommy

Aron POV

"Please open the door, Sara." I knocked on her door.

"What do you want, Aron?" I can easily understand that she is crying now after hearing her voice.

"I want to talk to you." I requested that she open the door.

"No, I don't want to talk to you. Go back to your sugar mommy; she must be waiting for you." She sobbed so hard that she hardly got the words out.

"Show me your wound, at least." I insisted that she open the door, but she refused to listen to any of my requests.

Why didn't she understand my situation? Jerry's cage already holds me captive. She challenged her by disagreeing with her, even though I wanted her to be safe from Jerry. I warned her not to argue with Jerry, but she disregarded me.

I'm sure Jerry will now come up with a new method to torment Sara. Jerry won't let me fire Sara from her position, even though I wanted to move her out of there.

"Please open the door, Sara." When her sobbing sound stopped coming from inside the room, I became concerned about her well-being.

She neglected to take the shard of glass off her feet, leaving a nasty cut on her leg. I immediately wanted to examine her wound, but she started an argument with Jerry, which resulted in Jerry falling to the floor. I could hardly control my laughter at that time.

The image of her lying on the ground makes me want to laugh uncontrollably. She appeared to be a crocodile relaxing on a riverbank. I ran to get her up from the floor. She weighs a lot, and I find it difficult to support her. Sara is considerably lighter than her, so I easily grab her in my arms.

She was whimpering like a nighttime street dog. I wanted to throw her into the jacuzzi again, but I controlled my anger. Why she is always willing to flaunt her nude body is beyond me. Without any delay, she undressed and presented her back to the physician. The doctor was hesitant to touch her ass at first, but once I nodded in agreement, he started massaging her ass.

She was groaning as he massaged her ass as if he were giving her a hard fuck. Hearing her groans and witnessing the doctor's terrified countenance made me chuckle uncontrollably. I left them alone and came out of my room.

Thank god, I called the doctor at the right time; otherwise, she would not leave me alone for a second. I felt a sense of relief when I noticed Jerry had fallen asleep due to the painkiller injection.

"Sara, are you opening the door or not?" Her silence is bothering me now, so I asked her the last time.

When I tried to use the master key to unlock her room after she didn't respond, the obstinate girl pushed a side table in front of the door to stop me from going inside. She has wounds on her feet; therefore, I don't understand why she is acting in such a defiant manner.

How on earth could she walk on one foot and slide the table in front of the door?

I had no choice but to go through the window into her room. I noticed her dozing off on the ground. Her feet continued to bleed. I touched her wound and pulled out the first-aid kit. When I took the shard of glass off her leg, she groaned in agony.

"How did you enter my room, Aron?" She gave me a perplexed expression.

I ignored her and used cotton to clean her wound.

"Don't touch my feet." She snapped at me to get her feet out of my grasp.

"Sara, you have a really deep cut. Let me bandage it." I looked at her with pity.

"Go back to your sugar mommy; I don't need your assistance." She clutched her knee while her feet were hanging in midair.

"So you won't comply with my request?" I glared at her when I realized she was oblivious to my repeated requests for her to bandage her wounds.

"No, I won't be listening to you any longer. " She averted her gaze from me.

"Okay." I grabbed her feet and pulled them towards me, intending to place them in my lap.

She tried to break free from me but lacked the strength. I bandaged her feet and then released my grip on her feet.

"You have no right to touch me without my consent." Her eyes were full of tears as she gazed at me.

"I can touch you whenever I want; don't forget that we have a contract. " Her tears bothered me, so I cleaned her face.

"Why did you come here to show your fake concern for a housemaid?" Her eyes were filled with complaints.

"You are not the housemaid, Sara." Jerry treated her like a housemaid, and I know that offended her, but I don't mean to offend her. I felt my heart quiver when she introduced herself as a housemaid.

"Tell me what I am doing in this house, Aron, if I am not a housemaid." Her eyes mirrored the pain she felt.

"Sara, you're my friend. " I wanted to confess my love to her, but this time was not right, so I chose to hide it behind my friendship.

"So why don't you introduce me as a friend to your girlfriend?" She questioned me.

Girlfriend?

Does she believe that Jerry is my girlfriend? Hearing her made me want to burst out laughing, but I restrained myself because I didn't think it was appropriate to correct her misperception at the moment.

"Where are you, Aron?" I heard Jerry's voice.

"Now go. Your sugar mommy is calling you. " She shoved me, displeased.

Why she is whining about me is beyond me. Was she offended when Jerry called her housekeeper, or was she upset when she witnessed me having sex with him?

Sugar mommy. I looked at Jerry's face and smiled out loud, remembering Sara's words.

"Aron, who is this authoress naughty?" My throat dried up as I saw Sara's book in Jerry's hand.