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Sara POV

"Jerry, where did you find this book?" I peered through the door's lock hole.

His sugar mama was showing him one of my adult novels.

"Tell me, who's this Authoress naughty?" She questioned him with curiosity.

"I don't know, Jerry." He shrugged his shoulders in response to her inquiry.

"Track her down. I want to meet that writer." She ordered him.

"Why did you want to meet this book's author?" He gave her a perplexed glance.

"After reading the first chapter of this book, I am thoroughly impressed by the author's talent. After just a few chapters of this erotic book series, anyone can easily catch up. You have a fantastic collection of books."

She unknowingly praised my book.

"Jerry, if you want all those books, you can have them. How's your back pain now?"

I don't understand why he didn't inform her about me. At the very least, I can get Jerry's respect if he introduces me to her as the writer of those novels.

I looked at my leg and sighed upon seeing the bandage wrapped around my feet. I don't understand why he came here to bandage my feet and then exercised dominance over me when he didn't care about me. On one side, he called me his friend; on the other, he didn't care about me. His mixed signals confuse me now.

"Sara, I will soon take you out of his captivity, but first, tell me if you have arranged for the money." I just received Neil's text message on my phone.

Oh no, I completely forgot about arranging money for him. I have to ask Aron about the job offer. However, given that he has already employed me as his housemaid, I doubt he will be open to considering me for a position in his business. My heart ached again, remembering my insult to Jerry.

That's completely fine with me. I want money, so if I worked in his house as a housemaid, I could ask him to pay me for doing the house chores. I calculated my fee for doing all household duties and sent him an email with my pricing list. If I work on his housemaid and he accepts my pricing list, I will undoubtedly make this much money in five months.

I don't think this strategy will work well for me, though, as Neil needed this money within 15 days. If Aaron decides to accept my rate list for all household duties, I will have to request payment in advance from him. I stared at the laptop, excited to see if he would answer my email. However, he doesn't appear to have time to check his mailbox because he is too preoccupied with his sugar mommy.

I had to make dinner for them, so I hobbled to the kitchen. Rosy appears content after Jerry arrives. She treated me like a competing colleague and cast a mocking glance at me.

Do I appear to her like a housekeeper? When she flashed a mischievous grin, I began to question my actions.

I have difficulty walking with my wounded feet, but I don't want to lose this opportunity to arrange money for Neil. He will release me from his custody permanently after a few more months in this prison. He promised to take me out of here as quickly as possible. I'll be content with him and forget about Aron forever.

I can't stop crying when I think about them having sex in the jacuzzi. How I fell in love with him is beyond me. Why did I develop an attachment to that sex monster and lose control of my emotions? I'm not sure why I developed an emotional attachment to him, given that he never provided me with any benefits.

I got chills all over my body when he held my feet and wrapped them. I appreciate how he asserted his dominance over me. However, he wasn't using his power over me out of love. Rather, he believes that I am his sex toy and that he is entitled to play with me in any manner.

After wiping away my tears, I set the dining table for them. It's already 9 p.m., but they haven't come down for dinner, so like an obedient housemaid, I went upstairs to extend an invitation. I knocked on the door three times, but they didn't open it, so I pushed it out of frustration.

"Where are they?"

The door was wide open because of my push, and I discovered an empty room. I was going to ask Rosy about Aron, but my steps halted in front of his playroom when I heard Jerry's moaning from inside.

In my entire life, I have never seen a lady so driven by lust. She is the perfect match for Aron when it comes to lust. I believe this is her fifth or sixth sexual encounter with him in a single day. Given that Aron had always desired a sex partner like Jerry, I'm sure he was pleased with her. But my heart bled just thinking about them having sex in his playroom.

He will undoubtedly make her happy, just as he touched my body earlier.

Did he use an electric vibrator on her? He kissed her just like he kissed me, without a doubt. When I realize that he has kissed other women in the past, I am repulsed by the memory of him touching my lips.

Her groans were so loud that they pierced my ear. He has a large dick, and I am confident that she will experience a powerful orgasm. I dropped the idea to disturb them and returned to the kitchen. I am aware that he has an addiction, which is why I am perplexed as to why the mere thought of them engaging in sexual intercourse evoked such intense feelings of anger in me.

My mind began to conjure up images of them sharing intimate moments. I made an effort to distract myself from picturing them together, but it was challenging for me to stop thinking horrible things I needed to find something to divert my attention from him.

My eyes landed on the bar counter in the hallway's corner. Since this will help me forget everything, I must drink it. I recalled how the drama's lead character took booze to relieve her pain. I picked up the whisky bottle and made my way over to the terrace.