My competitor

Aron POV

"Why did you come back so early today, Aron?" They both gave me shocked looks.

"Forget about me; tell me what you two were doing." I felt disgusted at seeing their closeness. How could they develop a romantic relationship in my house?

If I arrived here late, they would kiss each other.

"Sara made some coffee for me." With a furious expression in my eyes, I told her to go into the kitchen so that I could keep her away from Jerry.

"She couldn't walk properly due to injuries to her feet, Aron. How could you be so cruel?" Jerry expressed worry for Sara.

In a single day, how could their hatred for one another turn into love?

"Jerry, please don't give her liberty; it is her job to do the house chores."

I know I was doing wrong by sending her into the kitchen, but what else can I do? She didn't leave any option for me by befriending Jerry.

"Why are you standing here? Don't you listen to me?" I gave her an enraged look.

"Okay, sir." She lowered her head and gave me a grumpy look before leaving the hallway.

"Jerry, how is your back pain?"

I will do anything in my power to keep Jerry away from Sara, no matter if I have to fuck her multiple times in a day.

Men usually get jealous of men because they are insecure about their partner falling in love with them, but in my case, I felt jealous of Jerry because Sara drowned in her love.

"Aron, Sara's massage helped me with my back problem." She smiled at Sara as she returned to the hall, carrying coffee mugs in her hands.

She was still limping and spilled some coffee on the floor because of her walking difficulties. I cast a pitying glance in her direction, but she did not meet my gaze.

"Let me help you, Sara." Jerry rose from the couch and grabbed her coffee mug. She removed the coffee mug from her fingers and touched her palm.

Yuk, I feel disgusted. Sara didn't feel repulsed by her touch; instead, she was enjoying it equally. They both sat on the same couch, staring at me. Their calculating stares at my face make me uneasy. Now, I feel alienated in my own home. Did my presence bother them so much? I questioned myself.

"Madam, what would you like to have for dinner?" Sara broke the uncomfortable silence between us.

"Let's order in tonight. You should rest those feet."

Oh god, why didn't I go blind before seeing their love story? I tightly gripped my coffee cup in anger.

Jerry suddenly began to rub her body. What happened to her? I gave her a confused look. She reminds me of a monkey who scratches all over his body. Sara scowled at me as I attempted to make fun of her for itching her body like a monkey.

When I noticed Sara's furious face, my expression became serious.

"Jerry, are you alright?" I attempted to act concerned for her, but deep down, I was very relieved to see her in this condition.

"Aron, my whole body is itching." She was itching all over her body and jumped onto the couch.

"Jerry, you look so funny." I couldn't contain my laughter upon seeing her.

"How could you be so cold-hearted? Can't you see she has a problem? Let's help her."

I'm not sure what spell she used on Sara to make her feel so sorry for herself.

"OK, I will call the doctor." I retrieved my phone from my pants pocket.

"No, don't call the doctor; I'll figure out another way to solve this." She grabbed my phone out of my hand.

Why does she appear so afraid? Is Sara behind Jerry's condition? I raised my brow at her.

"Please come with me, madam." Taking her hand, she led the way inside the restroom.

Oh no, she was alone in the bathroom with Jerry. My mind started to see them once again, making love beneath the shower. I must go there and intervene to prevent them from further developing their romance.

"Jerry, what happened to your ass?" I stared confusedly at her burned ass.

"What are you doing here, Aron? Get some ice and some powder." Sara uses body wash and massages Jerry's body carefully.

How dare she make a Jerry bath when she didn't give me the bath? I gave her a fierce glance before heading out of the restroom. I quickly gathered everything she requested and went back to the restroom because I could not risk anything by leaving them alone.

As soon as I opened the bathroom door once more, Sara started softly massaging Jerry's clitoral area. Their passionate embrace in the bathroom made me wonder again why I didn't go blind first.

"How are you feeling now?" Sara questioned Jerry after rubbing her clit.

"Humm... Now I feel so much better." Jerry's heavy breath gave me the impression of how much she enjoyed Sara's rubbing on her clit.

I am solely to blame for asking Sara to massage Jerry.

Sara began massaging Jerry's breasts as their bodies submerged in the cold water. I've never felt insecure in my life, but today, in Jerry, I saw my competition.

After 30 minutes of cold showers, Sara helped Jerry wear her clothes. Before dressing Jerry, she gently wiped off her body and applied cool powder to it.

"Thanks, Sara; I'm feeling better now." She gave Sara a grateful look.

"It was my pleasure, madam." After bowing her head, Sara emerged from the restroom.

"Sara, what was that?" Anger drove me to follow her.

"Do you need anything, sir?" She looked away from my question and bowed her head.

"Don't be so smart. In the restroom, what were you doing with her?" I clenched my fist in anger.

"I was simply following your instructions, Mr. Finge, as you asked me to take care of your girlfriend." She was expressionless, which made me even more furious.

"Tell me, Sara, what is going on between the two of you?" I became even more enraged by her expressionless face, so I pressed her up against the wall and asked her about Jerry.

"You're hurting me, Aaron." She fought to break free of my hold.

"Until you respond, I won't leave you." Because of my overwhelming jealousy, I lost control of my senses and forgot that I was inflicting pain on her injured feet by forcing her body to stand upright against the wall.