Be my savior

Aron POV

"Why are you crying, Sara?" I wanted to burst into laughter upon seeing her terrified expression.

I never would have guessed that whisky would make her act like this. She babbled about the pricing list the entire night. Seeing her in the whisky affect my Junior got even harder, and I ended up fucking her for the whole night.

I was eagerly looking forward to the morning.

I was eager to witness her blush as she realized the foolishness of her actions from the previous night. I teased her even more when she tried to pretend that she didn't remember anything that happened last night.

I wanted to see what she thought of me, so I lied to her and told her that she had declared her love for me. But knowing that she merely saw me as a friend and didn't feel anything special for me broke my heart. Why does she not love me the way I love her? I wish I could force her to love me, but unfortunately, love is not something I can obtain by force.

"I assure you, Aron—I never lied to you, and I will always think of you as a close friend."

"Sara, you don't have to take this so seriously. It's okay."

It was time for Jerry to get up, so I quickly dried her tears and got out of bed. I will be in a lot of trouble if she comes to know that I was with Sara for the whole night.

"Sara, you don't need to work today because your feet haven't fully healed. I'll ask Rosy to prepare breakfast for you while you relax in your room."

I closed her room and tiptoed into mine.

Thank God she is still sleeping. Her irritating snoring sound can make a man deaf. I wanted to put the pillow on her face. I looked at her sleeping face and compared it to a Maruti 800. I put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. Sara was correct; Jerry does resemble an ancient Maruti 800.

"Good morning, Aron." she rubbed her eyes and flaunted her arms in my direction.

How did she manage to act like an innocent teenage girl?

"How's your back pain, Aunt?" I helped her sit on the bed, ignoring her outstretched arms.

"Aron, it's better now. The doctor's massage helps me get relief from pain." I wanted to burst out laughing, remembering the doctor's expression when he was rubbing her back.

"Would you mind giving me a back massage, Aron?" She gave me an excited look.

Oh god, please, not again. I'm tired of engaging in sexual activities with this woman. Why does she always find a new way to force me into engaging in sexual activities with her?

"Aunt, please have breakfast first, since you have to take medicine." I made an effort to ignore her new request.

"Yes, I did indeed entirely forget about my medications. I appreciate you looking after me." She kissed me on the lips.

The sensation of her repulsive lips on mine made me want to throw up.

I can bring a sex robot for her if she wants one, but why she always chooses to have sex with me when she has so many other possibilities is beyond me.

I dressed for the office and exited the room. Jerry made me waste my last day, so I now have to stay in the office until late to complete my work. I reached the dining room to have my breakfast. Jerry trailed me to the dining room, gazing around as if she were on the lookout for something specific.

"Where is she?" She questioned Rosy sternly.

Oh, so she is missing Sara. I smiled, remembering how they argued in the jacuzzi. I never realized Sara could be so sassy. I'm confident that she will never be able to use sexual violence against me if I dare to stand up to Jerry. But unlike Sara, I lacked the courage to confront the physical abuse she inflicted on my body, so I had to put up with it from my early years.

"I don't know, madam." Rosy nodded courteously, resembling a submissive housemaid in response.

"Aron, you have no right to let that haughty girl work in this house when she hasn't shown up for work yet." Jerry gave me a fierce look.

"I permitted her to take today off because she couldn't walk due to a deep cut on her feet."

Regarding Sara, I'm uncertain about the appropriate way to confront Jerry. I even wanted to fight her for torturing me, but I never spoke against her.

"Oh, you let her take a day off without consulting me. This isn't my favorite breakfast; I'll only have what she cooks. Go ahead and ask her to prepare breakfast for me. Since I am canceling her leave," Jerry gave Rosy the command to come into the dining area with Sara.

I don't know why she's always looking for ways to hurt Sara. When she mistreated Sara, I became infuriated because I could relate to the tortures she appeared to be inflicting on her. She is now harassing Sara, like how she used to harass me when I was a child. And I'm still having trouble putting up with her abuse.

Sara entered the dining room cautiously. Because of her wound, she didn't plant her feet firmly on the ground.

"Go make me some breakfast, girl." Jerry gave her the order to prepare breakfast for herself.

She listened to Jerry, then glanced at me. I wanted to say something on her behalf, but I stared at my plate because of Jerry's scowl. Silently, she went out into the dining hall to make Jerry's breakfast.

My heart hurt to see her hobbling, but even though I wanted to, I was unable to assist her.

"Where are you heading, Aron?" I got up from my chair to leave the dining room after finishing my breakfast, but Jerry's grating words rang in my ears.

"I'm heading to the workplace." I turned to face her.

"If you go to the office, who is going to massage me?" She raised an eyebrow at me. I glance at Sara, anticipating that she might be able to rescue me from this dilemma, as I have a crucial appointment to attend, and Jerry is unlikely to comprehend my explanations.

"Sara, please look after Madam while I'm away and give her a massage."

Sara possesses the courage to confront Jerry, so I pleaded with her to protect me.

"I don't want to get a massage from this girl; I will not allow her to touch me with her filthy hands." She gave her disgusted expression.

"Jerry, because Sara is a licensed massage therapist, at the very least, give Sara a shot." I looked at my wristwatch for time. I was already running late for my meeting and had no idea how to deal with her.

"Ok, if you are saying that, then I will try her." She cast a calculating glance at Sara.

"Thank you, Jerry. See you in the evening." I gave her a joyful hug.

"Thank you, Sara." I started to walk over to kiss her forehead, but I stopped when I saw Jerry.

"I'll see you later." I hurried to get to my car because Jerry had already caused me to be late for the meeting.