You're mine

Aron POV

"Is dinner ready, Aaron?" Jerry gave me a shocked look, as though I had caught them red-handed.

"What are the two of you doing?" I regarded them suspiciously.

"We were simply discussing the plot of my upcoming book." Sara nervously looked at Jerry.

Since I have already witnessed them kissing, I am certain that they are keeping something from me.

Sara bowed towards Jerry's face while Jerry lay in her lap.

How could she do this to me? She had never kissed me this way. She appears to have a deep attraction to Jerry. I became more envious of Jerry.

"Since we both have walking issues, Aron, how about you bring dinner here?" Jerry asked me to serve them dinner in Sara's room.

What did they make of me? I am looking like a waiter to them. I stepped out of her room quietly, clenching my fist in frustration. They seem to be attempting to keep me apart from them, as I've noticed. All they want is to spend time together and have fun. Since they've grown to enjoy one another, they don't feel at ease with me.

It's all my fault. Why did I leave Sara with Jerry? What if she turned Sara into a sex addict by trying to inject her?

Oh no, I have to warn Sara about Jerry, but will she believe me if I tell her the truth now? She won't trust me now, I think. The inability to watch Sara with someone else was causing my head to explode with rage. I must prevent her from hanging out with Jerry. I had a horrible notion to get rid of Jerry.

"Here is your food." I smiled as I walked into her room.

"I can't believe you prepared that much food, Aaron." Jerry gave me a startling expression.

"Madam, I'm concerned about the state of the kitchen." Sara teasingly pointed at the food.

"Sara, you don't need to worry about the kitchen. I have already cleaned the kitchen island." I assured her about the cleanliness of the kitchen.

"Aaron, are you aware that Sara writes novels?" Jerry spoke to me about Sara with eyes full of admiration.

"Oh, Sara, why don't you tell me about your hidden talent?" I don't want to reveal to her that I married Sara primarily because of her writing abilities, so I'll pretend to be shocked after hearing Jerry's story.

"Yes, Mr.finge. During my free time, I write novels." She nervously replied to me.

Her eyes are burning with rage, but I don't understand why she constantly assists me in hiding the truth from Jerry.

"I am grateful to you, Aron, for the amazing supper. I'm exhausted right now, so I have to go to bed." The moment she finished her meal, Jerry yawned.

"Madam, it's only 9 p.m." When Sara saw Jerry heading for her bed, she appeared dejected.

"Does it bother you that she goes to bed early?" Upon witnessing Sara's affection for Jerry, I grew agitated.

She insisted on talking to Jerry constantly, even though I wanted to spend some alone time with her. Why they constantly engage in gossip baffles me. I doubted that they were planning a conspiracy against me.

"Good night, Sara. I feel so sleepy now." She left Sara's room after hugging her.

Thank God, she went into her room.

"Good night, Aaron. Thank you for the food." Jerry exited her room, turned on her laptop, and ignored my presence.

What the hell is this? How could she ignore me this way? I added sleeping pills to Jerry's food so that I could spend more time with Sara, but she is ignoring me as if it doesn't exist.

"Sara, I want to talk to you." I took a seat in front of her and slid her laptop screen down.

"Aaron, Jerry must be waiting for you in her room, so don't stay here with me too long." She tried to open her laptop again.

"Forget about Jerry; I want to enjoy my time with you." I took hold of her hand and drew her closer to me so I could feel her warmth.

"What's wrong with you? I can't cheat Jerry anymore, so please don't do this to me." She shoved me out of her way.

"What?" I looked at her in shock after hearing her.

In a single day, she was so devoted to Jerry that she refused to let me get to know her. My jealousy compelled me to assert my rights towards Sara, and as a reminder that she was still mine, I placed my head on her lap.

"What are you doing?" She gave me a startled expression.

"Caressed my hair just like you were stroking her hair." I took her hand and tucked it into my tresses.

"What's wrong with you, Aron? Why did you act like a child? Jerry must be waiting for you, so leave now. Let me finish my work." She refused to caress my head.

"Sara, I will have to use force if you don't comply with my requests." I sat in front of her, giving her a furious look.

"Why do you not love me with the same intensity as you did Jerry a few hours ago?"

"Love? That was compassion; it wasn't love." When she heard me, her tone grew agitated.

"What makes love different from compassion?" I sometimes found it difficult to understand her convoluted remarks.

"Aaron, I'll tell you this in my spare time. For now, though, please let me go to sleep." With a yawn, she shut her laptop.

"I won't let you go to sleep, Sara. You must first bathe with me and massage my dick in the same manner that you massaged her clit." I have to constantly tell her that she is mine and that I alone have the right to rule her body and heart, so I can't see her falling in love with Jerry.

She is unable to make room in her heart for anyone. protested, but I ignored her warnings and excuses and led her to the washroom so that I could remind her about our passionate nights.

I will do everything in my power to prevent Sara from becoming a homosexual, which is why I have decided to fuck her under a cold water shower tonight.

"Aaron, if Jerry sees us together, that will be a problem for us." She continued to whisper about Jerry while in the cold shower.

"Sara, please don't bring Jerry up to ruin my mood. Let me enjoy my time." To stop her from speaking, I passionately pressed my lips on hers.