Doormat

Sara POV

"Aaron, I'm afraid that's not right. Do not do this, please." When he released my lips, I pleaded with him once more.

"What's wrong with it? Don't you remember that we have a contract?" He sucked my neck and exhaled deeply on it.

I tried to stop him, but he didn't listen. He is so consumed by his lust that he has forgotten all about Jerry. How could he deceive her? I am deeply fond of Aaron and harbor numerous romantic sentiments toward him; however, I am remorseful for romanticizing him today, as I can not betray Jerry. He is Jerry's property, so he must be with her now. Even if I don't yet know the whole story, I still feel sorry for her. My heart yearns for Aron's love, but it does not belong to me, so I have to control my feelings.

He tried to slide his hand toward my lower abdomen, and I tried to push him away.

"What's wrong with you, Sara?" He looked at me in confusion.

"Aaron, this is wrong. Please get back to Jerry."

"Sara, I want you, not Jerry, so stop irritating me by mentioning her name." He ignored my plea and continued kissing me. I don't know why hearing Jerry's name made him angry.

I sighed deeply before surrendering to his insistence. His touch caused butterflies to flutter in my body. He stayed with me all night long. He did not sleep, nor did he permit me to do so. To my amazement, he didn't bring up Jerry once throughout the entire night. What kind of love is this? Aron was not in the mood to talk about her, but I was curious as to why he had changed his behavior toward Jerry.

Early in the morning, he left my room and went back to Jerry's. How come he treats me like a doormat? I don't understand. The weight of cheating on Jerry already weighs heavily on my heart, but after witnessing Aron's actions, I felt like a piece of used tissue paper.

I headed to the kitchen to make breakfast after taking a bath and getting into my cozy pajamas. Now that I've cured my feet, I can walk more comfortably.

"Sara, I need money. I have to give them money, or else they will kill me." Neil's text message landed on my phone. I have to talk to Aaron about my job at his company. Only then can I arrange such a huge amount for Neil.

"I'm currently arranging the necessary funds for you, so please allow me a little more time." I texted him and began to prepare breakfast.

By 9 a.m., neither Aron nor Jerry were visible in the dining hall. I don't think I should bother them because I believe they were preoccupied with their usual early-sex activities. Though picturing them together made my heart hurt, I now have to force myself to face reality. His sexual interactions shouldn't affect me, as he wasn't mine. Since they still hadn't arrived at 9:30 a.m., I decided to knock on their door.

"When are you going to eat breakfast, madam?" I rapped softly on her door, but she didn't reply. I didn't hear any moans from their room. I decided to open the door after realizing the room was silent.

I saw Aaron sleeping on the couch, and Jerry was sleeping in bed alone. How is this even possible? I am sure they fought; that's why he slept away from her.

"Mr. Finge, don't you want to go to the office today?" I questioned him politely.

"Sara, I'm exhausted from last night's hard work, so please allow me to sleep." In his sleep, he moved his face toward the couch wall while holding my hand.

I turned fearfully toward Jerry right away. What if she heard him? However, she was still dozing off well. Aron was not in the mood to wake up, so I carefully withdrew my hand from his hold and attempted to wake her.

"When would you like to eat breakfast, madam?" Despite my attempts to wake her, she was dozing off like a corpse.

Oh no, what happened to her? Right away, I checked her nerves. Thank God she is alive. I sighed in relief after seeing her alive since her sleeping posture created doubt in my mind that she was dead.

I turned to leave Aaron's room after glancing at his face. I got jealous of seeing him sleep soundly. How could he sleep peacefully after ruining my night's sleep? I got an evil idea to disturb his sleep. I went to the refrigerator to grab some cold water before returning to his room.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I splashed some cold water on his face, and he immediately yelled at me.

"Mr. Finge, good morning." I grinned triumphantly at having disturbed his quiet sleep.

"Why did you wake me up?" He wiped his face with his palm and gave me a fierce look.

"That's precisely what I was curious about. Why did you wake me up for the whole night and allow her to sleep peacefully?" I furrowed my brow and gestured toward Jerry.

"Please don't wake her up, Sara. Give me just 20 minutes, and I will join you in the dining room."

Why did his once-loud voice become a whisper? Why did he want to let her sleep through the night while keeping me awake? His concern for Jerry made my heart hurt even more. Why did he always treat me like an option?

I went back to the eating area and took a seat at the table. I must maintain a pleasant demeanor with him as I need to inquire about his job offer. He joined me in the dining room after 20 minutes. In his black suit, he looked gorgeous. His attractive appearance made my pulse race, but I quickly reminded myself that I had no claim to this man and that he belonged to Jerry.

"Aron, I am sorry. I didn't mean to disturb your sleep." He won't give me a job offer at his company if I don't treat him with respect.

"You don't have to apologize, Sara, as you prevented me from missing my crucial meeting." He smiled at me as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Oh, that's wonderful. I assure you that if I serve as your assistant, I will ensure that you never miss a single meeting." I made an effort to bring up the subject so he would ask me to work for his company.

"I have to leave now, Sara. I am getting late." When he received a text on his phone, he immediately jumped up from his chair, leaving his breakfast behind.

"But what about my job?" I attempted to speak with him, but he was in a rush and paid no attention to me.

After giving me a forehead kiss, he walked out to his office. I watched him leave the house.

Now, where would I arrange the money? Aron was my last hope, and he was not interested in offering me a job.