Her tender side

Sara POV

"Sara, which institute did you learn massage therapy from?" She was enjoying my massage.

It amazes me that a simple massage can transform her into an adorable aunt. She's speaking to me so tenderly right now. Hearing her lovely voice made me feel a little guilty about what I had done to her only a few minutes before in an attempt to teach her a valuable lesson. However, since I have already massaged oil all over her body, there is little I can do to assist her at this point.

"Would you like some coffee, madam?" I tried to disregard her questions about my education because I didn't want to lie to her any longer about my massage therapy degree.

"Sara, please don't put too much pressure on your injured feet. I'll make us some coffee."

"What?" When I heard her, my jaw fell open.

How did she become so kind to me? Is this all a result of my clit-rubbing? I questioned myself.

"Allow me to assist you." I assisted her in getting out of bed, as she was struggling to do so due to her burnt posterior. I thought it would be a fantastic opportunity to hear Jerry's perspective on sex since I've always been curious about women's sex addiction. I followed her in the kitchen and helped her make coffee.

"Madam, can I ask you something?" I felt compelled to pose a question when I observed her in a positive mood.

"Yes, of course." She seems really in a positive mood today.

"After I touched your clit, how did you feel?" I questioned her directly.

"It was a nice experience. Sara, I've never felt such a soft touch on my body. You have magical hands." Her eyes were full of love as she gazed at me.

Oh no, did his sugar mommy turn into a homosexual? I felt uncomfortable when she gazed at me with hungry eyes.

"How did you develop a sex addiction, madam?" I have no idea how I found the confidence to ask her this question, but I was so curious that I couldn't help but ask her.

"Sex addict?" She raised her brow at me.

Oh no, my question seemed to have offended her.

"I am sorry, madam; it's ok if you don't want to tell me. The only reason I'm interested in learning about your path to sex addiction is because I want to write a book on it." I muttered under my breath.

"What have you just said?" She gave me a perplexed expression.

"Nothing." In terror, I bent my head.

"Do you write books?" She has extremely keen ears and was able to hear my whispers.

"You know, I like to read new books. I've recently grown to love Authoress Naughty's books. However, that mysterious writer kept her identity secret from the world. If I had the opportunity, I would like her autograph."

When she mentioned the authoress naughty, her face brightened up. I wanted to tell her that an authoress naughty was standing in front of her, but I felt it was not the right time to tell her the truth. I will certainly share the truth with her once I have successfully written my new story about sex addicts.

"No, I am just thinking of writing a story." I attempted to deceive her.

"All right, then let me know what you plan to write." She asked me to sit on the couch in front of her.

I looked at her in surprise when she asked me to sit in front of her. I sat quietly in front of her.

"Tell me what you decided to write." She gave me another questioning glance.

"I'm considering writing about the woman's story—how her early traumas caused her to conceal her tender side behind her icy, merciless exterior and develop a sex addiction. Thus, I need your assistance to understand what it's really like to have sex frequently.

I observed that you two have excellent chemistry and are highly sexually active." I'm not sure why, but when it came time to discuss the character in my book, I couldn't stop talking.

"So you keep your eyes on us, right?" With a sip of her coffee, she arched a brow at me.

"I am sorry; I didn't mean to say this. All I'm trying to do is give my characters a more grounded feel." Since I already knew how impolite she could be, I apologized right away for asking such direct questions.

My phone rang with Aron's number, but I didn't want to waste this opportunity to learn about Jerry's perspective, so I declined his call.

"Sara, you don't seem comfortable in this position. You're welcome to put your feet on my lap."

What happened to Jerry? Why had she suddenly become an angel? When I witnessed her humility, remorse shot through my heart.

"Please place this cushion under your ass, madam; it will make sitting more comfortable." I immediately returned her favor.

She told me about her experience in the world of sex. In my notes, I recorded her experiences. When I asked her why she became sexually addicted, her eyes filled with dark emotions. She stopped talking and gazed at the coffee cup for around five minutes. My curiosity increased even more upon seeing her silent.

"It's a long story, Sara." She let out a deep sigh. I am free to listen to your story, madam. I gave her a quick wink to let her know that I would keep her secret.

Since I am not someone who reveals anyone's secret to people directly, I have the talent to reveal people's dark secrets more creatively.

"Sara, like any innocent girl, led a typical life until an unexpected tragedy completely turned it upside down." Tears formed in her eyes.

When I noticed tears in her eyes, my heart softened. I had already regretted mixing itching powder into her massage oil, and now that I saw tears in her eyes, I felt more guilty about my past actions. I got up from my place and wiped away her tears. She placed her head on my shoulder and grasped my hand. To soothe her, I ran a hand over her hair.

"What the hell are you doing?" Aron entered the hall.

"What happened to you? Why did you come so early?" Jerry and I gasped in shock, staring at him as he stood before us.