My regret

Sara POV

"Aron, leave me. You are hurting me." Even though I tried to break his grip on my hand, I couldn't move an inch.

"What were you doing with her?" His eyes turned red because of anger.

I just followed his instructions; therefore, I have no idea why he is angry. He should be pleased that his girlfriend is enjoying my body massage, but instead of displaying any signs of happiness, he is expressing his anger.

Did he simply want Jerry to make fun of me? Is it the reason he disapproved of my friendship with Jerry?

"Sara, don't bother her; I don't like what you did with her." He heard Jerry's footsteps and released his hold on my arms.

Did he know that I mixed her massage oil with itching powder? Perhaps that's why he became so upset with me.

"I am sorry; please don't tell her the truth. I will not repeat my mistake." I was scared of the notion of knowing the truth. If she finds out the truth, she'll kick me out of this house.

"Good girl. Please return to your room and refrain from attempting to approach her." He gave me a forehead kiss and motioned for me to go back to my room.

I don't understand why he kisses my forehead so often. He loved Jerry, then why he came to me to show his right over me. His behavior has already upset me, but his actions today have irritated me even more. He didn't leave Jerry alone with me for even a second. He didn't ever act as possessive toward me as he did toward Jerry.

"What are you doing, Sara?" I jumped out of bed upon seeing Jerry at my door.

"Did you need anything, madam? Why didn't you call me if you wanted something?" I was absorbed in my work, so much so that I forgot about Jerry while I worked on my new narrative on my laptop.

"I thought I would talk to you because I was growing bored in my room." She walked into my room. Her actions startled me. I don't understand why she came to talk to me while she spent most of her time with Aron.

I motioned for her to sit on the bed and said, "Welcome, madam."

Her burned ass made her sit awkwardly on the bed. I truly felt awful about what I had done to cause her pain. I simply intended to give her a good lesson so that she wouldn't offend me in the future, but she changed so drastically that all I could do now was regret what I did.

I sensed her soft side after our conversation. She is a normal woman, but her past has turned her into a sex addict. Before I could hear the whole tale, Aron cut us off, and the itching powder started to take action, making her jump with itchiness all over her body.

I assisted her in standing under the cold water because I didn't have an antidote for the itch-inducing powder. When Aron called the doctor from his phone, I became afraid that my throat dried up. I'm not sure what Aorn will do to me if the doctor arrives to check her out and reveals what's true.

I mixed the itching powder out of rage, but remorse flooded my heart when I saw her in trouble. I made every effort to relieve her itch. As I assisted her, my body also soaked up the water in the shower. I gently cleansed her clit because she had made me use massage oil on her clit, causing her vagina to itch.

Aron was standing in the restroom like a statue, refusing to assist me. Was her appearance so alluring that he couldn't bear to part with her?

"Am I disturbing you?" Jerry's voice broke my mental bubble.

"Not at all." I gave her a cushion so she could have a comfortable seat.

"Sara, are you writing a story?" She gave me a curious glance.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Would you please give me a copy of your story to read?" It pleased me to see her interested in my books.

"Where is Mr. Finge?" I could not control my curiosity when he didn't come to interrupt us, even after 30 minutes.

"He's preparing dinner for us." Her look remained unchanged when she answered me.

Why she stopped being interested in him is beyond me. But wait, Aron is cooking dinner; isn't that what she just told me?

"I've got to go to the kitchen, madam. He is not a skilled chef. He will undoubtedly ruin the kitchen." I jumped out of bed in terror.

"Sara, relax and let him cook. Your feet are hurting, so you need to rest." She grabbed my hand and forced me to sit back on the bed.

I let out a deep breath as I considered the state of the kitchen. She begged me to stroke her forehead as she rested her head on my lap. I've been seeing a whole new version of her since this morning. She behaves like a child and treats me like her mother.

"Are you okay, madam?" Even though I already felt awful about what I had done, my heart compelled me to treat her even more kindly after discovering her vulnerability.

"Sara, I was triggered by your question. As you pointed out, no one has ever taken the time to investigate why someone became a sex addict. I'm considering your question all the time. Please promise not to judge me if I tell you my story." Her cold, calculating eyes were on me.

Why does everyone fear judgment from others? There is nothing to be afraid of when it comes to facing your secrets because everyone has them.

"OK, madam, I will not tell anyone about your secret." I dried her tears and reassured her that I would protect her secret.

"Jerry, what are you doing here? I asked you to rest in your room; then why did you come to her room?" Once more, Aron interrupted us as he entered the room.

I don't understand what his problem is or why he gets so offended every time he sees Jerry with me.