New opportunity

Sara POV

I don't understand what's wrong with Jerry. Why is she still sleeping? She still hasn't woken up, and it is already midday. I was eager to learn about her past, which led her to become a sex addict, but I didn't want to disturb her peaceful sleep.

I was unable to concentrate on my going-on stories because I was so eager to write a new one about a sex addict. My mind is occupied with a new story plot and characters. I paced the hallway to relieve stress.

Why won't she wake up?

I peeked into her room, hoping that she would wake up. When she still hadn't woken up, I made myself sit on the couch and turn on my laptop to continue writing my stories. I need to set up some financial arrangements for Neil, but I'm still not sure how I'll manage it.

My face feels hot as I think about Aaron. Yet as soon as I thought about Jerry, my heart began to ache.

"Good morning, Sara." Jerry yawned and stepped into the hall. She still seems tired. I checked the time on my phone. It was already 2 p.m.

"Good afternoon, madam." I stepped away from the couch and greeted her with a bow.

"Is it afternoon?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yes," I showed her the time on my phone and nodded.

"How on earth did I manage to sleep for so long?" She gave herself a shocked forehead slap.

"What would you like to have?" I asked her for breakfast.

"Sara, please give me a strong cup of coffee; I'm still tired." She asked me to fetch her some coffee.

Since it was my lunch hour, I prepared my favorite chicken curry and rice for lunch. After serving her coffee, I sat down at the table.

"Please don't finish the chicken curry, Sara—I want some too." Jerry sat in a chair across from me in the dining hall and followed me.

I looked at the remaining chicken curry in the dish and nodded.

"It looks very delicious, Sara. Can I eat it now?" Her eyes dripped with desire upon seeing the chicken curry. When I noticed she was drooling over my lunch, I smiled and offered to share my chicken curry with rice. She set down her coffee and started eating her chicken curry.

"Sara, you are such a talented chef. I've never had food this delicious before." She complimented me while I was still eating rice.

"Thank you, madam." Every time she complimented me, I felt positive about myself. Finding admiration in the eyes of those who constantly criticize you brings you to a new level of bliss.

"Did you begin writing your new story, Sara?" She abruptly put down her food and gave me a serious look.

"Not yet." I expressed my sadness to her.

"Why? I am looking forward to reading your narrative." She looked dissatisfied with me.

"Madam, I find it difficult to relate to my main female character since she has become addicted to sex, but I can't figure out why she developed this addiction." I told her about my issue.

"Okay, let me help you with the plot correction." We talked about my story's plot while sitting on the couch after lunch. Aaron is no longer here to bother us, which relieves me.

"Sara, I've always imagined myself as a normal woman living a joyful life. However, my familial history prevented me from leading a typical existence. I was in love with a normal person, despite being from a mafia family. Despite his disapproval, my father consented to my marriage to this ordinary man because of my persistent requests.

However, on the night of my wedding, that man sold me to my father's adversary. They raped me for two months, giving me injections and drugs. One day, I managed to break out of their captivity, and I moved on from that city. I settled with my sister. However, at that point, my sex addiction made it impossible for me to manage my cravings.

I had several relationships with men, but I never felt really satisfied until I met Aaron. You know our companionship played a major role in our lives, and after being freed from the ruthless mafia, my life turned 360 degrees. I've met a lot of friends who own casinos, and many of them also own brothels. Although I own a respectable movie firm, nobody is aware of my true identity behind closed doors. I've never shared my life history with anyone before, except with you."

She grabbed my hand and cried out loud. Hearing her story made me feel numb because I had assumed that I was the only one with a painful history. However, after learning Jerry's story, I realized that many others had suffered far more than I had. I gave thanks to God that I was not in Jerry's shoes.

If I had a sex addiction, how would I respond? I questioned myself. My heart grew heavy with compassion for both Aaron and Jerry. Since Jerry used Aaron only to satisfy her lust, she didn't truly love him. As far as I'm aware, Aron just found physical consolation with Jerry, but he truly desires real love that can mend his heart.

"Thank you, madam, for sharing your story with me; now it will help me write a new story." I wiped off her tears with the help of tissue paper.

"I want others to realize that being a sex addict is not always a choice, so Sara, please write this tale. There are moments when life compels us to act villainously toward other people." Her gaze remains fixed on the ground, yet her words suggest a deeper, more nuanced meaning beyond my comprehension.

"Please provide me with the manuscript of this new story so I can work with my team to turn this book into a movie."

"What?" As I listened to her, my eyes widened in shock.

It never occurred to me that my written book could inspire a movie.

"What's causing you to act so surprised? Because I own a production company, I can naturally assist you in promoting your literature." She gave me the impression that a movie isn't that big of a problem.

"You know, content writers invest a significant amount of time and resources in crafting a new story."

"How much do they earn?" I asked her, incredulous.

"Twenty thousand dollars for one film."

"What?" Jerry's revelations today will undoubtedly cause me to have heart attacks.

"If you provide me with the manuscript, I can accurately estimate the amount you will receive for your book."

I again thanked God for providing me with a new opportunity to arrange money for Neil. If my story succeeds in making Jerry happy, she will provide me with money, which I can then easily offer to Neil.

Arons called, but I didn't want to disturb him again, so I ignored his call and started writing the new story plot with Jerry's help.