Their friendship

Aron POV

"Why did you lie to me, Aron?" Jerry turned to question me when Sara left the corridor.

What do I tell her now? I have no idea how I told her the truth. Given how everything is interconnected, sharing my one true confession with her necessitates disclosing Sara's and my concealed secrets.

No, I can't tell her about my contracted marriage to Sara. Until Sara accepts my love proposal, I will not reveal this truth to anyone.

What happens, though, if Sara chooses Jerry's friendship over my offer? No way; she will never choose Jerry over me. Even though she hasn't publicly expressed her love for me, I am confident that she will accept my love proposal when I make it.

"I am asking you something; answer me." Jerry's eyes turned red in anger. I'm unsure where I found the courage to confront her today, but earlier, I was terrified to look into her irate eyes.

"Jerry, I don't want to lie to you, but even though you mistook her for my housemaid during a phone call, you called her "housemaid" when you came here. For that reason, I didn't believe it was important to tell you the whole truth about her." I briefly explained to her the reasoning behind my deception.

"Do you have an idea? Because of you, I insulted a talented author. If you had informed me earlier about her real identity, I would not insult her. Are you aware that every production studio wants to work with her because her books are so well-liked by young people?

It's my good luck that I found her in your house; otherwise, everyone is looking for an authoress naughty in town." She's still giving me a fierce glare.

"What?" When I heard Jerry, I gulped down my saliva.

I'm guessing that adults love Sara's novels a lot, but I'm not sure if producers are as interested in her writing. My possessiveness for Sara grew even stronger after I learned that everyone wanted to work with her.

She is a precious gem to me, and I don't want her to share it with anyone.

I assumed that Jerry would become enraged with Sara, preventing her from speaking to me, or perhaps she would severely punish me for lying to her. She responded, however, exactly the opposite way I had anticipated. When she learned about Sara's creative side, she looked very delighted. I'm concerned now that Jerry won't even consider leaving her for a moment.

I prayed to God that Sara would not accept Jerry's friendship. Only then will I be able to separate them.

We sat in the hall and waited for Sara's decision with patience. Sara opened her room's door and entered the hall.

"Sara, what did you decide?" Jerry moved away from her and motioned for her to take a seat on the couch.

I looked shocked upon seeing Jerry's respect for Sara. It never occurred to me that she could treat Sara with such dignity. Jerry's polite tone compelled me to wonder if she ever talked to me in such a sweet tone.

Never. She didn't talk to me in such a honey-dripped tone. My subconscious answered my question.

"Jerry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings by keeping the truth from you, but I lied to you at Aron's request so as not to aggravate you." Sara simply gave Jerry her full attention, acting as though I didn't exist in the hallway.

"It's okay, Sara. I already forgave you, and I can relate to your situation."

Oh no, my plan went wrong. After Jerry found out the truth, I believed they would never interact again, yet they did the exact opposite. Jerry never tried to talk to me in such a sweet tone, and Sara never tried to speak to me with such clarity. Their close relationship made me envious.

"Madam, if you agree to put your trust in me again, then I have no problem continuing my friendship with you." Sara's remarks demolished my hopes.

"Is your offer still available for me?" Sara questioned Jerry in a scared voice.

"Of course, I am eager to collaborate with you, and I no longer have to peruse the document. You can sign the contract with us immediately." She hugged Sara in front of me.

"Thank you, madam." Sara hugged her back.

"Sara, please don't call me madam; I feel embarrassed about my past behavior every time you call me madam."

"Since you are older and more experienced than I am, I must show you respect." Their cutesy gesture infuriated me and made my fury boil.

"Sara, you must be my office's assistant. If you accept my offer, I'll pay you whatever you want." I can't let her go that easily with Jerry around. I have to work at keeping her close to me.

"Aron, it's not about money; I like to write, and Jerry's offer is helpful for both my career and personal growth." Sara finally turned to look at me, reevaluating my offer.

How will I manage everything on my own if she refuses to work at my office? Her viewpoint is completely different from mine, which allows me to perceive things in a new light. And I don't want her to lose at all. I want to ignite a love for me in her heart, and to do that, I have to spend as much time as possible with her. For me to maintain balance, she must be a part of both my personal and professional lives.

If they worked together, she would surely fall in love with Jerry and forget about me. This woman never missed a chance to dash my hopes. I had never experienced rejection from a woman before, but Sara persistently rejected me in various ways. I wanted to get closer to her more and more, but the more she rejected me, She hurt my pride by saying no to me.

Although she is not as weak as she once was, I still intended to frighten her and make her work in my office. Jerry is behind her this time, so I can't point to her financial situation as a weakness. I need to identify her weak spots and use those weaknesses to my advantage to get her to come to my office.

Sara appeared very pleased with her choice as I looked at her face. She turned down my employment offer with no sadness at all. My mind started racing with additional aspects of her life in which she would be vulnerable to my manipulation.

"We're now busy with work, Aron, so please make our coffee and dinner." Jerry ordered me to cook food tonight.

Why does she act as though I'm her servant? Do I appear to her like a housekeeper?

I clenched my fist to keep from hitting her, and then I got up from the couch and went into the kitchen to calm down.