Out of energy

Sara POV

Huh… What did he think of himself? Why did he show such an attitude toward me? He was the one who revealed the truth to Jerry, so why did he express his anger toward me?

I stood at the main gate, watching his car leave the house.

I had such a difficult time falling asleep without him last night. I became dependent on his cozy presence on my bed, and when he wasn't there, I tossed and turned all night long. My heart was telling me to go check out what they were doing in his playroom, but I stopped myself since I knew it would only make me feel worse.

Throughout the entire night, my mind retained images of them having sex in various positions. Because my imagination is already so powerful as a writer, I could almost feel the tension in the air as I imagined them together, complete with Jerry's and Aron's groans and heavy breathing.

My body ached for his touch. I felt wet under my panty on imagining him around me. To resist the urge to feel his soft lips on mine, I bite my lip. I was torn between my desire to feel him inside me and his having sex with Jerry. I had assumed that I would be able to control my need for him, but in actuality, I find it more difficult to go to sleep without him.

My mind reminded me of all our past intimations. I was still able to recall the first time he raped me in his playroom. I never would have imagined that I would enjoy this kind of thing, but after living with Aaron, I, too, became addicted to his presence.

I was working on my laptop when my alarm buzzed in the morning, so I quickly shut it off and got out of bed to organize myself.

Aron must have been hungry because he didn't eat dinner last night, so I considered preparing breakfast early. I quickly showered and threw my damp hair up in a messy bun.

I don't have a preference when it comes to dresses; I just wear whatever is in my closet first to save time. I quickly put on a top alongside a pair of shorts that I had taken out of my closet. As Aron doesn't get up until after seven in the morning, I have no trouble working in the kitchen without restriction while he's not around.

When I wore short dresses around him, his hot stare concentrated on my thighs, so I avoided wearing short pants around him. When I made eye contact with him, his scorching look on my body always melted me like jelly and made butterflies flutter throughout my body.

I never expressed to him the sensation of his intense gaze on me, yet I find myself irresistibly drawn to him. His passionate gaze on me made me feel smitten every time.

I moved into the kitchen, shaking my head at the idea of lustful thoughts in the wee hours of the morning. Even though I know I should put some distance between us, I can't help but be obsessed with him.

It shocked me to see Aron in the kitchen so early. I pretended to be calm by wishing him a good morning when I was in the kitchen by myself. He made himself some coffee and did not respond to me.

Why did he ignore me? I told him that breakfast was ready and he didn't need to make it, but he disregarded me once more, acting as though I didn't exist.

I'm devastated to see him disregarding me. I ate my breakfast quietly while seated at the dining room table. Silently, he completed his breakfast and looked at me before rising from his seat. I find it challenging to control my wants for him as it is, and his intense staring at my body serves to fuel my lust even more.

I'm bothered by his silence. He didn't turn to look at me when I asked him the reason for his ignorance of me. His refusal to kiss my forehead before leaving the house broke my heart. I know I don't have any right to have any expectations of him, but still, my heart is not ready to let him go completely.

His car slid out of sight, and I focused back on my task.

I've never worked with Jerry before, so I'm delighted to start a new job today. After cleaning the kitchen, I went to the hall to wait for Jerry to join me, but she hadn't shown up as it was already nine in the morning.

Why is she still sleeping? How could she sleep for more than twelve hours when she had already gone to bed at nine-thirty?

My thoughts were racing with Jerry and Aron, and I found myself typing aimlessly on my laptop.

Aron did not let her sleep through the entire night, so she slept until now.

Did you not notice that Aron seemed quite exhausted in the morning and kept yawning? They both enjoyed their time together. My subconscious was agitated.

I started to picture them together again.

"Sara, good morning." Jerry's voice pierced my metal bubble.

"Jerry, good morning." I replied to her in a sad tone. After spending an enjoyable night with Aron, she looks fresh.

My excitement on the first day of my work immediately vanished as I saw her glowing face.

Any time Aron fucked her, I wished I could be there instead of Jerry.

"Why do you look so dejected?" Jerry's concerned voice caught my attention. n.

"Nothing. I'm doing fine. I will be back in a few minutes." Realizing that my choice to be friends with Jerry had permanently lost Aron filled me with emotion and tears.

I would feel somewhat relieved if I told Aron how I felt and he rejected me, but I truly can't help but push him away to keep my friendship with Jerry intact, even if I secretly adore him.

Although I don't usually enter into complicated relationships, this time, I found myself to be torn between friendship and love.

After crying out loud in my washroom, I washed off my face and then walked out of my room.

"Sara, can we start now?" Jerry had already showered and was waiting for me in the hallway with a coffee mug.

I don't want to write anything today because my emotions are overwhelming me, but I also don't want to take a leave on my first day of work, so I nodded in agreement. Jerry was telling me that I needed to write the opening scene, but all I could think of was Aron. I was hoping he would give me a call when I checked my phone, but much to my dismay, he didn't, not even once. Nevertheless, I completed my task and returned to my room to relax.

As he continued to ignore me, I felt as though my body was running out of energy. I made his favorite meal for supper, but to my dismay, he didn't get home until after midnight. Because I was concerned about him, I requested that Jerry call Aron.

Why she didn't seem worried about Aron when he hadn't returned home yet is a mystery to me. Throughout the day, she avoided mentioning Aron at all. When they don't care about each other, it's difficult to understand the type of love they share.

Jerry told me he had some essential work to do tonight, so he won't be returning home. When I heard this news, the rest of my body's vitality was similarly depleted, so I bid Jerry a peaceful night and went to bed.