Hunger strike

Sara POV

"I love you, Sara." His words are still echoing in my ears. I can't believe he confessed his feelings to me. I had been dreaming of these three beautiful words from him, and now that he has declared his love for me, I am at a loss for how to react. I want to tell him loud and clear how much I love him, but I'm still unsure how Jerry feels about Aron.

How could it be that after several sex sessions with him, she never felt anything for him? Because of his addiction, he also bound me to him, and now that I've fallen in love, I'm confident she felt the same way. He loves me, though. He believes I am worthy of his affection.

My heart wants to jump into happiness. However, until I am completely certain that Jerry has no feelings for Aron, I can not accept his offer of love. I typically follow my heart rather than my brain, but in Aron's case, I want to make a sensible decision because I have previously witnessed the consequences of past decisions that I made only after listening to my emotions.

I glanced at the clock before opening my door to enter the kitchen. I realized that I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. My stomach grumbled as I thought about what to cook tonight. However, I noticed Jerry was preparing dinner when I walked into the kitchen. Since I had never seen her cook, I was taken aback to see her in the kitchen.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, Sara. Since you must be tired, why don't you sit in the hallway and talk with Aron?" When she noticed me standing close to the kitchen island, she smiled.

My stomach was growling again, so I grabbed some fruit from the fridge and headed into the hall to eat before helping Jerry prepare dinner. I saw Aron enter the hall, and my grape lodged in my throat. Now, how will I respond to his question? I turned on the TV to shield myself from his probing stare.

"Tell me what you decided, Sara." He stood in front of me, blocking my view of the television.

"Aron, I haven't thought about your proposal yet; I need more time to think." I turned my neck to watch my favorite TV serial.

"Tell me, then, how much time you need to think." He took a seat beside me on the couch. The sense of his closeness sent shivers down my spine.

Why was he sitting so close to me? I moved to create distance between us, but he shifted his body in the opposite direction. What's wrong with him? When I couldn't slide off the couch, I got up. As his arm touched my arm and his thigh touched my thigh, I struggled to control the tingling sensation.

"Sara, what's wrong?" He gave me a cheeky smile. I moved to the other couch to get away from his piercing stare. My stomach churned once again as I looked down at the bowl of grapes. Aron placed the bowl on the couch. But how can I now ask him to pass it to me? I don't understand why he gave me that foolish smile when he saw me.

"Do you want this, Sara?" He waved the bowl in front of my eyes.

"Aron, please let me eat it; I'm hungry." I struggled with him to get the bowl out of his grasp.

"No, if you let me feed you, I'll let you eat these grapes."

"No, I can consume it on my own." I struggled to take the bowl from his hand, so I sat quietly in my place, but a grumbling sound in my stomach forced me to kneel at his demands.

"OK, Aron, you can feed me." I let out a deep breath upon seeing his toothy smile. Even though I am aware that he is attempting to win my heart, I will not accept his proposal of love until I am completely certain that he has changed for the better.

I do not wish to be a toy once more. Maybe he mistook his attraction to me for love because I am well aware of his sex addiction. Maybe he will leave me in the same way that he refused to have any feelings for Jerry. I must exercise extreme caution before accepting his love, as I cannot risk him abandoning me in the same manner he did with Jerry.

He looked into my eyes while a grape in his hand waited for me to open my mouth. His intense gaze seemed to be searching for something in my eyes. My heart skipped a beat as I made eye contact with him. Don't look into his eyes.my subconscious warned me.I immediately turned my gaze to the television screen.

"Sara, how long will you keep your affection for me hidden? I know you also feel love for me. Why don't you accept it?" His murmur makes me feel butterflies in my stomach.

I want to pack his lips in a gentle kiss to convey my feelings to him since my words are not enough to convey my love for him. But I control my desire to kiss him and stick to my decision not to confess my feelings to him anytime soon.

My phone buzzed with Neil's text. "Sara, thank you for sending money; now I will be coming soon to release you from that prison." I shuddered as I read his text.

What should I tell Neil right now, since I don't want to leave Aron? Since I understand the pain of relationship rejection, I don't want to hurt his feelings by being honest with him. As a teenager, I endured numerous rejections in romantic relationships, and I don't want Neil to experience the same pain.

But I love Aron, and I want to live my life with him. I wanted to ignore his text and enjoy my life with Aron, but I couldn't leave it unanswered. He will keep texting me until I give him a response. What can I say to him, though?

"I will meet you soon." I replied to his text and set my phone on the side table. Another text notification buzzed through my phone right away. My hand was about to reach up to check my text, but I paused when I noticed Aron staring at me.

"Sara, is everything all right?" He raised his brow at me in suspicion.

"Yes, everything is all right." I instantly covered my anxiety with a false smile. Should I tell him about Neil? I don't want to hide the truth about Neil from Aron, but I can not take the risk of revealing it to him, especially when he confessed his feelings to me.

"Dinner is ready." As she entered the hall, Jerry invited us to the dining room. I was so hungry that I leaped off the couch to eat dinner.

"Jerry, your cooking is excellent." I couldn't hold my hunger and began to eat without waiting for them to start their dinner.

"Thank you, Sara; I am glad you like the food." She smiled sweetly and served food for Aron and herself.

"Tell me now, Sara, do you love me or not?" He whined like a child when he saw me.

"Aron, why are you in such a rush to ascertain my feelings for you? When my heart permits me to tell you how I truly feel about you, I will." I devoted myself to the delicious food and answered his question.

"If you don't respond to me right away, I won't eat dinner." He placed a hand over his chest, threatening to go on a hunger strike.

"Aron, this method is too old to manipulate. If you want to know my answer, then you have to think of a different way to trick me." I grinned at his outbursts and returned my attention to my meal.