Truth and dare

Aron POV

"Aaron, don't be stubborn; you haven't eaten since morning, so you must be hungry," Jerry said with concern when I refused food until Sara told me how she felt about me.

"No, until she lets me know what she thinks of me, I won't eat anything." Jerry held up the food platter to me, but I wouldn't look at it.

"Why don't you tell him exactly how you feel about him, Sara?"

Jerry asked Sara to share her sentiments with me, but she refused to give in to my hunger strike, sitting motionless in her chair. She doesn't seem to love me based on how she consumes her meal.

When, despite Jerry's efforts, she refused to confess her emotions to me, I became even more enraged. What's the matter with her?

Enraged, I stepped out of my chair and headed toward the hall.

"Don't be upset, Aaron. She was just making fun of you because you were anxious about her response." Jerry trailed me down the hallway.

Why is she unwilling to disclose her genuine sentiments regarding me, given that she is aware of my desperation? I'm so frustrated that I can no longer contain it. I tried several approaches to find out how she felt, but she was throwing tantrums at me instead of sharing her feelings with me.

"You know me, Jerry—I'm not patient. Why, then, is she starting to irritate me?"

While I screamed at the top of my lungs, my stomach growled. My anger intensified my hunger, but I embarked on a hunger strike, preventing me from eating at that moment.

"Please don't be angry; let me come up with a solution for you." She asked me to eat again.

"But please, eat something first; your stomach is growling."

"No, I won't eat anything until she confides in me about her feelings." I sat down on the couch and crossed my arms over my chest.

"What is going on here?" Sara finished her dinner and came into the hall.

"Nothing; all we intended to do was celebrate his victory." I turned a bewildered glance to Jerry.

"What victory?" Upon hearing Jerry, she shrugged her shoulders.

How could she forget that I won an award today? When I noticed her toothy grin, my rage just grew.

"Aron and I are going to toast his award-winning achievement with a bottle of scotch. Would you like to join us?" After selecting one bottle of Scotch from the bar's section, Jerry requested that Sara come along.

"No, my stomach is full enough; I don't want to drink alcohol." To infuriate me even more. She rubbed her stomach and gave a loud burp. When she burped, my stomach rumbled even louder. When she heard my churning stomach, she burst out laughing.

"Sara, I hate you." When I saw her laugh, I expressed my irritation with her.

"Really? Why did you say you loved me if you hated me?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"I'd prefer not to speak with you." I turned my face away from her. Why does she enjoy making fun of me?

"Aaron, let's toast to your accomplishment." Jerry reached out to offer me a glass of Scotch.

"I have no desire to drink scotch." I declined to accept the scotch glass from Jerry's hand.

"If you want to know about her feelings, follow my instructions in silence." She leaned over me to whisper. I grabbed the scotch glass out of her hand and started talking to Jerry right away.

"Would you like to play truth or dare, Aaron?" She carried an empty bottle of scotch to roll about on the table.

"It's a fantastic idea, Jerry. I like this game." I grinned widely upon realizing that Sara was frowning at me from across the hallway.

"I'd like to play this game, too." Sara approached us and asked Jerry if she could play this game with us.

"I don't think you can join us in this game, Sara." Jerry cast a dejected glance toward Sara.

"Why?" Sara gave her a perplexed look.

"This game has a few simple rules, but I don't think you can follow them." I was staring at Jerry with curiosity, wondering what she had done to elicit Sara's emotional response.

"In this game, you have to drink scotch and honestly respond to all our questions."

"Oh, I have no issue with that. I promise to abide by these guidelines." Sara insisted Jerry let her play the game. Jerry gave me a thumbs-up as Sara and I sat around the glass table.

Jerry rolled the Scotch bottle, and I lost the game. Jerry inquired as to how I met Sara after I swallowed the scotch as punishment. After glancing at Sara's face, I told Jerry about our first meeting.

When the game resumed, Jerry lost, and Sara had an opportunity to question her. Sara wanted to ask Jerry if she had any romantic feelings for me. Her question surprised me because I don't know why she still doesn't believe Jerry and I were not in a love relationship. Jerry took a sip of her scotch and gave a nod.

The game continued, but I missed the opportunity to ask her the question that prompted us to start playing it. The scotch is beginning to hold on to her thoughts, causing her to lose control. This was the ideal moment to probe her about her feelings, so I prayed to God to ensure my victory in the game. God heard my prayer, and this time, I emerged victorious, leaving Sara trailing behind.

Jerry gestured for me to interrogate Sara, asking her to take a big sip from her scotch glass. I was going to ask her the question when Sara's phone rang and the screen showed an unknown number.

"Sorry, I have to attend this call." She moved from her place and walked to a different hallway nook to use her phone.

Whose call is this—that she went across the hall to have a private conversation with him? Could this be a call from one of her lovers? No way; she can not talk to any man other than me. I went to listen in on her phone conversation, but by the time I arrived, she had already ended the call.

"Sara, who were you conversing with?" I looked at her with a doubtful gaze.

"Oh, he was one of my old school friends." She glanced at her phone's screen as though she could see her friend's face through the dark screen.

"Please hand me your phone." To find out who she was speaking with, I requested that she give me her phone. She handed me her phone, and I immediately tried to unlock it to check the number. However, she lost her equilibrium before I could question her about her password. Before she collapsed to the ground, I held her in my arms and put her phone on the side table.

"You, Aaron Finge, my hero, kept me from falling. Want to know how I feel about you, Aaron?" She found it difficult to open her eyelids because of the scotch effect.

When I finally had the chance to find out what she thought of me, I nodded excitedly.

"My billionaire CEO, you are so dominant. I enjoy how you kiss me and how you make your rights known. Sometimes, you become a pain in my ass, but other times show your care for me. Aron, I love the way you love me." She gave me a passionate kiss after gazing intently into my eyes.

I froze as I felt her fiery kiss. I wanted to lose myself in her kiss, but I felt uneasy with Jerry in front of me.

"Don't waste this important moment of your life, Aron. She loves you." As she heard Sara's confession, Jerry wiped away her tears.

I held Sara in my arms in bridal style and took her into my room to show her the depth of my love for her. However, she declined to enter my room.

"What makes you refuse to enter my room?" I gave her a confused look.

"It's time for you to stop your hunger strike, Aron." I returned to the dining hall, holding her in my arms and grinning at her words.