Crystal's One Night of Love

The luxurious room was dimly lit.

Melora lay on the soft bed, unable to move.

She could discern the faint scent of aftershave lingering on the pillow-the same brand that man always wore.

This was her third time getting kidnapped this month.

Every time, the man would kidnap her and blindfold her. He would use his necktie to bind her wrists, forcing her to sleep with him.

However, he never had sex with her.

He would only hug her to sleep at night and occasionally touch her.

A series of footsteps echoed at the door. The opposite side of the bed dipped, and gentle fingers made contact with her cheek.

She was a gorgeous woman.

His hands finally stopped roaming around her body as he gazed at her greedily.

Melora made no attempt to struggle or break free. The necktie serving as a blindfold gradually became damp from her tears. “Alfred, you’re getting married soon, aren’t you? Why do you kidnap me repeatedly like this? Do you consider me your mistress?”

The man was startled to realize that she knew his identity.

Melora was sobbing softly. Of course she knew it was him. She had recognized his distinctive scent instantly.

Perhaps he couldn’t bring himself to restrain her too tightly as she managed to wriggle free from the bonds that had tied her wrists together.

After removing the blindfold, she locked eyes with him.

chest was heaving.

lips and spoke with a quivering voice, “Mr. Lodge, I may not be clever, but you can’t continue deceiving me. Regardless of the circumstances, I won’t accept being

resulting in a night of passion

they would occasionally meet for sex since he didn’t have a girlfriend. After all, they had a child together, and he had asked her to wait

she had assumed

world came crashing down when she read in the newspaper that he was getting married to someone who wasn’t

would still have sex with

Alfred pulled out a cigarette and lit

tell her that she only needed to wait for six more months,

an abundance of time in her

Adam’s apple bobbed several times.

sighed softly. “I’m

her close, but Melora didn’t want

her eyes

knew she loved him very

love was a mixture of adoration and admiration,

prepared breakfast. Go wash your face. Leslie will arrange for someone to give you a ride home later.” His tone held a blend of a lover’s concern and

fleeing from something pursuing

out of the bedroom, Alfred came to a

wall, his blood

imposed too many restraints on himself, to the point where he

isn’t a manly way to live

to discover that Melora had given birth to his son. He had thought that two years would be. enough for him to let go of everything and concentrate on taking care of them both. Yet, het had reneged on

beside the toilet bowl, crying without

but she couldn’t stop herself. After all, she would have to feign nonchalance

a good daughter and a good mother to

the public, she would have to be a top