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

and spoke with a quivering voice, “Mr. Lodge, I may not be clever, but you can’t continue deceiving me. Regardless

ago, she got drunk, resulting in a night

didn’t have a girlfriend. After

joy, she had assumed that they would eventually

down when she read in the newspaper

would still have sex

her tear-filled eyes, Alfred pulled out a cigarette and lit it up

she only needed to wait for six more months, that the news of his impending wedding was

an abundance of

apple bobbed several

the end, he sighed softly. “I’m sorry,

drew her close, but Melora didn’t want his touch.

him, her eyes red

loved

admiration, coupled with

tender voice, “I’ve 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

was fleeing from something pursuing him or as if he feared he might regret his actions the very

out of the bedroom, Alfred came to a

blood staining the pristine white surface.

the point where he was unable to spend the rest

manly way

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

beside the toilet bowl, crying

like this was unbecoming of her, but she couldn’t stop herself. After all, she would have to feign nonchalance once

good daughter and a good mother to Berthold

the public, she would have to be a top model.