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.

was

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

months ago, she got drunk, resulting in a night

he didn’t have a girlfriend. After all, they had a child together, and he had asked her to

had assumed that they would

in the newspaper that he was getting

still have sex with

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

six more months,

of time

bobbed

the end, he sighed softly. “I’m

close, but Melora didn’t want

at him, her eyes red with anger and

knew she loved him

love was a mixture of adoration and admiration, coupled with

“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

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

Alfred came to

blood staining

many restraints on himself, to the point where he was unable to spend the rest of his

a manly way to live at

could move on and had made the difficult decision to break up with Melora a few years ago. However, when they crossed paths once more, he was stunned 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 his

bathroom, Melora was squatting beside the toilet bowl, crying

couldn’t stop herself. After all,

would have to be a good daughter and a good mother to Berthold

would have to