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 heaving.

her 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 a

resulting in

for sex since he didn’t have a girlfriend. After all, they

she had assumed that

read in the newspaper that he was getting married to someone who wasn’t

he would still have sex with

a cigarette and

wait for six more months, that the news of his impending wedding

abundance of time in her youth to keep waiting

apple bobbed

the end, he sighed softly.

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

him, her eyes red with

loved

admiration, coupled

“I’ve prepared breakfast. Go wash your face. Leslie will arrange for someone

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

came to a

the wall, his blood staining the pristine white

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

isn’t a manly way

he 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

the bathroom, Melora was squatting beside the toilet bowl, crying without a sound.

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

daughter and a good mother to Berthold again.

have to be a top model.