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

quivering voice, “Mr. Lodge, I may not be clever, but you can’t continue deceiving me. Regardless of the circumstances, I won’t

she got drunk, resulting in a night

to Barnwood, they would occasionally meet for sex since he didn’t have a girlfriend. After all,

with joy, she had assumed that they

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

so, he would still have sex with her.

a cigarette and lit it up in

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

a woman didn’t have an abundance of time in

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end, he sighed softly. “I’m

tenderly drew her close, but Melora didn’t want

him, her eyes red with anger and

knew she loved

and admiration, coupled with memories

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 a

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

bedroom, Alfred came to a stop in the

blood staining the pristine

his life, he had imposed too many restraints on himself, to the point where he was unable to spend the

a manly way to live at

believed 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

the bathroom, Melora was squatting beside the toilet

but she couldn’t stop

to be a good daughter and a good mother to

public, she would have to be a top model.