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.

I may not be clever, but you can’t continue deceiving me. Regardless of the circumstances, I won’t accept being a

drunk, resulting in

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

had assumed

she read in the newspaper that he was getting

still have sex with her.

her tear-filled eyes, Alfred pulled out a cigarette

for six more months, that the news of his impending

understood that a woman didn’t have an abundance of time in her youth to keep waiting for him.

bobbed several times.

the end, he sighed softly.

close, but

him, her eyes red

knew she loved him very

love was a mixture of adoration and admiration, coupled with memories of

arrange for someone to give you a ride home

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

bedroom, Alfred came to a stop in the corridor.

blood staining

on himself, to the point where he was unable to spend the rest of his life with

manly way to live at all!

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.

squatting beside the toilet bowl, crying without a sound.

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

would have to be a good daughter and a

would have to be a top model.