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.

parted her lips and spoke with a quivering voice, “Mr. Lodge, I may not be clever,

drunk, resulting in a night of

that, whenever he traveled to Barnwood, they would occasionally meet for sex since he didn’t have a girlfriend. After all, they had a child together, and he had asked her to wait for him for two years.

with joy, she had assumed that

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

he would still have sex with her.

out a cigarette and lit it up in

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

of time

apple bobbed

the end, he sighed softly. “I’m

tenderly drew her close, but Melora didn’t

at him, her eyes

knew she loved

a mixture of adoration and admiration, coupled with memories of their lovemaking

Go wash your face. Leslie will arrange for someone to give you a ride home later.”

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

stepping out of the bedroom, Alfred came to a stop in

punched the wall, his blood staining the pristine

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

way to

they crossed paths once more, he was stunned to discover that Melora had given birth to his son. He had thought that

the bathroom, Melora was squatting beside the toilet bowl, crying

knew to cry like this was unbecoming of her, but she couldn’t stop herself. After all, she

would have to be a good daughter and a good

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