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.

the man she had loved for years, Melora 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 of passion with him.

girlfriend. After all, they had a child together, and he

had assumed

came crashing down when she read in the newspaper that he was getting

so, he would still

tear-filled eyes, Alfred pulled out a cigarette

she only needed to wait for six more months, that the news of his

a woman didn’t have an abundance of

bobbed

end, he sighed

her close, but Melora didn’t

her eyes

knew she loved him very

mixture of adoration and admiration, coupled with memories of their lovemaking sessions.

spoke in a husky, tender voice, “I’ve prepared breakfast. Go wash your face. Leslie will arrange for someone to give you a ride home later.” His tone

he was fleeing from something pursuing him or as if he feared he

the bedroom, Alfred came to a

the wall, his blood staining the pristine

to the point where he was unable to spend the

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

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

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

would have to be a good daughter and a

she would have to be a top