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

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 me. Regardless of the circumstances, I won’t

resulting in a night of passion with him.

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

joy, she had assumed that they would eventually marry.

in the newspaper that

so, he would still have sex with

at her tear-filled eyes, Alfred pulled out a

needed to wait for six more months, that

abundance of time in her youth to keep waiting for him.

bobbed several times.

sighed softly.

her close, but

her eyes red with anger and hurt.

knew she loved him very much.

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

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

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

the bedroom, Alfred came to a stop in the

blood staining the pristine

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

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

bathroom, Melora was squatting beside the

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

have to be a good daughter and a good mother to Berthold again.

she would have to be a top