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

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,

drunk, resulting in a night of

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

she had assumed that they would eventually

down when she read in the newspaper

so, he would still have sex with her.

tear-filled eyes, Alfred pulled out a cigarette and lit it up in

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

understood that a woman didn’t have an abundance of time in her youth

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sighed softly. “I’m

drew her close, but Melora didn’t want

at him, her eyes red with anger

knew she loved him

a mixture of adoration and admiration, coupled with memories

your face. Leslie will arrange for someone to give you a ride home later.” His tone held a blend of

he hastily departed from the bedroom, as though he was fleeing from something pursuing him

out of the bedroom, Alfred came to a stop

punched the wall, his blood

the point where he was unable to spend the rest of his life with the woman

a manly way to live at all!

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

bathroom, Melora was squatting beside the toilet

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

daughter and a good mother to

she would have to be