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.

with a quivering voice, “Mr. Lodge, I may not be clever, but you can’t continue deceiving me. Regardless of the

got drunk, resulting in a night

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

had assumed that

down when she read in the newspaper that he was getting married to someone

still have sex with her.

eyes, Alfred pulled out a cigarette and lit it up in frustration.

tell her that she only needed to wait for six more months, that the

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

Adam’s apple bobbed several times.

he sighed softly.

close, but Melora didn’t want his touch.

at him, her eyes

she loved him

was a mixture of adoration and admiration, coupled with

will arrange for someone to give you a ride home later.” His

bedroom, as though he was fleeing from something pursuing him or as if he feared he might regret

the bedroom, Alfred came to a stop

blood

imposed too many restraints on himself, to the point where he was unable to spend the rest of his life with the woman he

a manly way

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

the toilet bowl,

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

be a good daughter and a

have to be