Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Michelle glared at the condom in Paul's hands. "What's that for?" she asked.

Paul smirked. "With a bit of protection, I think I might be able to manage an erection."

"I don't want this!" Michelle exclaimed.

"Aren't we trying to have a baby?!?!"

Paul sighed and said, "I don't like it either. But not enough time has passed since your miscarriage. It is too soon to try again."

"But I want a baby," Michelle whined.

"And you will get one," Paul told her. "You need to be patient, though."

"Fine," she humped. "It will be as you say."

Michelle lifted her skirt and lay on the bed, seducing Paul with her thighs and their promises. "What are you waiting for?" She asked. "Come on..." She was exceptionally good at seducing men, and most men could not resist her charm. She was the opposite of Nancy, who was conservative and boring.

Paul's pupils dilated, and a predatory look graced his face.

Michelle threw the skirt over his head. "I'm waiting for you," she laughed.

Paul gripped her panties with his teeth, but just as he began to pull them down her legs, his phone rang, and he froze. Almost immediately, his interest in sex disappeared. He slipped out from under her dress and grabbed his phone.

It was Nancy. Paul pressed the hang-up button indifferently, knowing that she would call again.

Sure enough, a moment passed, and the phone rang again. Paul picked it up, and before Nancy could say anything, he said, "I can't talk right now. I am swamped."

"You bastard!" Nancy shouted. "You sent those pictures. Didn't you?"

"Me?" Paul asked innocently. "Why, I have never been so insulted. Have you considered that the pictures were taken by one of the many reporters that were on hand? If you want to blame anyone, maybe you should blame Eric. After all, he was the one that invited everyone..."

The line went quiet for a long time after Paul finished speaking, and for a minute, he thought that they had been disconnected.

Finally, Nancy said, "Fine. Even if you didn't submit the pictures, I know that you were responsible for the show. If it were not for you, there would not have been anything to report on. Will you admit to that at least?"

"If I do, then what?"

"Then I will hate you forever!"

"My poor naïve child." Paul chuckled.

"What is hate? Isn't it true that you cannot hate something unless you first love it? Love. Hate. They are two sides to a coin."

Michelle could hear Nancy's voice, and the longer Paul talked to her, the angrier she became, and she became more aggressive than ever.

Michelle took off all her clothes, and as she rubbed her naked body against Paul, she moaned. "I'm so hot..."

Paul pushed her away. "Wait. Be patient." "No, I want you now... I am so wet..."

****

When Nancy heard Michelle's voice, she felt like she had been struck by lightning, and she hung up the phone. She felt stupid. Why can't I stop thinking about Paul? - she asked herself - After all, he is a piece of shit, an abusive husband, and a deadbeat dad!

Crystal patted her shoulder. "What do you want to do?" she wondered.

Nancy thought about it for a moment, and then she said, "Since he cares so much about Michelle, I will ruin her."

"Then what?"

"Then I will kill myself." Nancy rolled her eyes. "Isn't that obvious?" she asked.

Crystal was slightly surprised. "Nancy, tell me that you are kidding."

"I'm not." Nancy closed her eyes to keep the pain in. "I couldn't do it before. I was too much of a coward. But I am stronger now."

Before Crystal could say anything about that, Nancy's phone rang. It was Paul.

Nancy accepted the call but said nothing. "Are you declaring war on me?" he asked.

"You'll see," Nancy replied ominously. "I didn't call to beg you to take me back if that is what you were thinking."

Paul was taken aback. That is exactly what he had been thinking. A few seconds passed, and then he said, "You should be begging me to take you back. You would be if you knew what was good for you."

"I already begged you," Nancy shouted. "How much good did that do? I still don't even know what you want from me, but I don't care. Do you know what I want from you? To be free of you. If I begged you, would you let me go? No, you would not. So, why should I pointlessly degrade myself?"

"Shut up!" Paul roared, cutting her off mid-sentence. "Nancy, you are the most annoying person on this God-forsaken planet. Did you know that?"

"I hope I annoy the shit out of you," Nancy replied. "And Paul... if my Dad has any problems, you had better start sleeping with one eye open. If anything happens to him, I might burn down your villa!"

Paul frowned. "What's wrong with your father?"

"Don't play stupid. I know what you did!"

"Oh, tell me. What did I do?"

"My father was distraught about what he read in the newspapers, and it caused him to get into a car accident."

"That is a bit of a stretch," Paul argued. "Your old man was a bad driver, and bad drivers get into accidents. So you are lucky that he's lived as long as he has. And besides, he deserves whatever he gets for impregnating your wh*re of a mother!"

"How dare you? Nancy roared. "Say what you want about me, but my mother is off limits!"

"Off-limits?" Paul scoffed. "That bitch is on the cover of every newspaper around the world. From now on, her reputation will precede her wherever she goes - and it will be the same for her little wheel -..."

Suddenly, Paul felt Michelle take his manh**d into her mouth, and he lost his train of thought. He groaned and grabbed her hair. "Michelle," he muttered. "D-Don't..." and then, "D-Don't s-stop."

His member had finally risen to the occasion.

On the other end of the line, Nancy could hear slurping and moaning, and she had a fairly good idea of what was going on. She felt like she was going to be sick. "Goodbye," she snarled. And then she terminated the call.

****

That evening, Crystal accompanied Nancy to the airport, and Eric's bodyguards followed in a car behind them. Crystal had set up everything in advance, but when they got there, a Spanish clerk said, "I am sorry, but there are no tickets under your name, and the flight is sold out."

"No tickets?" Crystal frowned. "Are you sure? We booked them over the phone."

The clerk gave them an apologetic look and said, "I double-checked. Nothing. Nada. De nada. Now can we get this line moving, please?"

Nancy frowned and looked at the board. Then she asked if there were any indirect flights. "I don't care how many transfers I need to make," she said. "I need to get to Seattle!"

The clerk sighed impatiently and said, "I'm really sorry. This is very unusual, and there is nothing that I can do... Now can you please move along?"

Crystal touched Nancy's shoulder and said, "Come on Nancy. We will figure something out".

"Yes, we will." She shot the clerk a nasty look and said, "This isn't over."

Nancy was not stupid. She thought - This is too much of a coincidence. Paul must have had something to do with this.. And then she allowed herself to be led away.