Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Nancy was shocked by Crystal and Eric's behavior. She knew how Crystal felt about him, so it did not make sense that she was letting him feed her.

Eric smiled as Crystal chewed. "Do you like it, Darling?"

"It's not bad," Crystal replied. "But can you please not call me that?"

"Alright," Eric thought for a while, and then he said, "You can be 'My Little Pretty! 'Now get me a bowl of soup, My Little Pretty!"

Crystal gazed at her fork on the table. "I don't like that either," she grumbled.

"Be my baby, be my baby," Eric sang. It was an old Phil Spector song that had been made popular by The Ronettes in 1963. "Will you be My Little Baby?"

"Don't call me that either," Crystal hissed. "People will think that I am your child."

Eric chuckled." My little princess, if you please?"

"What is wrong with you?" Crystal hissed.

"What's wrong, My Little Princess? "He touched her chin playfully and said, "A little Princess depends on her parents. The Queen depends on herself, and the Princess depends on her husband... From now on, you will be My Little Princess."

Crystal raised her eyebrows. "What if I want to be a Queen?" She asked.

"Then you will be My Queen."

"Fine." Crystal folded her arms across her chest and said, "Call me what you want, just don't call me late for dinner. I am famished."

Nathan stared at the cozy couple. Since he had been shot in the abdomen, he had been having trouble holding down his food, but with all this food on the table, the scents were driving him crazy with hunger. His stomach growled, and when Eric heard it, he seemed to remember Nathan suddenly, and he said, "Oh, I forgot about Master Davis. I don't think that he has eaten anything yet."

Nancy stood up and said, "Should we serve him some food?"

"Maybe later," Eric laughed. Then he turned to Crystal and said, "Queen, feed me more meat."

Crystal nodded, and then she began to feed him patiently.

With the smell of food in the room and the sound of Nathan's stomach from time to time, Eric seemed to be in a good mood. In contrast, Nathan had begun to withdraw. He looked ill, but Crystal could see strength in his eyes. It was a power fueled by hate. If he gets the chance to kill Eric, he will do it - Crystal realized.

Nancy was eating quietly, and she was doing her best to keep to herself, but when her phone rang, everyone turned to stare at her. Eric glowered. He did not approve of cell phones at the table. At first, she ignored the phone, but it kept ringing, and Eric told her to answer it.

When Nancy pulled her phone out of her pocket, she saw that the call was coming from her father. She accepted it and said, "Daddy, I wasn't expecting this call. Is everything alright?"

"Is this Miss Carter?" asked the voice on the other end of the line. It was not her father.

It wasn't even a man.

"Uh, hello. Who are you...?"

"Never mind that," the woman replied.

"Your father, Mr. Carter, has been in a car accident. We found his mobile phone in his pocket and called you. Are you his daughter?" Nancy felt like she had been punched in the gut. Suddenly, she found it difficult to breathe, and she could not process the words that she was hearing. The room seemed to be spinning, and she had to grip the table to prevent herself from falling out of her chair.

Crystal could see that something was wrong. She put her hand on her friend's arm and said, "Nancy? What happened? Is everything alright?"

"It's my Dad..." Nancy murmured. She passed the phone over to Crystal and said, "You talk to them."

As soon as Crystal was done talking on the phone, she said, "Don't worry, your father is not dead."

Nancy's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"That was the Seattle police department, they said that your father has been sent to the hospital. He is safe now."

"And everything is fine?"

"Not quite," Crystal admitted. "He is in a coma, and he might be paralyzed from the waist down."

"Why was he in Seattle?" Eric asked. Nancy sighed and said, "He was there for work..."

"The police think the accident was caused because her father was distracted," Crystal explained. "There was a newspaper in the car, and there was an article about her and her mother on the front page."

Nancy frowned. "What do my problems have to do with my mother?" she asked.

"I also think it's weird," Eric said. "Don't worry. I will have one of my servants book our tickets to Seattle, and Crystal can have a copy of the newspaper faxed to the castle ASAP."

Crystal smiled. "Thank you for helping my friend book a plane ticket. What's the fax number here?"

Eric leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I can tell you," he said. "But how will you reward me?"

"Will a kiss suffice?"

Eric's eyes lit up, and he smiled wickedly. "I want a tongue kiss."

Crystal felt her body tense up. She thought - But I don't even want a peck.

Eric stared at her gloomily. He had hoped that once they were married, she would loosen up. By now, he had thought that he would be fucking her, but she still balked at the thought of a little bit of tongue action. He wanted to force her the way that Paul had forced Nancy, but he was afraid of Crystal's temper, and he knew that it would give Nathan a measure of satisfaction to see her refuse him. What am I going to do? - he worried.

Suddenly, Eric remembered that the ball was in his court. "I am going to touch you now," he whispered. "And if you resist me, I will not help your friend."

Eric cupped Crystal's left breast with his right hand, and he was stunned when she pushed it away. "How dare you?" he growled.

"I will not allow you to take your liberties with me!" she hissed. "If you do not help Nancy, then so be it. I can figure out a way to help her without you. I am not some helpless woman. I don't need you. The reason I came here was in part to get away from you, or did you forget that."

As a matter of fact, he had forgotten that.

Eric struggled to speak, but nothing came out of his mouth, and when Crystal walked away from the table, there was nothing that he could do to stop her.