Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

She had to admit that the little bitch had a really good figure, no worse than a model or an actress.

The waistcoat on her could hardly cover up her exquisite figure.

Andrey would be satisfied.

To flatter Andrey, she even took out one of her favorite sexy dresses for the little bitch.

"Anything wrong?" Savannah asked nervously.

"Nothing," Abby smiled and sighed, "I just didn't know you're really in great shape. I'm not a man, or I'd get nosebleeds now. Andrey's right. Being a designer is such a waste for you with such a good figure. Are you interested in show business? In fact, as long as you talk to Mr. Sterling, you'll surely get more than you have now."

Savannah paused and said, "Thank you, Abby. But I don't have any relationship with Mr. Sterling as you thought…"

"Well, take it easy, I'm only joking. Have a drink, and I'm going to change." Abby gave Savannah a glass of lemonade her assistant had just brought in. Then she went into the changing room.

Savannah was a little thirsty. She finished the lemonade while waiting for Abby. After a while, Abby got changed and came out.

"You look nice." Savannah put down the glass and said.

Abby glanced at the empty glass; a faint sickly smile flickered across her lips.

The lemonade was assisted with some aphrodisiac.

She had expected to spend the night with Andrey, so she prepared the aphrodisiac to add to the fun for herself.

But Savannah took her place.

Abby stood in front of the dressing mirror, looking at herself in the mirror absently. "It's pretty good. But I don't think my headdress matches it. I have a purple diamond hair clip that looks good on this dress. Would you like to get it for me?"

"Where's the hair clip?"

"It's in the bag at the head of the bed in my suite. It's my personal accessory, so I didn't put it in the dressing room." Abby turned and smiled, "Sorry for troubling you."

"Never mind." Savannah didn't know whether Abby troubled her on purpose or not, but it was getting late, and she didn't bother to argue with her.

She immediately headed for Abby's suite.

Abby clenched her hands as she watched her back retreating out of the door.

Because of Savannah, Mr. Sterling lost his temper at her last time, and now Andrey was attracted by this little bitch too.

Was she her natural enemy?

The little bitch was not as pretty as her, not as popular as her, and she was not good at flirting with men. How did she win Mr. Sterling's favor and tempt Andrey?

Was it because she looked simple, native, and clean?

Oh. After she was fucked by Andrey, would Mr. Sterling value her anymore?

A half-smile played on Abby's lips. She fixed her make-up and left the dressing room.

* * *

Savannah found the suite and pushed the door open. It was dark, but there was a shimmer of moonlight at the window.

She could just make out an LV handbag on the big bed. She hurried in and reached for the bag, but suddenly she was caught at the wrist and pulled into a strange man's arms.

"There you are, baby. I've been expecting you for quite some time." The man breathed at her ear as he said.

Andrey Murray? Why was he here?

Was he waiting for Abby and made a mistake?

Savannah tried to push Andrey to him. "Mr. Murray, you're wrong. I'm not Abby..."

"Of course, I know you're not Abby. You're the little designer assistant. I'm waiting for you..." Instead of letting go of her, Andrey picked her up, threw her on the bed, and then walked over to slam the door!

Savannah wanted to raise herself on the soft bed, but a sudden heat came to her body, burning her everywhere. She was limp as a noodle and had hardly the strength to lift her finger. The more she struggled, the hotter she was. In a moment, her dress was soaked with her sweet sweat.

By the faint moonlight, Andrey, who had locked the door, turned to look at the delicious prey on his bed.

The girl changed into a sexy fishtail dress, and her full breasts were heaving tumultuously under the plunging neckline, inviting his caress.

Andrey, who had been around a bit, immediately know that she had been drugged. He touched his chin and laughed.

Abby knew him best.

He sat on the bed, pulling his fingers down her cheek, then brushed his thumb over her lower lip.

His touch startled Savannah. She tried with all her strength to avoid his hands, rolling to the other side of the bed.

"Let me out! Rape is a crime! You're breaking the law!" She cried.

However, Andrey had experienced so many kinds of women, including immature or inexperienced girls, and no one could escape his hand at last. He would not take the threatening words from a little assistant seriously, of course.

"Crime? Oh, but I've never been to prison. Baby, make me happy, and I'm sure you'll be even more popular than Abby!" He said as he climbed onto the bed, stretching out.

Savannah bit on her tongue to keep awake.

She remembered the lemonade Abby gave her and understood why she took out her dress for her to change.

Abby sent her to Andrey's bed as a gift to flatter him!

Looking around, Savannah wanted to find a way to escape. But the door was locked, and the only window faced the sea. She moved to the bedhead and picked up a crystal ashtray.

"Don't come, or I'll blow your brain out!"

***

The dinner party started.

Dylan stood on the deck staring into the dark silent sea absently.

Garwood guessed his mind and said tentatively, "sir, shall I call miss Schultz over?"

Duh! What else did he come here for? Dylan frowned and was about to ask Garwood to take the little woman to him when he saw Abby, accompanied by her assistant, walking out of the dressing room in her usual sexy way.

But the little woman was not with her.