Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

(Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene. If you're not comfortable to read it kindly skip it and move to another chapter)

He wanted to see how thick-skinned she was!

Savannah blushed with shame, crushing her nails into her palms.

Dylan patted her red face, giving an evil smile. "It seems that you're not so shameless. If you don't want to, get out!"

With that, he brought himself up, but before he completely sat up, Savannah grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him to her.

Her action gave the answer.

Dylan was more annoyed, his eyes flashing red with fury, mixed feelings seething within him.

In order to help a friend, she would rather sell her body. But how did she treat him? She just made use of him and cheated on him! Her sweetness over him was the only pretense; she beguiled him by pretending cordiality, and the one she loved was still Kevin!

He could no longer keep in his indignation at the thought!

With a fierce motion, he tore off her shirt, as well as her bra, freeing her breast! The moonlight from the window threw its sparkles on her white skin, stimulating his eyes, his expression hooded.

She gave a little exclamation. Before she was prepared, he undid his pants and held her against his hips, pushing into her!

She moaned and averted her eyes, trying not to show him how ashamed she was.

Dylan was angry with himself, and he didn't want to hurt her, but she betrayed him.

He hated to admit he had been exploited or tricked, but he found himself missing her body so much.

To vent his anger against her, he pushed inside harder and harder still and almost melted her.

The luxury car slightly vibrates on the quiet road, telling an ambiguous unspeakable story.

Not far away, the bodyguard took a breath, and of course, he knew what was happening inside the car. With a red face, he bowed his head and moved back a few more steps.

Savannah suffered the sex in silence unless she was really hurt and couldn't help but moan between her lips. However, she immediately bit her lip to resist, for fear that she would make him unhappy and cancel the transaction.

It was loveless sex, showing no tenderness, and more like a severe punishment.

He fucked her hard as if she was a lifeless rag doll, and he didn't care if she would get hurt by his rude movement.

It was some time before he finally released him inside her and got up from her. He buckled his belt and put on his shirt in stony silence.

The hot air after the sex in the car almost suffocated Savannah. She put on her pants and the torn dress, bearing the pain of her body without a word of complaint.

Looking at the man whose cheeks were flushed with satisfaction, she bit her lips, her accents sinking under a deep consciousness of degradation of what she did, "I hope you mean what you say."

Dylan opened the door and pushed her out and called out to the bodyguard.

The bodyguard came over and got in the car.

Savannah was in aches and pains all over and was pushed to the ground by him.

"Dylan!" She struggled to get up before the car started.

"Rest assured. I mean, what I say." His tone was indifferent, without the slightest tenderness after the sex. He closed the window and asked the bodyguard to drive.

The bodyguard looked at Savannah outside the car and hesitated.

There was no taxi at this hour in the suburbs. Did Mr. Sterling mean to let a woman walk home alone?

After what he had done with Miss Schultz...

That was too cruel.

But he didn't dare to say a word.

Savannah watched the car disappearing in insight, tired and sore.

The last warmness in her heart disappeared with the car taillight.

She knew he hated her, but she didn't know he hated her so much that he would rather torture her in this way.

She tried to cheer herself up—at least, he granted her request.

Olivia wouldn't lose her job.

Gathering herself up, she walked slowly down the quiet road.

All was still and very dark. The only light was the cool silver moonlight filtering through the tall trees.

She folded her arms, trying to control her fear, and managed to make her way back to the downtown.

* * *

Two days later, Olivia called and told her in happy surprise that she had returned to the crew, and the agent gave all her work back to her.

Savannah pretended to be pleasantly surprised and let out a sigh.

Her effort that night was not in vain. Even if she was utterly humiliated, it was worth it.

The next morning, Savannah went to the office during the working hour.

Shortly after arriving at the office, she saw Jenkins, followed by a young woman in a light blue suit, coming and signaling for the group. It seemed that he had an announcement.

Savannah went over with her colleagues, surprised when she saw clearly the young woman behind Jenkins—

Katrina.

She hadn't seen Katrina since the design competition, and she didn't expect Katrina to come today.

"I'd like to introduce a new colleague to you," in amazement, she heard Jenkins saying, "this is Katrina Kaif, the winner of the design competition this year. Our company appointed Miss Kaif as the consultant and chief stylist in the upcoming new play, Fashion Queen. She's responsible for the costume design of the new play. That is to say, Miss Kaif will be your temporary boss, and you shall follow her arrangement and instructions in your following work."

"Nice to meet you," Katrina smiled. "I'm still young and inexperienced in fashion design, I would appreciate your assistance in the future."

"You're too modest, Miss Kaif," one of the designers said admiringly, "you're born in a family of fashion designers, graduated from a famous school of design, and just won the first prize in this year's design competition. Undoubtedly, you're qualified for the leading position."

Katrina chuckled and beamed, enjoying the approval of the designers and stylists.

Savannah made no comment. What a coincidence that Katrina came to the same department in the same company where she was. Obviously, it was Charlotte who sent Katrina here.

As Dylan's fiancée, of course, Charlotte could recommend her friend to work in her future husband's company.

She did it for the simple reason that she wanted to make life difficult for her and even to drive her away.

***

At noon, Savannah and Fiona were eating in the staff canteen.

"Savannah, I heard that Katrina, the winner of the design competition, just entered your department as the chief stylist for the new play, right?" Fiona asked.

"Yes."

"So, she has the final say on all of the clothing designs for Fashion Queen? You have to listen to her too?"

"She's the chief stylish, and of course, she calls the shots," Savannah said dryly.

Fiona shook her head as she whispered, "we all know that you should be the real winner, and you're a better designer than her. But now she became your boss... I really don't know why our boss hired her!"