Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Nancy took a deep breath, turned, and ran out of the room. She took the stairs two at a time, and she did not begin to slow down until she was free of the house.

Once she reached the road, she stopped to catch her breath. She looked around and found that everything seemed surreal. A cool wind blew through her nightgown, and her skin broke out in gooseflesh. A moment passed, and she realized that her feet hurt. She had left the house without putting on her shoes.

Nancy turned left, and she followed the sidewalk until she could walk no further. There was a park nearby, and she hunkered down beneath a tree. "What a fool I have been," she muttered to herself. "Why do I have such bad taste in men?" She blamed herself for everything that had happened to her. "At least I am finally free..."

Despite everything that had happened, Nancy felt confident about her inner strength for the first time in her life. She was not even crying anymore, and she had not cried since she'd left the bathroom. She was no longer the fool that she used to be. Never again would she cry in a corner. If she got in trouble again, she would face the danger and find her way through it!

Suddenly, Nancy heard footsteps coming towards her, and she tried to make herself as small as possible. Inch by inch, her confidence slipped away. Given her present state, she would make the perfect victim. She was tired and weak.

The dark figure of a man passed through the park. When he was about ten meters away from her, he stopped, looked around, spotted her, and walked over to where she was hiding. However, it was not until he was approximately two meters away that she realized who it was.

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Nancy looked up and said, "Why are you! here?"

Noah smiled. "I have your medication. I saw you walking down the street in your pajamas. I was worried, so I followed you." He took off his coat, put it on her shoulders, and said, "Here. You're cold." Then he leaned forward and tried to pick her up.

Nancy pushed him away and said, "No. I can do it by myself." She no longer wanted to have to depend on anyone - let alone any man. Instead, she wanted to be able to stand on her own two feet.

Noah saw Nancy's determination, and he did not insist on helping her. But when she saw her bare feet, his eyes went wide, and he asked her, "Where are your shoes?"

Nancy scratched her head in embarrassment. "Errrr... I was in such a hurry that I forgot to put my shoes on."

Noah rubbed her head. "Why were you in such a rush? Was there a monster after you?"

Nancy chuckled and said, "You might say that."

"Do you need to cry?" Noah gave her a concerned look and said, "We are alone. You can cry if you want to."

"Why should I cry?" Nancy shook her head and said, "I'm not sad at all. Don't worry about me. I'm fine.

"If you want to cry…."

Nancy laughed and said, "Give it a rest already. You are starting to sound like a broken record!"

****

Paul was standing on the balcony. He was holding a glass of wine in one hand. His other hand held the rail as he looked out into the night. It was dark, but he had eyes like a cheetah. Nothing got past him. He watched with interest as Nancy fled the building, and he saw Noah trailing behind her.

The rail was shaking slightly, and it took a moment for him to realize that it was his hand that was shaking. He gripped the wood with all his strength, took three deep breaths, and the shaking stopped. One of his bodyguards was with him. "Did you see the man that followed Nancy?" Paul asked.

The bodyguard nodded. "I did, Sir."

"Follow him."

The bodyguard nodded again, and he left without a word. As soon as he was gone, Michelle joined Paul. She had an unhappy look on her face. She said, "You want her. You may as well admit it..."

"You worry too much."

"Then why the interest in her? You two are divorced. It is none of your business what she does or who she does it with. I am not wrong, and you know it. So, please answer my question. Why do you care so much?"

Paul sighed. He noticed that the rail was shaking again. This time, he could not stop it, so he put his hands in his pockets. She was right, and he knew it.

She touched his arm and said, "Paul, I am afraid that you are going to leave me. Should I be?"

Paul turned and stared at her. "I love you. You are my everything."

Michelle buried her head in his chest. She had gotten pregnant with another man, but Paul had never given up on her. On the contrary, he always cared for her. He promised that if the fetus came to term, he would regard it as his own, and he would love it, care for it, and give it everything. Paul had even divorced Nancy for her. She wondered, though, if he regretted doing that?

"Isn't what I've done enough to prove that I love you?" Paul asked.

Michelle snatched the wine from his hand and took a sip. Then she leaned over and spat the wine into his mouth. He kissed her, but when she took his member into her hand, it did not respond. She sighed. Her wet core was drenched, and an idea occurred to her. She took his hand and used it to touch herself. "You see how much I love you," she said. As she slipped his fingers inside of her, though, he froze, and he sprayed her in the face with the wine.

"But you don't love me..." Michelle began to cry.

Paul wiped away her tears. "You are so mistaken," he said. He smiled, took her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and carried her into the room.. "I will show you how much I love you."