Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 1729 - 247: Are You Tired?

Michelle frowned. She had kissed Paul's most sensitive place, but even that failed to arouse his interest or desire. He seemed to be weak, suddenly, and she could feel him going soft inside her. She did not want to give up, though. "Are you too tired?" she asked. "Do you want me on top?"

Paul scowled and said, "Hush your face." He was impatient to finish before he went completely limp. He covered her face with his hand, thrust into her a few times as hard as he could, and as he came, he cursed her name. "That was your fault," he muttered as he rolled off her.

Michelle began to whimper. "Paul?" she cried. "What's the matter with you today? What did I do wrong?"

"Never mind." Paul rolled over slowly and turned to face the wall.

Meanwhile, Nancy had finished, not one, but more than a dozen drawings. Finally, she stood up and said, "I'm done. Do you want to have a look? I carefully painted every pose, and I am confident that you will be pleased."

Paul rolled over, took the drawings from Nancy, and as he casually looked them over, he thought - These are actually very good. He was amazed.

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Nancy watched nervously as Paul looked over her drawings. Then, after what seemed forever, he finally looked up. "Who told you to draw so many pictures?" he asked.

"No one did," Nancy replied. "With so many to choose from, though, you are sure to find at least one that you like."

"Let me see," Michelle said. She hugged Paul from behind and rested her chin on his shoulder. She looked at the pictures and sighed. She had requested them to upset Nancy. Now that she had achieved her goal, the pictures meant very little to her. Paul, on the other hand, was not so easily appeased. He tore up the papers and threw them in Nancy's face.

"Why did you do that?" asked Nancy. "Were you not satisfied? If not, I will paint for you again tomorrow, or the day after, or any other day. I'll draw as many pictures as you want... Provided you can keep up with me, I am at your service." Her tone was remarkably calm, and it infuriated Paul. He could tell that she'd found an inner reserve of strength and that no matter how many pictures he forced her to draw, he wouldn't break her.

Paul glared at Nancy and gnashed his teeth. It was evident that he wanted to tear her to pieces. "Nancy!" he growled. "You slut!"

"How am I a slut?" Nancy smirked and said, "I didn't do anything. Have you mistaken me for your mistress?"

"Hardly!" Paul's face turned red from anger. "What we did was natural, but what you drew was the kind of smut that only a slut could produce!"

When Nancy heard that, she began to chuckle. "Are you kidding me?" she laughed. "Not only did you commission those pieces, but you forced me to do them!"

"Do you do everything that you're told to do?" Paul asked. "Would you kill someone if I asked you to? You don't have any principles!" he said self-righteously. "Do you get turned on by watching us? Is that why you seem so unfazed?" As he spoke, he reached out to grab her by the jaw.

Nancy stepped back to avoid his hand. "You are all over the place," she said. "First, you touch Michelle, and now you want to touch me? What gives?" She looked at him with disdain, and his eyes lost their luster. His heart seemed to be blocked by something.

She thinks I am a piece of shit - Paul realized - Damn woman!

Nancy smirked and said, "I have done the painting according to your request. Can I leave now?"

Michelle noticed suddenly that Paul's odor had changed. They had known each other since they were children, and she had always been able to read him, but today was different. She did not know why Paul was unhappy, and she could not guess where his anger came from. This scared her. She thought for a moment, and then she began to rub his back. She kissed his shoulders and said, "Let her go. This is getting old..."

Paul did not say anything, so Michelle nodded to Nancy and said, "You can go now."

Nancy was thrilled. She turned to leave, but Paul grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back in before she reached the door. "Don't touch me!" she squealed. She shook her head back and forth, struggled against him, and called him a dirty pig.

Paul was momentarily caught off guard. He had not expected her to act this way, and he nearly lost his grip on her. "How dare you call me a dirty pig?" he growled. "Stupid woman! You're courting death."

"I am not," Nancy argued. "I just want you to let me go. Besides, I am just calling a spade a spade. What kind of a man forces their wife to watch them fuck their mistress? Only a dirty pig would do that!"

"How dare you talk to me like that?" Paul shouted. He was about to lose his temper when he suddenly felt something wet on his shoulders. He turned and saw that Michelle was crying. He frowned, and his anger slipped away. "Why are you crying?" he asked.

"Don't you love me anymore...?" Michelle asked.

Paul wondered why she had asked this question. He let go of Nancy's arm so that he could give Michelle his full attention.

"... Maybe you love me less than you used to?" Michelle suggested. "Is that it? You said that you would love me no matter what happened and that no matter who I liked, your would only love me... So, what happened?"

Paul gently wiped away Michelle's tears. He looked her in the eyes, kissed her on the lips, but remained silent.

Michelle frowned and said, "I want you to answer me."

"I did say those things," Paul admitted, "and I meant them. So, what is this all about?"

"You must choose between her and me," Michelle replied.

Paul smiled, Boop'd! Her nose, and said, "Silly girl. How can you compare yourself to her? She doesn't deserve to be compared to you, so don't put yourself down. Do you. understand?"

"But..."

"In my eyes, you will always be a unique rarity." He turned to Nancy and said, "What are you waiting for? Get the fuck out of our room!"

Nancy looked at the door nervously. Every time she had been told that she could leave, it had been a cruel trick, and she was tired of being made to look like a fool.

"Go on," Paul growled. "Scat!"