Nathan looked Crystal in the eyes and said, “You are the first woman to hit me. You should be afraid.”
Crystal: “I won’t be the last. There are lots of people that want to hit you. After all, you look stupid.”
Nathan chuckled and said, “Stupid is as stupid does.”
Crystal: “Then you must be the stupidest man on the planet. Here, let me ask you a few questions: Am I a plaything when I am called a plaything? They say Helen is your fiancée. So, is she your fiancée? What if I said I was your mother and Helen didn’t have your baby? If you could not answer my questions, wouldn’t that prove that you are stupid?”
Nathan had been able to laugh it off the first time she had said that he was stupid, but
At the Davis Mansion - the old Davis was sitting on a couch, studying his antique coffee machine. He put a cup of coffee under his nose and sniffed, and he felt refreshed. As he took a sip, the butler came in and said, “Christine is here, Sir.”Christine walked over, and she sat down in the chair across from the old man. She looked sharp in her sleeveless black shirt and white tights. She smiled at him and said, “Grandpa, how will I be rewarded this time?”The old Davis: “What do you want?”Christine took a stack of photos out of her bag, put them in an envelope, and said, “I’d like a brownie cake.”“Is that all,” the old Davis asked, startled. When she didn’t reply right away, he began to look at th
Eric looked to Nathan, then to the old Davis, and he said, “I want to take her away in a few days. You don’t mind, do you?”“She’s just one of my playthings,” Nathan replied. “She’s not good enough for you, Master Bush.” As he spoke, he gave Crystal a look that was both playful and predatory.“If you want her, you have my full support. Just take her away,” said the old Davis decisively.Crystal thought they were all crazy. She hadn’t reached a consensus with Eric, and they were talking about her as if she were a commodity- she thought - Who do they think they are, and why do they think they can decide my fate? That’s funny!Eric smiled and said, &
It took an enormous amount of effort on Nathan’s part not to smash the bathroom mirror. When he closed his eyes, not only could he hear Crystal and Eric screwing, but his mind played an X-Rated picture show behind his eyes. The only thing that he could think to do to make it go away was to hurt himself.After rummaging through the bathroom, he finally found a straight razor. He put it to his arm and drew several harsh, red lines. Blood oozed from the cuts, ran down his arms, and slowly dripped onto the sink - and as he stared at his face in the mirror, his Gerald persona was put to bed.Nathan looked at the cuts, and he was numb to the pain. It was nothing compared to the pain he felt over losing Crystal. He wanted to confront the old Davis, but he knew that he needed to play for time. Only by gaining the old man’s trust could he hope to find eviden
Helen was confused. She did not know what was going on in Nathan’s head, and she felt extremely uncomfortable suddenly. She looked up at Nathan and said, “Miss Smith is also good, and she has a better personality than I do. Many men like her type. My brother, for example, is one of those men….”Crystal could no longer bear Helen’s condescending attitude. She looked at Nathan, and in a cold tone of voice, she said, “You should stop trying to humiliate me! I’m about to be Mrs. Bush, and I’ll be your sister-in-law, so you should show me some respect!”“Humiliate you?” Nathan laughed and said, “Mrs. Bush, I’m just giving you a chance to see yourself for what you truly are. I don’t want people to say that I did not teach you well, and I hope you won’t cause me to lose face aft
When Nathan refused to get out of Crystal’s way, she tried to push past him. As she did this, though, he leaned into her, and she was overwhelmed by his warm, familiar breath.Crystal frowned and asked him, “What are you doing?” She hated the fact that when he approached her, she was always powerless to resist him.Nathan glared at her. “How dare you enslave Mrs. Davis?” he hissed.Crystal winced and took a few steps backward. “Wh-Wh-What do y-you mean?” she stammered.Nathan: “How dare you force Helen to cook for you?!?!”Crystal’s face turned white, and she was too surprised to speak. Luckily, Helen was nearby, and she hurriedly explained: “I made too much fo
Crystal was reaching the end of her rope. Tears ran down her eyes, and she wiped them away with her sleeve. “Is there anything that I can do to change your mind?” she begged.Nathan met her eyes, and a shark-like Cheshire grin appeared on his face. “I will give you five million dollars a night,” he said. “If you perform to my satisfaction for five nights in a row, then I will give you the money that you need to save your friend’s Father’s life! Do we have a deal?”Crystal didn’t want to be a prostitute, but if selling her body was the only way to get the money she wanted, she was willing to do it. She nodded her affirmation, and then she walked out of the office. Her head was in a haze, and her thoughts were all a jumble, but she was brought back to reality by the sound of her cell phone ringing.
(Triggered Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene and inappropriate words. If you're not comfortable reading it kindly skip it and move to another chapter)Nathan looked Crystal in the eyes and rudely” Bopped!” her on the nose. “Do you renege?” he asked playfully.Crystal sighed and said, “I do not.”Nathan reached out without a word, dragged her into his arms, and began to caress her back. She went limp in his arms, and when his free hand found her thigh beneath her skirt, she forced herself not to flinch. She reminded herself to - Think of the money.Nathan brushed her ear with his nose and whispered. “I’ve turned you on. I can tell.” As he spoke, he moved his h
The following day, Crystal crept from the sofa, fumbled for her clothes, staggered back to her room, and went directly into the bathroom. Once the door was closed behind her, she looked in the mirror and frowned. Crystal felt like crying. “Nobody cares about your suffering,” she told herself. “So, quit whining….”Without bothering to undress, she climbed into the shower, curled up into a ball, and ran hot water over her trembling body. Eventually, the water began to cool, and she stripped off her clothes so that she could wash away the events of the night before. But, like a particularly bad smell - like that of a cigarette or a skunk’s spray - no amount of scrubbing could alleviate her mental trauma. She could not believe that she had allowed herself to be forced for money, and she hated herself for enjoying it.The whole t