Chapter 213: I’m Cooking For You

After ending the call with Eric, Paul returned to the dining room. Clark was still crying, and the ladies were distracted, so he was able to observe Crystal without attracting her attention. As she moved about with purpose, he thought - She must be unique if Eric was willing to fly all the way to retrieve her.

Luck had been on his side. Even though Crystal had tried to cover her face, Paul had been able to capture her face in full profile. To him, this suggested that luck was on Eric’s side, and he smiled just thinking about it. He cleared his throat, and the ladies looked up.

Nancy stood akimbo and glared at Paul.

“What?”

Paul smirked and said, “If you leave here, I will abuse your son.”

Nancy was taken aback. “Paul,” she whispered. “What are you saying? Isn’t my son your son?”

Paul smirked but said nothing.

Nancy turned to her friend for help. “Crystal...”

Crystal: “If you need to be here, then you need to be here. I can stay at a hotel. It’s no problem.”

Nancy sighed and said, “Thank you for understanding. You are a good friend.”

“I will be on my way then,” Crystal said. She stood up and made her way towards the front door, but as she passed Paul, he hit her over the head with a vase that he had been hiding behind his back. Crystal’s eyes rolled to the back of her eyes, and she dropped to the ground like a sack of flour.

Nancy was aghast. She ran over to Crystal and cradled her head in her arms. “Crystal!” she cried. “Are you okay?” Then, when her friend didn’t reply, she turned to Paul and shouted, “You dirty scumbag! You are going to pay!”

Paul snorted contemptuously as he turned to one of his guards. “Take her to the guest room,” he ordered. “And keep an eye on her while I deal with my ex-wife.”

The guard carried Crystal to the guest room. Nancy tried to stop him, but he was too strong. She could do nothing. That doesn’t mean that I’m helpless - she realized suddenly. “Hey, Paul!” she shouted. As he turned, she grabbed a bowl off the table and threw it at his head.

Paul laughed cruelly as he caught the bowl in mid-air.

“What do you want with Crystal?” Nancy cried. “She’s my friend. Please, don’t touch her!”

Paul smirked and said, “In my home, I can do whatever I like.” He began to inch closer to Nancy. “Maybe you should be more worried about what I have planned for you than what I’ve planned for your friend. Have you thought about that?”

Nancy froze. Her face turned white, and she was at a complete loss for words.

When Clark heard the menacing tone that his Father was using, he rushed forward and said, “I won’t let you bully my Mommy!”

Paul knelt, grabbed his son, growled into his face, and threw him out of the room. He landed on his back in the kitchen, and his head struck the tile floor hard. He began to wail, and Nancy tried to go to him, but Paul stopped her.

“Let me go,” Nancy cried. “Clark... He’s...”

“He can wait,” snarled Paul. He grabbed her chin and tilted it upward so that she was forced to look at him. He thought about kissing her. That will teach her! - he thought, but as he leaned in, she slapped him across the face.

Paul’s face darkened as Nancy slipped out of his grip. “How dare you slap me?” he shouted.

Nancy gasped. She had not meant to hit him. It had been a reflex. “I... I d-didn’t mean it,” she stammered. “Wh-Wh-What at are you go- going to do?” She looked into the kitchen and was surprised to see that one of the servants was comforting him. The servant picked her son up and carried him away. He began to cry for his Mommy, but the sound of his wails quickly tapered off.

Nancy looked Paul in the eyes and asked, “What do you want? Tell me, and I’ll do it.”

Paul: “For starters, you can get me my goddamn breakfast! I’m practically starving over here.”

Nancy: “I already made you two fresh dishes. They are on the table!”

Paul: “They’re cold. Make me something fresh!”

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Nancy was wearing a pretty sundress. It was white with a Pink Gerber Daisy pattern, and there was a decorative belt wrapped around her waist. It was a reasonably conservative ensemble that showed nothing of the black lace corset she was wearing underneath. Unfortunately, because she was so stressed out, she accidentally splashed water on herself while washing vegetables, and her dress went from opaque to translucent.

The meal would take about a half-hour to cook, and Nancy hoped it would be dry by the time it was done, but her hopes were dashed when Paul stepped into the kitchen. He took one look at her sexy underwear, and his face turned red from rage. “How dare you wander about dressed like that?” he scolded her. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

Nancy’s heart sank. The desire in his eyes was so strong that even she could see it.

Without waiting for a reply, he rushed across the kitchen, pressed her body against the wall, and when he kissed her, he gnawed at her lips until they bled. Nancy cried out, pushed him away, and demanded, “What are you doing?”

“I said that I was hungry!” Paul replied.

“And I’m cooking for you,” Nancy replied, flustered.

Paul chuckled and said, “Yes, you are. But that is not the kind of food I want anymore. So what do you want me to do with you? Huh?” It had been years since he had touched her body, and now, like fire, the slightest touch from her got him hard. Nancy didn’t feel the flames, though. All she knew was that she was in the kitchen, and if the servants suddenly came in, she would feel like a slut.