CHAPTER THREE

        

          

          Once the dawn of a new day broke, Crystal snapped her eyes open. She sighed with a smile, and rolled over on her back. She stretched her arms above her head, then dropped them before rolling on her side. She grinned at the sight of her snoring husband. He laid on his back, shirtless with his legs wide open and arms splayed in different directions.

          Events of last night filled her memory, making her chuckle.

Last night...

          After changing into red lace lingerie, she brushed her long blonde hair and admired herself in the mirror. She always felt confident in her curvy body, and she knew how many times her body had attracted men and women, which made her so sure that it would work on Cyrus. With a wink at her reflection, she stepped out of the bathroom and into the room.

          "Hello, Mr. Noah," she said in a sultry voice, and watched as James' jaw slackened at the sight of her. She ran her hands from her thigh to her chest, then she cupped her breasts. "Do you like what you see?"

          "I do... I do, so much," James said, and started making his way towards her.

          Crystal wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his cheek, then his lips. She heard him moan and she feigned pleasure by moaning back. She pulled back and stepped towards the table where the glass cups and bottle of champagne were. She backed him and slowly looked over her shoulder. She smiled when she saw that his eyes were on her ass while he palmed himself.

          She looked down at the glasses and lifted the bottle of champagne. She poured some into the glass cups, then she quickly took out three small pills from her bra. She looked over her shoulder, and dumped them into one of the glasses. She swirled the drink and grabbed the drugged laced one, then quickly turned around when he started approaching her.

          "For you," she said, while giving it to him. She picked hers up and rested her elbow on his shoulder. "I am so happy we are finally together forever. You have no idea how much I love you, James."

          "I love you too, Crystal. I am the luckiest man right now," he said and placed soft kisses on her neck.

         Crystal rolled her eyes and pulled back.

          "Why don't we drink to a new life together?" She whispered, and ran the tip of her long manicured fingernails on his bare chest.

          They clinked their glasses and drank up. Crystal watched in keen interest as her husband drank everything out of his glass. A smirk appeared on her lips, then she took a sip out of her own drink.

          Crystal dropped her glass and dragged James to the bed. She pushed him on the bed, then straddled him. She ran her hands over his chest, then began to grind against his crotch. She could feel his hardening length against her covered center. When he moaned she increased her grinds and leaned forward so that she could kiss him.

          She felt his warm hands cup her ass cheeks, and she gasped in surprise when he smacked them. She rolled her eyes and giggled, then pushed herself back.

          She began to notice the way his eyes began to droop and the way his limbs became slow. She furrowed her eyebrows and started to cover her face.

          "James, I feel weak... I feel like the room is spinning... Almost sleepy," she said, and eyed him behind her fingers.

          "Me too... I feel so dizzy," James said, then slumped back.

          Crystal took her hand away from her face. She shook his shoulders, and he responded weakly with his eyes opening and closing.

          "James? James, are you alright?" She asked and he shut his eyes. A small smile appeared on her lips, then she rolled away from him. "I am sorry, James. I had to do this."

       

...

          Crystal sat up from the bed and exhaled with a grin. She looked over her shoulder when she felt the bed move, then she stood up.

         "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I had to do this, James. I had to do this so that I can get the man of my dreams," she said, and made her way to the floor length window across from her. "I only know one man who deserves to love my body and give me great pleasure and that is Cyrus Noah, celebrity swimmer and one of Hollywood's top bachelors."

          Crystal giggled and leaned on the window.

           

          Hours later, Crystal pretended to still be asleep when James started to wake up. She held herself back from laughing out or blowing her cover. She regulated her breathing to a calmer one when his weight left the bed and her ears perked up at the sound of him moaning and muttering incoherent words.

          "What the hell happened?" She heard him ask, then he gasped. "Crystal!?"

          She heard heavy footsteps, then she felt a warm presence close to her, including his heavy breath.

          "Crystal?" She heard him call to her, then she felt his hands cupping her cheeks.

           The room was silent for some seconds before she felt him shake her shoulders after leaving her cheeks.

          "Crystal? Wake up, please. God, I hope we weren't drugged by the staff or something? Or was it stress?"

           Knowing she could not act for long, she slowly opened her eyes and held her head with a hiss. She dropped her hands and looked around like she was confused before making eye contact with him. His brown hair was ruffled, line marks from the bed were on his face and his eyelids were droopy.

          "What happened?" She asked.

          "I don't know, honey. I think we were drugged or something."

           "Drugged? How were we drugged when the drink was sealed... It was sealed, right?" She asked.

           "It was... I'm just confused, honestly."

           "I want to go home, James. I don't want to stay here anymore. What if this is the handwork of one of your business competitions? I really want to go home... I'm sure our family members are at home by now and we can enjoy ourselves there better," she said, hoping that he would accept what she was saying and when he exhaled and nodded, she smiled and did a victory dance in her head.

          I hope Cyrus is still at James' house, she said in her head and relaxed on the headboard.

          "Get ready... I'll have the car ready to take us back," James said and kissed her forehead, then left for the bathroom.

          "Yes, you do that," she said and smiled brightly.