Eddie And Chrissy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Daniel's POV Krissy drew another card, her eyes scanning the question. "Okay, next question," she said, reading from the card. "Have you ever had sex with someone else while in a relationship?" Krissy hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, I have," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Elrod's face turned beet red with anger, and he slammed his fist on the table. "What the hell, Krissy?" he exclaimed, his voice thundering through the room.

Chance ordered. Even Chrissy suddenly looked a little concerned. Chance was always the flirt. Always sweet. Always kind. Now he was pissed and not even bothering to hide it. “Okay, Duchess.” He said much gentler. “Show me who lied to you about me.” Rye turned around in his arms and then stepped over to stop in front of Chrissy. Chance glared over his wife’s head at the club girl. The anger and hatred in his eyes had her flinching. But the puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks on the woman between them gave her confidence.

"That's impossible," Aldrich said, interrupting Edgar at once. "She loves money more than anything. Even if she were to escape, she'd only go to the general hospital. She'd never come to such an expensive private hospital." "But—" "Get out and stop bothering me!" Aldrich yelled. "Chrissy is now in great danger, and these people are already annoying enough, asking me to release medical equipment for other people. And now, you still want to annoy me even further? One more word from you and you're immediately fired!"

But tonight… one was slightly open. Inside, computers hummed. Maps blinked on monitors. Digital files scrolled fast enough to make my eyes blur. And sitting there, alone, was Elias—the tech guy I barely knew. He looked up in surprise. “Christy?” “Don’t worry. I’m not here to tattle.” He relaxed. “You’re not supposed to be in here.” “I figured.” He turned back to the screens. “Let me guess—you want answers.” “Yes.” He hesitated, then nodded to a chair. “Sit.”

It made me feel uneasy, not knowing how to reply. Before I could move away, he gently touched my face, pushing a loose strand of hair back. It felt kind and close, giving me chills. "Say something, Ecca," he said softly, almost whispering. "Are you thinking about me?" I stood still, feeling my heart race. I wasn't sure how to respond, too nervous to say anything. He moved closer to me, almost touching his lips to mine. "I'll assume you're saying yes," he said confidently. Before I could respond, he kissed me sharply and passionately, his hands traveling through my sides until they reached up and caught my breast and squeezed tightly and I gasped.