CLAIRE. After shopping, I felt exhausted and thought we were done for the day, but Linda had other plans in mind. "So I just spoke with my husband" she informed. "And he reminded me that it's the last Fridayyyyy of the mooooonth" she sang. Cassie and I stared at her weirdly at first, but soon, Cassie started to throw her free hand up energetically since her other hand was holding the shopping bag, grinning and squealing "Yayyyyy!!!" with Linda.They noticed I wasn't enthusiastic as they are and filled me in. "We're partying tonight!" They said simultaneously. I swear these ladies don't get tired. Are their bodies made up of machines or what?"So, you're coming, right?" Cassie asked, blinking her eyelashes persuasively. Remind me never to go out with them again."Ryan is gonna be there sooooo..." Linda winked at me. Ryan will be there? I don't know how to feel about that. I don't miss him right? Of course I don't, but I guess a part of me has gotten accustomed to having an argum
CLAIRE. Ryan's eyes raked my body as I stood upright before him. I know my mode of dressing at the moment isn't exactly my style, Linda and Cassie had helped me out big time to achieve my current look. When I checked myself in the mirror earlier today, I came face to face with a sexy lady that could also easily pass as a wealthy one. My ear piercings were filled with earrings, my wrists and fingers decorated with bracelets and rings, a beautiful necklace around my neck to add more beauty. The makeup on my face was different from the one Harley helps me with, my dress and shoes are perfect. "You look...." Ryan paused to give me a once over again. "I know..." I sat on the barstool "I know I look hot" I said proudly, flipping my curled hair. He rolled his eyes "I wasn't actually about to say you look hot"I hummed unbelievably. Fucking liar."Is that so?" I asked mockingly. "I was about to say you look different" "Different in a good way" I added.He took his time to drink fro
RYAN.Claire stood afront me like a statue, unsure of what to do. I don't know if it's because she really has no clue when it comes to dancing or she just wasn't comfortable dancing with me. There are few people dancing crazily here and there, and laughing excitedly, while Claire and I kinda looked like the odd one out because we were not acting crazy. She blew her cheeks out and said; "I feel like everyone at the bar is watching us" "That's because they are really watching us" I stated. She flipped her soft shiny hair from her face "That's not creepy at all" she said sarcastically. "So, what now? We're here, but we're not even dancing"I raised questioning brows at her. "Don't even start by giving me that look" she placed a hand on her hip "This is a bad idea, maybe we should just go back to the bar""No." I opposed "We give them a scene they'd like to see" I said, she looked intrigued, I continued "We have to make them believe we settled our couples fight, here on the dance flo
CLAIRE. I drank more alcohol than I should as I thought of what happened earlier.That fucking asshole!When I asked him to leave me alone, he could've simply paid deaf ears to me the way he does at other times, but no, he released me like he has been waiting for me to say the words 'leave me alone'. I shouldn't have said that knowing how badly I want him to teach me how to kiss. 'That's only an excuse to taste his lips, Claire'A mocking voice in my head said.I threw the bartender a smile and asked him for more of whatever he'd mixed for me before, then my gaze slided to Ryan and then down to his attractive pink lips. Fuck you, Ryan. ******I was tipsy, but I still wouldn't stop drinking, same thing with Ryan. The good thing about his tipsiness is that he obviously can handle himself better than I ever will. "You should stop drinking" He said with that authority in his voice I find annoyingly attractive at the moment. "I told you not to tell me what to do" I drawled each word
RYAN. The ruffling sound of the bedsheets told me Claire was awake, but I decided to look away from her or I'll be tempted to start laughing hysterically as the memories of yesterday keeps playing in my head over and over again. "Oh my God" she whispered in a panicky tone. "Oh my God, oh my God"Did she think we had sex or what?"Oh my, oh my, oh fuck!" She said loudly this time. I continued to type on my laptop, still ignoring her. "Ryan, what happened?" She demanded, sounding edgy. I shrugged my shoulders, still running my fingers swiftly on my laptop. "Did we...did we uhm..." She paused. I smiled to myself. I could imagine her biting her lip, looking all flushed. "We're leaving for Chicago in two hours" I deadpanned. "Gosh your voice is so deep" she said and huffed, forgetting about the topic of last night's event. "That deep, bass voice almost got me scared"Ten seconds passed "Wait did you just say WE ARE LEAVING FOR CHICAGO?!"I closed my laptop and finally turned to f
CLAIRE. Mr and Mrs Taylor were really nice people as Ryan as described them. Ryan had informed me earlier that we are going to be at their place throughout our stay in Chicago. The Taylors know about the business deals he's having in Chicago since they're also involved in one way or the other. They had specially invited Ryan to their place and insisted he took their nice offer--That's what Ryan told me. Mr and Mrs Taylor welcomed us into their home warmly and asked one of the maids to show Ryan and I to our bedroom to take a rest. The gentle maid led us to one of the bedrooms upstairs and it was when I entered with Ryan it registered in my brain. Ryan and I are going to be sharing the same bedroom! What the fucking fuck!I took in few but important details of the perfect looking bedroom and was relieved to see a couch nearby, at least he would take that while I use the bed. I plunked on the bed "You're taking the couch" "Okay" He said without an argument, surprising me. That'
RYAN. I don't understand what Claire was doing to me. I find myself wanting her around me, wanting to hear her light voice, so I try all ways to get her close to me. The door opened, she's back. The soft sounds of her footsteps filled my ears, followed by the sound of her body on the bed. Her feminine scent hit my nose, and I turned myself around to look at her. "Someone's going to bring it in soon" She says gently, resting her back on the headboard. "You look worse than you were minutes ago"That's because I feel worse, but I know as soon as I get a good sleep, I'll be back to my old healthy self. This sick feeling is not new to me, it happens whenever I'm very stressed. There was a knock on the door and Claire said a come in. A young lady about Claire's age, dressed as a maid entered the room with a glass of water and a medicine I'm guessing to be paracetamol on a tray. She took slow ladylike steps towards us and stopped at the foot of the bed. Claire smiled brightly at her. "H
CLAIRE. Ryan didn't say anything at first, neither did I, there was nothing to say. His stance afront me was bold and alluring, his attractive green eyes boring into me. "Why'd you leave like that?" He asked with no emotion displaying on his face or in his voice. Actually, I was wrong when I said there was nothing to say, there are a lot of things to say, but I don't think I can voice them out. "I had to come after you like a puppy" He says rolling his eyes at me. My spirit lifted at the thought of him rushing after me, but his next words brought it down. "I can't have the Taylors looking at me like I'm an asshole, which is why I'm going through all these stress of rushing after you"Oh, he's an asshole. He was only trying to impress the Taylors or he would've stayed to flirt with Stella and probably take the conversation to her bedroom. 'Calm down, Claire. You're exaggerating everything'I took a deep breath. "Are you okay?" He asked with observing narrowed eyes.No, I'm no