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36... Dance with you...
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A Partner For The Rich Playboy 37...Share a little kiss...
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
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 38...Are you crushing on me...
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
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 39...Did we have sex?...
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
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 40...Sleep with me...
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'
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 41...On your thighs...
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
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 42... Can't sleep...
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
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 43... Button up his shirt...
CLAIRE. "You remember when you asked if I ever had a crush on someone?"When Ryan asked that question, I could already predict what his next words would be and it saddens me. I regretted bringing up Stella's topic. "Stella is uhmm...how do I put it..." He trailed off and I pray he doesn't complete his sentence, I don't want him saying anything else about her.The room is now quiet, he's probably not going to utter words relating to Stella anymore. I was about to have an excited mental dance for the die down of Stella's topic when he started to talk. "She's the first and last girl I ever felt something strong for"Oh. I flicked my eyelashes downwards. "Do you still have feelings for her?" 'Claire, shut the fuck up! You're hurting yourself!' A voice in my head screamed at me. I still don't understand why it hurts to know about his relationship with Stella. I mean, he's not my real boyfriend, so I shouldn't feel this way, it doesn't even make any sense. Ryan raked his hair backwar
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 44...Kitchen girls...
CLAIRE. Is it really possible to die of boredom, like literally? If yes, then I'm afraid my death date is very near. I've been on my own, not leaving the bedroom, not even for breakfast, I had my breakfast brought in by some maids like I'm some royalty. I spoke with my family and I went through social media, all alone in this very big bedroom. I watched TV, alone.I laughed at comedies, alone. I sang along with musicians on TV, alone also. And now I'm just tired of being alone and as luck would have it, there was a knock on the door. "Come in"The door opened half way to reveal Anita, Mrs Taylor's daughter in law dressed in a blue short dress. She stood at the entrance of the room, smiling at me."Uhm" she cleared her throat "I thought you might wanna join us downstairs since you're here alone, but if you are okay here, and probably like to be alone and....""I'll like to join" I said way too quickly. She chuckled, showing her white teeth "Okay" Anita and I didn't exchange a
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A Partner For The Rich Playboy 77... Blessed...
CLAIRE. I feel my heart softening towards Ryan. I took a sharp breath. "Ryan, you are messing my head up" "I want you back, Claire. I want you for real this time..."I want him in my life too, but... "The contract" I mentioned. "Fuck the contract, it's gonna get terminated" He pushed back his full hair. "I just want you in my life. I wasn't able to sleep well, or eat well. I couldn't even think straight, I felt like I've lost you forever" He whispered. It was obvious he is not the normal Ryan I know, some things are not right about him. I observed him again, and I noticed he lost weight, his dark eyes told me he wasn't getting enough rest and the sincerity in his eyes is so clear and bright, I don't think that can be faked. I gazed at him speechlessly, suppressing the urge to fall into his arms. "What can I do to make you accept me?" He asked slowly. I sighed. "I can go on my kneels right now, right here if you want" He said, rushing his words and sounding eager. I couldn't h
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 76...He hurt you, Claire...
CLAIRE. I cried on Terry's shoulder, and he was nice enough not to ask me questions. When I got home earlier today, he noticed something was off about me and walked after me to my bedroom. As soon as he entered, I unintentionally broke down in front of him. "I feel so down, Terry. It hurts so much" I poured out with croaked voice. "I know, I know" he whispered, smoothening my hair with his palm "I'm gonna kill him"I raised my head from his shoulder to look at him squarely "Please, don't do that, don't hurt him""But, he hurt you" he reminded me softly. "I still love him" I sobbed. He sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. "And please don't tell Charles about any of this" I pleaded, holding his arm."Including the fake relationship?" He asked with a frown. "Yes, please"He reluctantly nodded in agreement "Okay""Thank you"I placed my head on his shoulder to continue my weeping. I can't believe I'm crying over a guy I never had a real relationship with. I'm just so stupi
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 75...I love you, Claire...
CLAIRE. "He proposed to you after the date?" Terry questioned, eyeing the ring from where he sat in the living room. It took me five seconds to answer him as the memory of the day Ryan gave me the ring flashed to my head, I smiled "Yeah, he did"He tilted his head "And you said yes to a fake marriage?" "Lower the volume of your voice, my uncle might hear you" I warned him sternly. "Sorry" he whispered "You said yes to a fake marriage?" He repeated in a whisper. "I did"He closed and reopened his eyes quickly. "Wait, rewind, rewind, rewind" He said dramatically, gesticulating with his hands. "So, you guys were in a fake relationship, yeah?""Yeah" I confirmed. He folded his arms across his chest "Are you telling me the touchy touchy and those seductive looks in the club was all for a show?""I..I think I already had feelings for him at that time" I answered, almost stuttering."The way you look at him..." He narrowed his eyes at me "Explains everything"I twisted the edge of my s
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 74... You're gonna ruin me, baby...
RYAN. "Good morning" Claire's cheerful voice made me turn my head towards the entrance door. The moment my eyes met with hers, all words flew into thin air. Oh, great! I thought my feelings will start to dwindle after the sex we had, instead, the exact opposite is happening. Her morning look can easily pass as my weakness anytime, and then to top it, her beautiful smile. "Hey, I uhmm..." She walked closer to the table "Brought you this" she dropped the plate of sliced apple she was holding on the table. "Thank you" I said slowly, typing with half concentration. "You are welcome" she said in a singsong. I licked my lips, trying not to get distracted by her beautiful face and voice. "So I got your note..." She began.I slowed my fingers on the keyboard, expecting her next words. "You could have just talked to me in person instead of sending a note"I did that because I was avoiding her, avoiding all troubles that came with this romantic feelings, but she's right. Talking to he
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 73...Love can make you a kind person...
CLAIRE. I caressed Ryan's hard-on, watching as he lost all control. I got my own joy from watching his reaction and getting to feel the hardness and hugeness of his dick. "Claire" he breathed "Are you trying to kill me?" His voice was getting unclear and raspy. "We are really doing this...."I gazed at him, and he gazed back with lust filled eyes, then I climbed on his laps to straddle him. "Yeah, we are"I kissed him slowly and teasingly, twisting my body on his thighs. I felt his erection go harder as we progressed with our desirous kiss, it added a whole new fire to how I feel. "Claire, you're gonna be the death of me" he whispered raspingly, and sped up the french kiss afterwards. He pulled my nightie down to my waist, exposing my breasts, and his shirt was off his body too, revealing his attractive naked chest and his little tattoos. He kissed me all over my skin, while I wrapped my hand around the back of his head, whispering his name, then he flipped me over the bed, touch
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 72.... Marriage Proposal...
RYAN. I feel really nervy like I'm about to go for a real marriage proposal tonight. I don't wanna fuck this up. Knowing Claire, one little mistake might make her reject the proposal, fake or not, or she might get into an argument with me and ruin the engagement plans. I breathed out for calmness before going downstairs to meet her, but I when I got there, expecting to see her in her beauty glory, I got disappointed with her absence. I almost rolled my eyes. Girls. I bet she is still taking her time to prettify herself. She is supposed to be the one to wait for me here considering she was the first to start the dress, but look who's waiting now. Soon, I heard the sound of her heels clinking to the tiles as she took slow, majestic steps down the stairs. Oh my God. This girl is beautifully created. Claire is so damn gorgeous.Her black, short gown which stopped above her knees and fitted her body, clinging to the right parts like it was destined for her body, was matching with my u
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 71... I love you...
CLAIRE. After taking a cold shower, I found it very hard to fall asleep. I got out of the room and headed to the kitchen for something to eat, drink , or do, just anything to get Ryan out of my head. I still feel his hands on my body and I want it back there for real. I ended up taking some water before going back to the bedroom. I didn't get completely calmed, but a least the water seems to work to some extent. I wonder if Ryan is has fallen asleep, or he is busy with work on his laptop or probably sorting out some paperwork. The sound of his bedroom door closing told me he is very much wide awake. I got off from the big bed and walked towards the exit of the bedroom, but when I got to the front of the door, I halted. 'What the hell are you doing, Claire?' A sassy voice questioned. Good question. What am I doing?Well, I don't care about what I'm doing, as long as I'm just doing them to remain normal, especially in the head, since all in my brain box is just him. I opened the
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 70...wild imaginations...
RYAN. Claire and I got home safely, and that is enough for me to say a little Thanksgiving prayer under my breath, I mean, it wasn't easy for me with the temptations that kept creeping in while I was handling the wheel.My blood was so hot from desire, and I thought I was the only one that felt it to that degree until Claire took me by surprise by kissing me with the same hotness I feel. The kiss feels really heated, filled with so much passion and unspoken desires. I sat on the couch and with my hands under her thighs, I made her sit on my laps, then palmed both sides of her ass which was shoot out in the short sext dress that clung to her body. She straddled me, kissing me deeply with a hand at the back of my head, massaging my scalp which gave a real soothing feeling. One of my hands crawled under her short dress, making direct contact with her warm, smooth skin while we feast on each other's mouth. My aim is to get my hands up and feel her wetness, because I am so arousrd at
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 69... Nightclub...
CLAIRE. I am trying so hard not to get affected by Ryan but I'm failing that task. It sounds easy, and it should be with any other guy, but trust me, it is not even close to simple when the guy in question is a hot one every girl wants to end up in bed with. During the ride to the nightclub, I caught him taking glimpses at me many times that I ended up losing count. The club, which is the venue for the birthday party is exquisite and full of wealthy people.Glancing at him as I walked side by side with him, I realized he is the same in the business world as he is in this type of wild world, apparently he is popular here too. He doesn't have a smile on his face, and he isn't going for unnecessary chats, just accurate observations gotten with confidence and intelligence. We strode straight to the bar, and ordered our drinks. The birthday celebrant soon noticed us and came over to greet us. The curiousity in his eyes did not go unnoticed by me, but he didn't press us with many quest
