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A Partner For The Rich Playboy 45...Knot a tie...
RYAN. Stella smiled brightly at me, her hazel eyes twinkling, those eyes are the ones I admired a lot of times in the past, but now, I find myself preferring a particular dark, blue gray ones. My eyes trailed towards the girl in possession of the blue gray eyes. She is sitting on the kitchen counter, her lips are pouty, set downwards in a frown. I glanced at the bright Stella and at the gloomy Claire, then I realized there's a mixup somewhere. It's my term of endearment.I strolled towards Claire, her plump lips parted in surprise. I was right. She thought the affectionate name was for Stella. Like come on, I know people see me as a crazy guy but I'm not that insane. I'm aware of Anita and Sarah's presence and wouldn't wanna jeopardize my fake relationship by acting carelessly around them. Claire still rocks her simple outfit the way she always does. Her hair was in a simple ponytail, and the piercings in her ear filled with tiny, shiny earrings. There was also a tiny chain around
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 46...What are you doing to me...
CLAIRE. I was still trying to get the logic in knotting the piece of cloth wrapped around my neck correctly, when I felt a familiar electrifying hand brush my fingers.I raised my head at Ryan with divided lips. He was sitting upright, shifting my body upwards on his body. I was now closer to his chest and his groin, feeling like I'm being powered by some kind of Sparks. Did he feel the electricity too? I don't think he did as his brows were in a crease, his lips opening a little to utter corrective words. He corrected my mistakes by placing his hands on mine to demonstrate, but I had only half of my attention on whatever he was saying. My complexion has changed to red, the effect from blushing, especially as I am now conscious of our position. I'm literally sitting on him. How the hell did that even happen?"Do you get it now?" He asked, now looking at me. I nodded repeatedly. "Okay" He loosened the perfectly knotted tie and asked me to do mine. As I did, my hands were sligh
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 47...Old loves die hard...
RYAN. It wasn't my intention to question Claire, but I did. I admit that she affects me in many ways. Most times in the past, I take that as something trivial, but now I'm not so sure I can do that anymore, as even at work, her image stays in my head, and I find it hard to push it away. I want to kiss her right now, I really want to, and I wish I could, but I can't. This is a fake relationship and if she reads too much into my actions, she'd end up getting an emotional pain like every other girl I've gotten involved with.Charles would come for me if he ever gets to learn I hurt Claire, and even Claire would personally behead me. Something unrecognizable within me holds me back from taking things far with Claire whenever we're alone. If I'd been with any other girl, and had close sensual contact with her the way I did with Claire, maybe I'd be banging her hard, with her legs up high by now, but this is Claire. I find her different from other girls I've been with. Whenever I'm
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 48...Stick to the rules...
CLAIRE. I shouldn't feel anything when I saw Ryan and Stella kissing in the gym, but I can't help it. I feel angry and so hurt. All those sexual tensions, those words he'd said to me in a seductive manner, they were all just a game to him the way it is with other girls. He doesn't find anything special with me, I stupidly allowed his playboy ways with me.When I woke up from my deep sleep earlier this morning to find Ryan absent in the room, I'd thought he went out for work, until Anita had come to the room to invite me to the gym, adding the information about Ryan's presence in the gym. Hearing Ryan's name made me eager to visit the gym. I got directions to the gym room from Anita. Now, I wish I didn't even accept the gym invitation in the first placeI keep reminding myself that I'm his fake girlfriend, and I shouldn't feel this way, but defining the type of relationship I have with Ryan isn't helping me to feel better. Ryan rushed into the bedroom and sat on the bed with me. I t
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 49... Listening to my heart...
RYAN. It's time to dine with the Taylors again, the room is filled with sounds of jokes, chuckles, cutleries clanking on plates. There's a guest among us, his name is Shane, it's his first time having a super with the Taylors and sleeping over at their place. He's been invited for lunch by the Taylors many times in the past and he also attended many functions with me as well as with the Taylors too. "You look beautiful, Stella" He shamelessly flirted with her right in our presence. "As always"Stella and I haven't exchanged a word since the kiss. Her eyes has been piercing through my soul since I arrived, it's awkward to look right back when Claire is sitting right beside me. My fake girlfriend is an expert killer, she might murder me right here, right now if I ever return Stella's longing stares. "Thank you, Shane" Stella smiled at him, then her eyes wandered to mine, again.'Please, don't put me in a helluva trouble, Stella' I begged mutely. "Miss Michaelson Claire, it's a plea
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 50...I wanna come closer...
CLAIRE. Stella really knows how to rile one up. I thought Ryan was best at it, but now, I've seen someone who does it better than him. Ryan still have feelings for her, and she's trying to rub it in my face, that's an act of immaturity if you ask me. I couldn't take the words she kept throwing in the dining room anymore, and just had to leave. She was confessing her feelings for Ryan right in my presence for fucks sake, she should at least try to show some respect. Fake girlfriend or not, I still have that relationship status with Ryan. For some stupid reasons, I was mad at Ryan also, even when I shouldn't be. The relationship we have isn't real, and I'd agreed to allow him live his romantic life anyhow he wants while he still have me as his girlfriend, but why do I not feel comfortable with that anymore? As I lay on the couch, still feeling exasperated about what happened earlier, half of my mind was getting pulled to the bed. I wished I was laying there beside Ryan, staring at h
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 51...Little Ryan...
RYAN. I was sluggishly buttoning up my open shirt, reminiscing the moments Claire had helped me with it. I glanced back at her sleeping form for the nth time today, my gaze connected with hers instantly, she's awake, and has been staring intently at my back without my knowledge. I get admiring look a lot from girls and I'm very familiar with it, but it's not the same when the stare comes from Claire. "Do you want me to help you with that?" She pointed a finger to my abs. God, her light voice which is a bit cracky due to lack of disuse for a long time, sounds so sexy. "Do you want to help?" I asked back. She rolled her eyes sassily. "I wanted a simple yes or no, not a question in return" I wanted to say something back to her sassy response, but I kept my mouth shut in other to avoid any argument with her, the last thing I want is to have another round of fight with Claire before going to work, and then end up saying things that'll hurt her and make her take the couch. She got o
A Partner For The Rich Playboy 52...Do you love Ryan?...
CLAIRE. I was in the kitchen with Sarah, Anita and Stella again, baking cup cakes of different flavors. It's fun to be with them, when I say 'them', I mean Anita and Sarah, Stella is excluded. The fun I get from being around Anita and Sarah sometimes get ruined by Stella's snarky remarks, targeted at me. I don't understand what I ever did to the girl. 'You're dating the guy she likes' My subconscious reminded me. Is that it? That's all I did? Is that enough reason for her to hate me? But Ryan and I are only fake dating. 'Well, she doesn't know that'I agree with that inner voice. From the side of my eyes, I got a blurry view of her perfect body sitting on the counter. I pursed my lips guiltily. Stella is only falling for Ryan like every other normal girl, but I feel like I'm the one hindering her from getting him. Or will I say I'm hindering Ryan from getting her now that she already reciprocated his feelings? "Oh my God, did you fall from heaven to meet Ryan? You're so perfect
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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
