After dinner and shower they retired to bed. It was past midnight and evidently exhaustion was part of both of them.Ryan flicked the lights off. "You looked sexy in that red dress," he said while laying down."So I've heard," Claire bragged, "from two guys, excluding you." She grinned at him. Ryan glowered at her through the luminous mood outside. "Oh yeah? And you must be very happy, huh?" Sarcasm splattered on his displeased face."Of course, I am! Who wouldn't be?" Claire smiled, provoking him.Ryan sighed heavily. "I'll let it slide this time." He drew back onto the pillow. "But don't you ever dress like that when I'm not with you, get it?"There was a crazy part of Claire that loved his controlling nature. She had no idea why but it stirred her up in some strange ways, and even more from the fact that she would object to him whenever he played bossy."Says who? I can wear whatever I want . . . and whenever," she argued. "Okay, pray that I don't catch you," Ryan muttered. "Becaus
Claire knew she was done for. Only a fool wouldn't discern that she was coming from Ryan's place as he'd just exited his private elevator, dressed a bit vulgarly for her usual taste.She wouldn't be surprised if she looked like a call girl, she mused inside. Now what was she going to say?"Um, hi." Her voice was feeble."Hi." Bruno tried to smile but it was almost impossible. He couldn't hide the confusion, and his usually charming face was currently a brochure of questions. "Are you going somewhere?" he asked gently, seeing how uncomfortable she looked.The dress was one among the reasons. Jeez, it was only meant for the darkness—now that it was beaming bright, she felt more naked under his gaze."Home," she replied."Oh. Alright, maybe I could give you a ride if you want?" Bruno offered. Such a gentleman! Claire smiled restively. "I mean, if you don't have a car, that is."Well, she had the keys of Ryan's car, but it felt awkward telling that to Bruno.Decidedly, she acquiesced to h
A short silence reigned as Bruno followed her direction. She was lost in this new information."But you know what?" Bruno uttered, urging her to look at him."Everyone knows that Doris feels more than just friendship for Ryan. It's just that Ryan has clearly shut himself up when it comes to her and she never stood a chance with him since way before.""Oh?" Claire felt some kind of relief and rage at the same time."Sometimes I feel sorry for her, and if she learns about this, I'm sure she'll be very heartbroken." Bruno's concern was for everyone close to him, it seemed.Claire admired his noble heart.Thinking of Doris, she uttered, "That is, if she hasn't learned that yet.""You think she knows?" Bruno asked, curious."I don't know, Bruno, and I'm not even sure if it's important anymore," Claire replied, no longer entertained with the subject.That jerk had been lying to her. She couldn't stop feeling mad about this."Why?" Bruno asked without imposing."Nothing, I'm just saying," Cl
"Don't you think it's too early to shade tears, Cinderella?" A familiar voice mocked."Excuse me?" Claire scowled incredulously as her eyes met Doris. She wiped her unshed tears right away, her hatred for crying deeper."You look terrible," said Doris as she neared her, her manner rather spiteful and conceited. "Have you finally learned your lesson?" She crossed her arms on the chest, smirking.This bitch! Claire tried her best to keep calm despite her stirred tempter."I can't say it was nice meeting you, so I'll pretend you're not here," Claire retorted, pissed off. She continued walking, ignoring Doris' victorious remark.She was not worth it."There'll never be two suns in the sky," Doris uttered scornfully, and Claire halted in her tracks. "I'm glad you've realized sooner than later," she added.Fuck her! Claire turned around. "Do we have a problem, Doris?" she asked calmly."Oh," Doris muttered, her tone sarcastic. "Sorry, I was just thinking out loud. Why? Did something happen
On Monday, at work, Claire was inside Nathan's office after the morning briefing. The designs were proceeding accordingly, except for a few details made during their recent meeting."So, you think we should adjust a bit?" Nathan asked once they settled down, a big computer screen displayed with the specific illustrations."Not the whole thing. I was just thinking of using the false ceiling over here, and some LED lights with similar ambiance, but on this one . . . let’s keep it as it is." Claire was tentative, seemingly engrossed into her element."That sounds great, Levy!" Nathan said, and thoughtfully he studied everything they were discussing about.At last they were done with work matters."So how was your weekend?" Nathan asked when Claire got up to gather her notes."Just so and so; nothing major," Claire replied vaguely. "I'm sorry for leaving in such a frenzy at the club.""No, don't mind. I knew you were in safe hands," Nathan teased, grinning up at her."He seems like the je
The infamous designs for the SK project were finally coming to an end. Even though they remained wary of what Ryan Stevens would say after the next presentation, everyone seemed to be optimistic. With that, Nathan suggested going out for a round of drinks at Rocket."You coming, Levy?" asked Nathan as they slipped into the elevator on their way out."Why not?" Claire replied, completely aware of his ploy."Great. But only if you promise that we won't get busted again," he joked. They both laughed while waiting for the elevator to take them down.Their team had nine members, including Nathan Panther, the leader. Elevator flung open and Everyone slipped in. Common noises filled the air as it slowly shut and began descending down.Claire was exceptionally quiet with her thoughts. Her phone had been silent the whole day, no single text or call from Ryan. It was strangely disturbing. She was definitely missing him."What about you, Claire? How much can you bet that Lydia will get wasted to
"Mr. Stevens?" Claire spoke, and a smile appeared on her face right away "Okay, Grandfather. I'm just used to calling you Mr. Stevens, that's all."Ryan smiled fondly. "You're beautiful," he whispered into Claire's ear, making her frown while wincing back so he wouldn't touch her."But of course I'll have to be there, since you're personally inviting me now," Claire said, smiling again. "Don't worry about that, Mr. St—I mean, Grandfather." Now she hissed at Ryan who kept teasing her face. "Okay, have a goodnight. And it was really nice hearing from you, too." In a few seconds she hung up."Why did he say to make you laugh like that?" Ryan asked with a chuckle."None of your business," Claire retorted."Seems like I'm being left out now. So we're set now, aren't we?" Ryan asked, taking his phone from her."You're such a conman," Claire snapped. Ryan's eyes widened. "What? You did this on purpose, didn't you? You just wanted—" Her lips were shut by his instantly, holding her deftly by t
Bastard! She could no longer repress her tears.It was mid-summer but Claire was surprisingly feeling a terrible chill. She fastened the sides of her jacket and enveloped herself tightly while walking speedily on a foot-walk lane, oblivious of anything and anyone around her.She wanted to be at home as soon as possible, but there was no sign of any taxi, nor of any bus. What a Deja vu! She suddenly remembered the rainy day in Montesby and how it led to that fateful encounter with him.How was she going to be home quickly now? She sniffed, watching the cars moving fast, the sky dark. And her stepbrother crossed her mind, quite unusual. She gave him a call. She couldn't care less of looking vulnerable. She just did it."I'll be right there, and calm down please," Jorge said."Okay, please hurry."She was now sitting in a convenient store, her shoes off her legs. The heels had her legs tired, hurt even, and it occurred to her that she might need to use flats for a few days until the blis
The gym room! It suddenly crossed Claire's mind that she hadn't checked the gym room. Claire's eyes rested straight on Ryan when she entered the gym room. He was drenched in sweat, earphones on his ears, while running frustrated on the treadmill. It was crystal clear to Claire that he'd been doing this for a very good while. Her heart was pounding fast as she looked at him—at his wide back. The room was huge and spacious. It was serenely painted in white and light grey. A few workout machines were installed, including the treadmill near the wide window where Ryan was currently stationed. On the wooden floor lay two yoga mattresses, dumbbells, and medicine balls. Sighing, Claire slowly shut the door behind her and paced towards Ryan, who was extremely absentminded to even discern her presence in the room. She reached the treadmill and took a few steps to announce her presence. And he finally took notice of her. "Ryan," Claire called slowly, carefully, standing before his eyes. A
Being alone with Denis, inside the car, Claire could only think of the rides she'd had with Ryan.This felt different—awkward even— and she had to think twice before responding to whatev er Denis was rumbling about."Okay, I'm hereby dropping you home, safe and sound," he announced sassily once they arrived at Claire's."Are you sure you can't come in? The evil step mom will be very happy to see you," Claire said sarcastically."No, thanks, I'll pass," he replied defensively. Claire managed to laugh heartily. "Thanks for tonight; I had a terrific welcome back dinner." His tone softened, his eyes beaming."Um, pleasure," Claire answered. "I . . .guess I'll see you around. Have a good night?" She had nothing else to say, and the atmosphere was getting tense from the way Denis was staring at her.It was a longing stare."Sure. Be good." He smiled tightly, a wave of sadness crossing his face.When she walked inside the gate it was nearly eight. A sigh escaped her lungs as she stopped by t
Claire was with Denis around six in the evening.While seated across one another in the restaurant, Claire finally spoke after a long uneasy silence. "Do you realize you've been staring at me for minutes now?" she asked, trying to get rid of the small discomfort of his eyes devouring her."I know," Denis replied with a smile. "I guess I'm trying to encode this new you. You have really changed, Claire; you are so beautiful."Here it comes. Claire sighed."Was I ugly back then? Because I think that's what you're insinuating." She took a sip of water from the table.Denis chuckled. "No, you've always been beautiful, trust me. But you look more mature now, and you're glowing in some ways I can't explain." He tried to continue flattering her, but the maître d' interrupted with the menu. Denis looked at Claire and asked, "What would you like to eat?""Anything," Claire replied, her tummy responding with a faint grumble.If Ryan was here, he would definitely have something to say about it. S
Ryan was in his office going through several reports involving the remodeling project.Earlier this morning he had the pleasure of visiting the site, and the progress was visible. Heavy machines and equipment were active all over the place, with all the workers as busy as required."I found another one in Montesby. It's our new target," Ryan said while closing the file he'd been reading.Doris and Harry were also present in his office, and none of the other two seemed surprised by this news. Ryan always had a back-up plum—whether by luck or chance."Oh, finally we're kicking that bastard!" Harry was ecstatic. "Is it great?"Great was an understatement. Fuck, that land was a goldmine! Location itself was to die for—somewhere near the sea—and the look of it was already breathtaking without anything built yet. Ryan wondered if the owner was ready and willing to sell it. If not, he'd move heaven and earth to get the sale, by any means humanly possible."It's perfect for just anything," Ry
Ryan yielded completely into her embrace, and it was something new. He was only human, Claire thought. Right now he was like a baby, afraid to lose his security item."I'll try to be normal," he whispered, hugging her back tightly.Claire regretted mentioning that. Was he always this sensitive?"No, don't," she rebuked. "I want you to be yourself, Ryan. Forget what I said, huh?" Ryan sighed. "Look, I have my demons . . . but you take me as I am. It was very stupid of me to say such a thing, Ryan. Forgive me.""Really now?" Ryan raised his head, amusement evident on his face.Yes, that was her Ryan. Claire smiled."I mean, let's do things naturally. Let's not push beyond limits, and this discussion is over," she said seriously. "Let's take a shower and get in bed.""And then talk like middle school kids?" Ryan finally spoke in the same mocking tone that Claire knew by heart."We can even have a pajama party while at it," she teased.The shower was long and refreshing. Inside the dressi
"Okay, Claire, do you want me to undress your seatbelt or something?" Ryan asked after a long moment of silence.Oh, they were home already! Claire smiled as her eyes met the parking lot."It's okay, I can do it," she muttered."Or we can't just work on your fantasy instead," Ryan teased.Claire rolled her eyes at him. "I'm starting to regret telling you that, Ryan. You're being too sex-driven." She unbuckled her seatbelt."We both are, Claire." Ryan was amused, happy to have her right now."Maybe, but I'd rather use that huge car of yours instead of this," Claire suggested playfully, biting her bottom lip at the thought."The Vogue?""Yeah, that one," Claire said."Well, that's a fair point. It's huge and spacious," Ryan said thoughtfully, and Claire couldn't contain her laugh. "So we're saving for another time?""Yeah, for tonight I want something decent.""Something decent? What is this, Claire? Are you suggesting I've been molesting you all this while?" Ryan laughed heartily sayin
They continued talking about land and real estate until they finished dinner."So, you're really not going to my place?" Ryan asked on their way out."I have work tomorrow, Ryan, and sleeping at your place means no sleeping at all,"Claire said, and it made him laugh amusedly. "Oh, so I'm a clown now?""No, you're just being silly. And clown? Isn't that supposed to be my catchphrase?" Ryan queried while opening the car door for her."You stole Bruno's, why can't I steal yours? And I thought you were drunk last night; you still remember it?" She was baffled, wondering how much he managed to hear last night."I was drunk, but it doesn't mean I lost my mind." Ryan grinned.They arrived at Claire's around nine o'clock. At the same time, Jorge had also arrived.He was exiting from the taxi as she clambered off Ryan's car."Claire. Hi," Jorge greeted, a little surprised that she was brought in a man's car."Hi, Jorge. Why the taxi? Don't tell me your car broke down again," Claire replied, r
Claire was feeling giddy as she exited the building. Her eyes met Ryan's right away. He was leaning casually against his black Mercedes. He beamed boyishly when she rushed his way, and then he chuckled when she catapulted into his arms while smiling like a schoolgirl."God, I missed you," she whispered, her lips on his at the same time, hungry and longing."Me more, baby." Ryan kissed her back, holding her waist possessively."Oh no, we're at my workplace." Giggling, Claire pulled back, apprehensive of her surroundings.Ryan smiled. "The things you make me do, Claire," he said, for he was never acquainted with this public display of affection, either. She flushed, and his eyes were staring at her with daze. "You are still looking lovely even at night.""So are you," Claire replied, smiling with content at the mere sight of him.But suddenly Ryan's face contorted. "Why do you look uncomfortable with the shoes?" He lowered his gaze down to her heels.Oh boy! Time to get scolded. Claire
He sighed, and slowly laughter escaped him. "What's this all about, Claire?" he asked, leaning against his desk, arms across the chest.Claire looked vexed. "I simply don't understand why you keep sending me mixed signals," she said.Ryan frowned. "Mixed signals?""Yes. First you ask me . . . no, you beg me to sleep with you, and the next day you treat me like trash. So what is it that you want from me? If you're shutting me out of your life, then do it like a man, and stop this ridiculous and stupid game of yours!" Claire lashed."What about you?" Ryan asked coolly, ignoring her yelling."What about me?" She frowned."What do you want from me? You're the one who wanted me to leave you alone, and it's exactly what I'm trying to do. So then what do you want from me, Claire?" His voice turned louder, menacing even. He uncrossed his arms and stood up once again, just a step or two from her.What did she want from him? Claire asked herself, and the answer was crystal clear by now."I want