ClaireThe air inside was still, carrying the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the scent of the ocean breeze. He was there, sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, fingers loosely woven together.I stop just inside, letting the door click shut behind me.“Can we talk?”I force my shoulders to stay relaxed, my expression to stay neutral, but my heartbeat stumbles. When it comes to Giancarlo, talk never means anything good. It never has.“Give me a minute.” I said in a low voice.I work to swallow and keep my breath calm as I cross the room to the closet. Picking a robe, I wore it and let it sit around me before letting the towel loose. I could almost feel his stare burning the back of my head, but I stayed calm.After securing the robe around me, I clocked my hair, letting free of the ones that were stuck inside the robe before turning around and making my way towards a chair. “Alright,” I said, meeting his gaze. “What do you want to talk about?”He looked at me fo
For a few seconds I was rooted to my spot, watching. His hands were in his pocket, his back to me, waves flipping at his ankles. Her fingers curl around his forearm, slow and deliberate, her body barely covered by the thin excuse of a bikini.I couldn't really see her face from where I stood, but I could damn well see the shape of her body and even I could not compete with that. I didn't need to go close to know her skin was radiant and soft just as much as her curves were gracious. And he doesn't even try to push her away. My stomach tightens—not with jealousy, I tell myself, but with something colder, heavier. I swallowed, my eyes refusing to move from the two of them.This is why he asked if we could stay a few more days.I should’ve known. The way he asked out of the blue wasn't something usual. Was this what he was pushing down his throat?The hurt is unexpected, creeping in at the edges of my chest, making my breath unsteady. This isn’t real. We aren’t even real and we would s
GiancarloI didn't realize how tightly my jaw was clenched until I heard her say it. Her words rang in my head repeatedly as I stared into her bluish– green eyes.“Pretending to care.”My fingers curl into fists at my sides, tension coiling tight in my chest. The words shouldn't affect me this much, but it is.“What are you talking about?”But she ignored me, attempting to go back to sleep, her eyes burning with something I couldn't quite tell. Hurt, maybe. Betrayal. She didn’t even hesitate before throwing the accusation at me like it was a fact.“Claire!”“Just leave me alone, Giancarlo. If she's the reason you want to stay a few more days, then be my guest.”Her voice was muffled by the blankets, but it didn't stop her voice from cracking underneath it.“You think that’s what I'm doing?” My voice w
ClaireI stepped onto the plane, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder, willing myself to shake off the lingering weight of everything that happened on this vacation. The kiss. The fight. The tension.The days that led to this day, I treated him like anyone would treat someone they were trying to get rid of. Like a ghost. There was another way to do it. If I wanted my sanity back, I had to classify him under where he belonged. Insignificant.I needed space at least. Time. Something to put my thoughts back in order. But the universe, apparently, had other plans. After Giancarlo kept our bags, we turned towards our seats. A few steps away, my eyes landed on her.She was already settled in first class, long legs crossed, effortlessly elegant even in something as simple as travel clothes. A soft cashmere sweater, designer sunglasses perched atop her sleek, perfectly styled hair. She looked up just as we stopped, recognition sp
Never did I think I would be saying out those words, at least not as soon as I thought. Giancarlo was an asshole, but he also showed me a side of him I never thought existed.“I think I might be in love with him.” I spoke again.Silence.I didn’t look up right away. I can feel her reaction without even seeing it. The way her body stills, the way she blinked once, then again as if she was processing what I had just told her.When I finally glanced at her, she was staring at me, lips slightly parted like she was about to say something but didn’t know where to start.“…What?”She made an attempt at speaking but closed her mouth after that word left her mouth. I let out a breath, shaking my head.“I know. It’s—it’s not supposed to happen. It shouldn’t have happened.” I rub my temples, frustration curling inside me. “But it
GiancarloSince we got back, I had made sure Enzo kept tabs on my grandfather to not only prevent him from doing anything stupid like a wedding, but also give me information on cases he couldn't stop.Today, work was boring and I felt the need to stretch my legs and maybe drop by Enzo's office to know what's up. I barely went to his office.So, I didn't knock. I never do. A lot of times he's pointed out to me never knocking, but I never mind him since I have just as much right to his office.Then when I pushed the door open, words hanging on my tongue, the sight that greeted me knocked the air from my lungs.My best friend, sitting a few inches away from my fiancée. His palm rested on the side of her face, body angled toward her. The look on her face, surprised, she looked like her brain was yet to process anything. But she was not pulling away. She was not stopping him.“What—&r
ClaireWhat the hell just happened?My brain was frozen, my gaze fixed in one direction as I moved. I don't remember walking to the door, either, but somehow, I was already in the hallway, the sharp echo of their voices behind me growing muffled with each step I took.At one point, panic surged through my system at their loud voices. I feared people would hear two best friends arguing over a girl who barely had anything to her name.But then it was gone, replaced by shock again.The world felt distant, like I was moving through the ocean, my body weightless, my mind completely blank.I mean, a part of me knew what he showed me was more than casual. I knew he was harbouring feelings for me and that was why I avoided him. But for him to grow the balls and say it. In Giancarlo's presence.I reached my desk before I realized I had made it back to my side of the office. From the side of my vision
My heart almost leapt out of my throat but for my mouth that was holding it back. It all happened in the split of a second and I didn't even see it coming. One second, my hands were on the steering wheel, staring at the road but not really seeing it. I let Giancarlo occupy my mind too much and now I might be hanginging between life and death.Then a blaring horn and bright headlights cut through my thoughts a split second before the impact, giving my body a violent jolt. My body lurched forward, the seatbelt yanking me back just as my forehead crashed against the steering wheel. Pain sprouted instantly, sharp, but not unbearable.For a moment, everything went still. My breath came in laboured, short and shaky gasps. The scent of burnt rubber and something I couldn't quite place a name to, filled my nose.“Oh, shit…” My voice came out weak, barely audible over the ringing in my ears.“What the fuck is your problem!!? Are you freaking bling!? Do you want to get yourself killed?” I tur
Giancarlo.I could read the fear in her eyes as I spoke about doggy. I knew she enjoyed doggy or had enjoyed the doggy that day so I was going to give it to her no matter what. Her satisfaction was my priority and I was more than ready to give her that.Whether I collapsed after or not wouldn't be a problem. "I'll just rise again," I tried to assure myself as I looked at her fear-stricken eyes, that were growing watery."It's fine, Claire. I won't collapse, I promise". I winked reassuringly at her, trying to uplift her spirit."We'll do it on the bed and you won't have to stand.” The fear reduced in her eyes but didn't disappear completely as she spoke, voice trembling and low.She wriggled her fingers nervously, kneeling on the bed and giving me a pleading look. "You'll take it easy, won't you?" She looked like she was going to cry as she pouted at me, hands pulling into a pleading position."Come on," my heart softened the more as her pink lips pouted and her blue-green eyes grew
Claire.I returned almost immediately, my urge burning hotter and my heart dancing in a flame of fiery passion, pulling my nipples upright again.I wanted to suck his dick so bad that my mouth ached and my tongue lolled out, falling helplessly over my lower lip.His dripping cum was so sexy to look at that I fought with little chance of winning, to resist the urge to grab his dick and lick them all up.His standing figure and dangling pink penis was hungry to be grasped, watching me with puppy eyes and begging me to give in to the tempting thought.I gave up on trying to fight my cravings and caved in, pushing all rational thoughts from my mind and letting the moment engulf my senses like smoke.I lifted myself in one blow and grabbed the slightly weak penis and pushed it into my mouth, pushing it deeper to the back of my tongue and bending my neck a little backwards.I began to suck the remaining cum that was dripping from his dick, savoring the taste wonderfully and wishing he had c
Claire.I squirted uncontrollably, legs vibrating like a freezing hen and some of the liquid pouring on his face, bathing him like a shampoo and staining his red cheeks with its milky color.To my surprise he licked them all up, tongue dangling outside in a seductive way that turned me on the more. He went down again, hands widening my legs the more for easier access and tongue flicking the topmost part of my vagina hungrily.He licked all of the squirt, taking time to lick most of them from my clitoris and breathing oxygen to cool it down. My head went back in satisfaction as the pleasure increased more than the last, slowly taking over my thinking faculty and pulling me closer to the brink of slipping out of consciousness.But he stopped, hands still pulling my legs apart and head raised, smiling at me with his lips and his eyes, some squirt dangling on his chin. “I love you,” he said with emotions sitting comfortably in his eyss. The words sent more shivers into my body, filling m
Claire.I didn't even know where it had all began, whether it had been from the hospital or from the cab we just alighted from. My mind was swimming in ecstasy, hands searching for places in Carlo's body to explore, brain blank but echoing with the feeling of his hands under my thighs, hot and promising and not the least deterred by the short I was putting on.My eyes danced with a merger of love and lust blinded by it so much that nothing else made sense nor mattered. I couldn't even remember anything but his presence beside me, domineering and sexy, making me feel more loved than I had ever felt in my entire life. How we had escaped the hospital was a wonder to me. All I remembered were his touches that tingled my skin with pleasures and that kept multiplying tenfolds with his fast moving fingers. My mind was dazzled with just the fire in his eyes, burning so fiercely that it was enough to roast a cow.We were already crashing into our room, mouth plunged in each other's and hand
Claire.I drew my fingers hastily from Theodore's arms, wincing at the pain that seared it. How could he have been so savage? Anger bristled in my chest and my head banged musically from the struggle.Carlo was already by my side, tending to it and casting sharp furious looks at Theodore with each bruise he found on my fingers. I could feel the electic-charged raw anger that flowed through both of them and could hear their laboured breathing. The tensed environment grew worse as they both clenched their fists at the same time, glaring hard at each other and pouring a truckload of carbon dioxide on me.I nudged Carlo to pull him out of the rage but he only noticed me flippantly.The last thing I wanted was for Carlo's name to be stained together with Theodore's. It didn't matter that it would portray him as a weak man. As long as it wasn't something suiable by law, I was okay with it. I averted my eyes to Mrs. Grayson and she was still staring at the camera in a gape, her face scarle
Giancarlo.My head reeled with so many obscene thought but the most prevalent was the thought of murder. My mind danced with another good idea, an answer to the reeling in my head. The idea of squeezing all the devilish wickedness in her soul untill she vomited them out and repented from her wickedness."Of course we're most grateful to you for adding yourself to the witness list," she added and I was certain I would lunge forward and bite her head off, ground it perfectly into dust and spit it out on Theodore.My lips quivered, moving up and down as I breathed rage in and out and my skin burned fierily with her confidence in telling me to watch as my fiancee married someone else. My intestines entangled with my kidney as the mocking smile she and Theodore shared did not waver one bit, enlarging the more as they saw anger simmering in me.Claire stirred and everyone turned to her, each person having his own intentions towards her. She looked like sleeping beauty awakening from her s
Giancarlo.The crawling car finally arrived at the hospital after two business days and I couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. More because my worries were to be satisfied than because of their tortoise speed. I thanked them for the ride with gritted teeth and hurried away. I recognized grandpa Ettore's security as two were just stepping out."Where's she?" I asked breathlessly, eyes scanning everywhere as if I would find her hanging around."VIP room 2," one of them replied and I rushed in, almost pushing a pregnant lady down. Let her be fine please! I begged under my breath as I navigated my way through the hospital, panting heavily like a dog. After much running, I finally got to the room.Grandpa and Lorenzo were in already alluding to the fact that the police van had taken more than a week to get me to the hospital. "She's fine," Lorenzo said after taking one look at me. "She just fainted from shock. She's sleeping now," he tried calming me but I wouldn't have it. I wen
Giancarlo.My heart ripped into two and hands trembled epileptically as Claire disappeared from the rail. Oh God, let it not be that she had fallen. Let it be that my eyes were failing me. My mind went wild with the fear and my nose suddenly found the oxygen around too suffocating. My brain thumped hard as the world spun continuously, stopping to remind me that time couldn't freeze.I rushed in a jiffy to the rail to see if something had happened, if she was peehaps suspended on air or if there would be some miracle, any trick that would stop her from falling.I looked down, eyes wary in search and blood flooding my face as I checked every angle. My mouth grew bitter and my teeth chattered with the ice cube of fear and panic making my mind reel with anxiety as I kept searching.I could barely breathe without feeling a ragging in my heart, pulling all the strings of emotions together and tying them to my ribcage. My hands clasped hard on the rail, as I continued the search, looking u
Claire.Even as the thought filled my head, I rebuked it almost immediately, hating myself for even thinking of it. There were so many things I wanted to do and dying had suddenly paled out of the list. Dying would mean that I would never feel the fire in my body whenever Carlo's palms grated my skin and that I had renounced the shivers that always ran pleasurably down my spine with just a light caress from him.It would mean that I would never see Carlo again and never accept his massive dick into my pussy that always grew wet whenever there was little problem to worry about and that I would have to cut short my future and everything at the young age of 25 even before I had married the love of my life!!!Certainly even if I had gone haywire I wouldn't be stupid enough to do it. Life was too short to kill myself.I kept eyeing the guards for them to back out, fear shearing my heart and numbing my mind from all other emotions as the wind blew dangerously at my hair, sending wisp flyin