ClaireI let out a single long breath, leaning back properly into the pillow. I laid bare chested, not bothering to cover up as I tried to catch my breath.This is it, right? I had gotten what I wanted, gotten too drunk on my hormones and now I was finally free of the tension that had built up in my lower abdomen. And suddenly the realisation started to sink in. What have I done!?I blinked, trying not to let the tears fall. A few minutes ago he was buried deep inside of me, bringing me different shades of pleasure I had never experienced, and now I was on the verge of tears from….regret?His arms wrapped around my waist, trying to pull me to himself, but too disgusted by what I had done, I gently slipped away. I turned to look at his confused face and I only got more conviction that I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have had sex with Giancarlo.I didn't fear he was not the type of man I want. I only feared that single act would pull me deeper into a pit I might not be able to p
ClaireI lay on the bed trying to figure out a way to fight myself out of the mess that I was in.How was I going to do it? How would I survive with all of them around me? My head throbbed as the questions refused to let my eyes blink in sleep.Just the previous day, Carlo had nearly ripped his client's head off about something that had to do with me.Very busy fighting my own annoyance over Sophia, Alex and Tory, I had not noticed any out-of-place stare from Theodore even when Carlo insisted there was.So when the fight broke out, my heart panged in mounting frustration and sadness.“If only I had not been around, things would have been better,” self doubt simmered through my head.Lorenzo and I were on our toes to keep the situation from escalating while still trying to keep our heads cool and not join the war.The aftermath of the meeting was the worse. My brain was pounding with every ounce of energy it could mutter and my eyes had watered so much that I could barely see my way ba
ClaireDid I just receive a dirty slap? My breath came in short as the lights dimmed and the spotlight shone on her.Just as elegantly as she had acted before, she turned and swung her waist this way and that while Alex followed her behind.A wildfire of anger spread through me, adding more flames to my cheeks.“This can't be real,” my mind raced as I tried to process the drama that just unfolded.Was this some kind of joke? I stood in silence, seething as their shadow faded away from sight.Could this have happened or was I in some wonderland where heart-rending slaps were given as late-hour dinner?My brain throbbed in heaviness.I reverted my red eyes to where the receptionist sat. She was still engrossed in her work."Are you alright?" A voice startled me.I took my hands down and my fist clenched and trembled with rage.Sophia slapped me? The light, feathery steps drew near to me and rounded his hands on my neck, weighing in on my short frame.His cologne drove straight to my te
Giancarlo I could barely breathe from the compression in my chest. Alex? He dared to lift his hands on my woman? My eyes double-crossed on things. My view was bloody and if something did not happen quickly, I would make it happen.I flew the stairs not bothering to use the elevator which was going to calculate its step.I had no time to let anything decide for me. Alex? I muttered the question under my breath as I replayed Claire's voice in my head.Alex, who was nothing more than a rat, dared to lay his hands on my fiancee? To slap and leave prints?It sounded like some overcooked balderdash. Where could he have gotten such bravery?Anger washed through me, consuming every rational thought in its path. I struggled to contain it but it blew through my brain, making my breath ragged.Still tossing the name in my head, I completed my descent. Where was his room? I scanned the reception area, searching for just a glimpse of him."Just a glimpse would do,” my heart tossed in fury.My
Giancarlo"I want to believe you're pulling my legs," I whispered, my stomach churning."I'm not. He just called to tell me that he's on his way to the Maldives," Enzo said, pocketing his phone and giving me the what-are-you-going-to-do-look. "I don't know," I replied and turned the door knob. I was already drained. It would do much good if I was just given enough time to tend to Clara's wounds. "Just help him lodge successfully and keep me updated.” I said weakly ."And," I continued, pressing my eyelids tight. "Don't let Grandpa hear about what I did. Don't let the news stay more than an hour”Fear gnawed in my throat. Why did he have to come?"It's 1: 35pm," Enzo said."What was he thinking about flying this late?" I wondered out loud, trying to muster as much calm as I could.My head banged in frustration and my feet could no longer hold me."He probably used the jet. What should I do for you?" He asked gently, his eyes as gray as a cloudy sky."Help me," the words slid as weak a
ClaireJust to clear my head, I had gone out for an early morning swim in preparation for the war.I needed to renew my self-control by making it as waterproof as possible. Swimming was the best therapeutic exercise for me. The only way I could escape everything and prepare for anything.I dipped myself into the water, basking in its chilly glory. My heartbeat slowed to a calm pace while my blood boiled with a strange feeling of enthrallment, filling my nostrils with air.My thoughts trailed back to the reply I had given Carlo. It was the wrong answer but the right name to mention.Alex had been bugging me a lot. It was high time he backed down and at least took Tory seriously. It wasn't fair for either of us.The image of the smirk on his face when Sophia had laid her hands on me, still filled my heart with dread. And whenever I thought back to his betrayal, I had to remind myself to take in some breaths so that my heart would not stop.Still relaxing at the bottom of the water, hop
Giancarlo"Oops," Sophia's voice sizzled through the room. "I should get going. We have to prepare to talk business shouldn't we?" She pulled herself up, arranged her skimpy gown and walked out the door.I was bristling with anger, sick and ready to die. How best was I going to explain myself? The scenario was crafted beautifully enough to be believable that without concrete evidence, the case couldn't be won in court.Even with the best lawyers, I didn't think there was a way to pull out of the tunnel of mess.My phone rang and I cringed at the caller. "Grandpa Ettore? What did he want? Of all times to call?" The questions flowed through me, stifling me.I felt my brain shift from its position. Dramas just couldn't end, could they?"Good morning, Grandpa," I folded my anger into a ball of waiting happiness. Grandpa must know nothing about my mood."And what could ever be good about the morning?" His aged voice boomed the speaker and bit my ears into pieces. I drew the phone away fro
ClaireListening to Mr. Grayson's speech was equivalent to listening to a goat bleat. All the qualities he listed about Carlo, spurned my mood.They oozed hatred and jealousy. Calling Carlo a rapist? Sure Carlo was many things. But a rapist was not one of them.The more he spoke, the more I realized my mistake. I was seeing Carlo more as an angel than the devil Mr. Grayson was painting.He kept reiterating and using the words "flirt, always horny, and a woman beater" but I could accept them. It just didn't fit.Plus he didn't spill the words with concrete explanations. His vocal evidence was not strong enough to keep a stone rolling."You should stay away from him," he leaned forward, cocking his head a bit to the left. "Are you aware that his mother died because of him?" An air of superiority engulfed him. His shoulder puffed higher.I nodded in an offhanded acceptance. What he was saying was hanging over my nose, never penetrating nor leaving.He continued, pulling his expensive jac
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