Whatever Clara had been expecting of her professional relationship with Andre after that Monday encounter, it hadn't been for him to prance into her office on Tuesday evening when she was packing up to leave.She had joined him at the conference meeting the day before and tried her best not to get mad. Because she wasn't in love with him or anything close to that. Perhaps it was the fact that he had implied meeting with Ms. Fiona to her face that she felt insulted the more she thought about it.She had left the office early after bidding him the most polite impersonal farewell she could muster, and then gone home where she had been lucky to meet Guinevere, the young housekeeper.Well, lucky because although she hadn't mentioned Andre, she'd had someone to talk to who wasn't curious about her relationship/fling life.And today, she had spent most of the time organising the documents she had handled for Gonzalo during his absence, in preparation for his resumption the next day.She hadn
"You've had that orgasmic look in your eyes for weeks now. If you didn't get a super robotic dildo that fucks as good as a man, then you must spill the secret now." Brenda broached the topic again, her eyes narrowed in jestful cynicism. "You are just horny, Brenda. Go get a boyfriend or pay for an escort." Sophie chipped in before Clara could say a word in her defense, wiping the beads of sweat rolling down her temple. That session of work out at the gym had been more intense than usual, especially for Clara.Brenda didn't of course drop it so easily. "Yeah, I admit I'm horny, but that isn't the reason Lady Clara XV has been blowing us off during weekends and then taking those yoga work outs. Tsk tsk, I know when someone's having good sex." Clara laughed, sweeping strands of hair back into the messy ponytail. "And the thought of that so makes you jealous because you haven't got some in weeks right?" It was a strategic move on her part as well to deviate their attention to another t
"You fucking didn't know that the bitch would be in attendance? Do I pay you to give excuses?" Luca adjusted himself in the seat, sucking in a deep breath as he tapped his fingers on the glass table. He had expected that call as soon as he watched the news. Marie Claire had attended the Met Gala although her name hadn't been in the invitation list. "She wasn't invited." It was all he could say, his dark eyes narrowed in cynicism at how the woman had managed to attend at the last minute. Who had invited her? More importantly, who had pulled the strings? Andre stared at the detective, playing ominously with his thumb, his lips sealed shut as though he were making a serious deliberation of what to say to him. Luca broke the silence, breaking the tension as well which was so thick it was almost visible. "I will look into it. Meanwhile, your strategy worked. She's currently shooting a movie with budget of fifty million dollars, these are the details." He placed a thin brown envelope
"Ensure that the account is opened tomorrow morning, I will send the rest of the detail to your email." "Alright, sir. I'll go upstairs then and get the file from your office." Gonzalo replied his boss, his neck craned towards the back from the driver's seat. The chauffer had been dismissed for the day and Gonzalo had taken his place driving them both to a business meeting which had taken a hell of a time. The streets of Manhattan had been busy on their way back to the corporate building which stood in its centre, fast moving luxurious cars moving away from the razzle dazzle of New York offices.Though there had been nothing entertaining about the day for him; the client's indecisiveness was as terrible as his illusion of belief that he had good insight for business. At the end, he had wasted Andre's entire day, having finally made a decision when the sun had begun to set sail for the day. What he needed at the moment was good food and hours of sleep to recover from the shitty wine
Merda, Cazzo,Cavolo!Moments like this when rare beauty and pure sexuality mingled in an inseparable union, the ability to express it failed completely save for the language the beholder had been bred in.And Quinn Andre was damn well doing more than merely beholding the artistic figure before him, curved in the right places and delicate like a porcelain. For a moment when he thought he had lost his mind on catching sight of her body bared to his gaze, he was tempted to caress and care for that porcelain, to keep it from shattering or losing its value.But that moment was gone as soon as it had flashed into his mind, because every pulse in his body was beating with ravenous desire for her and his senses were alert to capture every moment of the step she took towards him. With specificity on his visual senses which were focused on her, salivating for the sight of her.She was in front of him and get it felt like a mirage. Clara Lynn had been daring enough to wear nothing under that l
As soon as realisation kicked in, Leon Laurent made a quick walk towards Andre and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, the small bag in his hand slipping and falling on the floor of the parking lot."You bastard! How dare you touch her with those filthy hands huh?" In the short while Clara had hung out with Leon, she had never seen his eyes so vengeful, murderous. His tone echoed venom, low and bitterly stale.Andre's eyes trailed from the palms gripping hold of his shirt to the face of the younger man who was acting as though he had the fucking right to be mad at him."What the fuck is it to you? Fuck off, my business is with Ms. Lynn."That had Leon tightening his hold on his collar, squeezing so tightly the skin of Andre's neck and chest reddened in a second. He scoffed in response, obviously unpleased with the reply. "Ms. Lynn? She's not just another employee you can fuck, you lowlife bastard!" "Leon, listen to me... I...." Clara started to say, her heartbeat pounding franti
To what extent exactly could Quinn Andre go to assuage his guilt? He called on her office again days later, just as she was preparing to leave for lunch break, one of the few opportunities she got to be with her girlfriends. She had been busier over the past two weeks making up for the classes and assignments she had missed. Her mates were currently in the practical phase and she didn't want to be left behind. She had just stood up when the bell rang, followed by the opening of the door. She hadn't been expecting him, but she wasn't startled by his presence either. He had been making himself more available since that night, having more meetings with her and Gonzalo over issues that could be discussed via e-mail. Not that she had any complaint; she understood the efforts he was making to atone for making her feel like a whore, because that was how she had felt that night. It had always been about meaningless sex alright, but there had been something cheap about the way he had taken
"Thanks a lot, Fiona. You didn't have to give me this after everything I learnt from you." Clara held a designers' bag bearing the logo of Fiona's company, her eyes beaming brightly under the bright streetlights which seemed to place her in the spotlight, her skin glowing attractively. Fiona waved her gesture of appreciation aside with a hand. "Oh trust me, having you as company is a big step compared to this douchebag who never visits me. Besides, this is bribery; you must come see me some other time." Her eyes mirrored that confident determination Andre exuded which didn't take no for an answer. Not that Clara could have said anything other than 'hell yeah!' to Fiona's invitation. She had learnt so much in one day and even practiced making a sketch of a dress which Fiona had criticised afterwards. "You know this window's open; I can hear you." Andre was seated behind the wheel scrolling through messages which had been sent to his email. He had arrived a few minutes back after C
With each step Clara took towards the doors, she wished there wouldn't be any more surprises because her heart had taken too much of it. Yet as she stepped into the private room which catered to private performances for VIP members, she knew that her wish wouldn't be fulfilled and her heart might just find a way to keep from exploding. It was the room where she had reconciled Adonis with Andre, the foundation of the secret relationship she had started with her boss, boyfriend, and business partner. Including a hell of everything else he was to her. Yet everything from the arrangement to illumination wasn't the same, nor was the mood set by the soft music which blared through the speakers. '...'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections...' John Legend's 'All of Me' had never sounded more emotional, that beautiful voice invoking to her mind memories of the man she had fallen in love with, who stood in the middl
Fuck, her palms joined together of their volition even before she registered that she was clapping, a tear forming in her eyes as the lights went off again. She wasn't even aware of the masked female concierge who came into the room till she perceived an enchanting feminine cologne and darted her eyes towards the direction of the third party. She and the mood she had been cast into already occupied the seats of the first two parties. "Good evening, ma'am. I'll be serving you tonight." She bore a tray of glass and a bottle of wine in the other hand. "A glass please." Clara muttered, suddenly aware of how patched her throat had become with dryness. A cold flute was soon in her hand, and she perceived the unique aroma before bringing it to her lips. It tasted sweetly sinful and smelt like soft sensuality although the alcohol level was only a background complement. Clara's eyes immediately went to the wine bottle with amazement clouding them; it bore an Italian name she couldn't
'I want your body on mine, forever.' A whisper, an imploration, a fucking vow. *** The theme tonight was ethereal. When the car halted in front of the X-Clusive and the chauffeur opened her side of the door, Clara Lynn stared at the tall building which now served as headquarters for another branch in Las Vegas as her Christian Louboutin rhinestone heels stepped on the floors. "Thanks, Will." She muttered to the chauffeur who replied in a similar polite fashion and shut the door, stepping into side with her. Some things like Andre's security following her around hadn't changed over the past one year, especially since their relationship had become public knowledge. But rather than the team who announced the presence of paranoia and made her friends uneasy at events, the slightly older man who doubled as a chauffeur escorted her to public functions. Once the gossip magazines had taken it upon themselves to get pictures of the hunky man opening doors for her, with captions which s
"This is impressive, Clara. I must admit, it's better than I imagined. We're definitely onboard." Literally, they had been onshore for more than four hours because Mr. Holmes apparently included her in her vacation plans for the day, and though she had kept glancing at her watch for the first thirty minutes, Clara hadn't been able to deny that the man did know how to enjoy himself. An ex workaholic in the business world who had decided to take a break as he was fast approaching forty, Holmes was looking for lucrative businesses to invest in so he could enjoy his rest while making money as well. It was a solid plan, and for the first three hours, Clara listened with interest as he talked about his plans for the future and even found herself laughing when he made a joke about wishing to get married to a smart woman who could match his ideas. Like her. A statement which she took care to laugh unnecessarily loudly to, just before making her own joke about already being engaged.
Andre Quinn was exhausted a few minutes after four in the evening when the hostess who served him another cup of herbal tea announced that they had arrived New York. It was the quickest journey he'd ever made to and fro his hometown, and that was a considerate setting of new record because he had never felt comfortable in the empty expansive mansion since his mother left. His mother. He was still coming to terms with how everything had unfolded, and was getting used to the idea of not mentally referring to Marie as 'the bitch' as he'd done for more than two decades. Even before he was legal enough to think the 'b' word. But giving himself a mental break over the past month had cleansed his spirits to a large extent. Apart from spending more time with his girlfriend and going on a drive with her sometimes in the evening, he had also mustered the courage to place a call to Thailand twice. And even when he'd heard Viscount's voice in the background on one of the occasions, he
Within twenty-four hours, Clara had succeeded in making headlines in office group chats which almost equated Andre Quinn's in international gossip magazines. Virtually every fucking person, including her subordinates turned to CCTV cameras and historians who documented her every move so as to analyse them later. And because her boyfriend thrived on being so damn generous it hurt, he rode the elevator down to her floor during lunch break and walked into her office amdist the obvious scrutinising eyes and fingers waiting for crumbs of information about them. He fed it to them; hot cake and ice cream to wagging tongues, and even offered them a dessert by staying in her office for thirty minutes after instructing her shocked assistant to hold her calls. And in the sweetness of his endless generosity, he gave them a ticket to their next meal when he finally came out of her office with his hand gently grazing her back, his eyes concentrated on hers as she told him about the meeting s
"Thanks, babe." *** Clara Lynn was a myriad of forest greenness. Vibrant and arrestingly charming in an army green suit whose skirt was designed to accommodate a slit that currently rode up to her thighs, she revealed an ample amount of eye-catching skin which glowed in creaminess beneath dark panty hose. Adorned with tiny jewelry of nephrite which complemented her skin as perfectly as the bright rays of the sun currently streaming through the open blinds, she had elegance and opulence revolving around her even before she began the meeting. And in addition to her silver blonde hair styled in tiny curls with waterfall braids to create a delicate look which complemented her glass make-up perfectly, she naturally drew attention to herself. However, irrespective of the awareness that she was captivating, Clara didn't make the mistake of being arrogant enough to think she owed it all to her physical appearance. Because over the last twenty-four hours, she had been placed at the cen
Andre understood what he hadn't said, and stared at the brown envelope with emptiness in his eyes and heart. He... Just needed a rest, a vacation. Marie cleared her throat as Viscount checked the time by the wall clock. Interesting, only twenty-five minutes had passed and twenty-five years worth of anger had been poured out within that short duration of time. "I... I didn't come with Anthony today to mock you, I'm sorry that I'm by his side despite the enmity between you two. I... I will end it with him if our union affects you. You're the most important person to me, baby..." "Becky?" Tony seemed genuinely betrayed and stunned and sad at the same time. Andre didn't know how to feel about any of it. Too many things had happened and his mind could only absorb little at a time. He couldn't give them his blessing because it wasn't in his place and watching his mother with a man who had been like an older brother to him wasn't exactly a sight for sore eyes. She was at least eleven y
"Dre..." Marie had started crying, quiet sobs spreading through the quiet room, her lean fingers pressed against her lips to stiffen the cries. But Andre didn't let that deter his continuation of that unpracticed speech. "Why don't you go ahead and pick the one you're the most beautiful in. Oh, you wouldn't know if you don't watch it. Should I play one for you...?" That was the point where Viscount's control snapped, and he stood with a force which made Clara's eyes dizzy for a second from watching him. "You fucking sleazy bastard! You are not in a position to cast judgement on her when you don't have a freaking idea what she's been through. Vengeance? Punishment? I should be the one casting it on you and your bastard of a dad for taking the company. My father fucking killed himself because of the way he was cast out!" "What? My father and I took the company? Remind me the number of times I contacted you after you started giving me the cold shoulder, asking what had gone wrong.