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