Claire's Pov.Couples fight, don't they? Don and I had been through things like these before and we were going to get over it. We were both stubborn for no reason and no one wanted to give in.He hadn't called this morning. Why was I expecting his call, though? I glanced at my phone and nothing yet too.I walked into the backseat of the car with Cowen busting in the passenger's as usual. The car moved and hit the road. In a few minutes, it's parked at the school parking lot.I walked through the school gates, Cowen following me behind, my bag slung over my shoulder. I had a purpose today - to confirm my Degree Verification (DV) date with the bursary. The email I received the last time still seemed a bit unclear. We were to stay a whole week for the verification, but what are the processes to be done before that time? I had come to ask.As I entered the bursary office, I greeted the familiar face behind the counter. "Hi, Mrs. Johnson. I need to confirm my DV date."Mrs. Johnson's fing
Claire's POV “Thank you, Cowen, I'll take it from here” I said to Cowen as I reached out to get the two large brown paper bags from him. I had just returned from grocery shopping. The time was 08:02pm. After my conversation with Luke, Cowen and I went to the spa and I had forced him to get some manicure and pedicure the same way I had gotten. From the spa, we went to a boutique and I got clothes for the baby, Madam Desideria and myself. I got some jewelry and a Chanelle bag for Elyse, two Boss Hugo shirts for Don which I wasn't planning on giving him anytime soon until we settled the issue between us. I also got a jersey and matching shots for Romano. I noticed he loved wearing them whenever he was in the house. I didn't mind shopping that much whenever I got the chance to. Shopping was my hobby. “I'll carry them to the kitchen” “Trust me, I can handle it from here” I laughed “I insist, Ma'am” He smiled a toothless smile “Besides, you have three shopping bags in your hand alre
Salvatore's PovAll plans were falling into place. The dumb bitch was getting too friendly, easily convinced. I needed to claw her by the wrist of her arm, where escape would be the first thing she thinks of but cannot get. And I was getting teeny close to achieving that.If it took me millions to spend on her to keep my nice guy status, it was a spare change. Offering to take her for coffee was the first step, and then shopping - something she could hardly resist. She bought a lot of things but offered to pay for them, and I refused. She ended up getting things that I knew weren't for her use and paid with her card before I could argue. Don dared ravage my drugs!The billions spent on the drugs I planned to ship could break my net worth and I had lost my guard by not knowing Don would reach for it. He had the victory now mine was next.Oh, what I would do to Claire. The thoughts danced around my head waiting to be done. She would pay for a lot of his sins, her parents and Don's and
Claire's POV I couldn't stop smiling as I hung up the phone with Nick. It felt amazing to reconnect with my old friend. It's been a long time since we last saw each other. We had so much to catch up on. Where had he been? Was he in love now? Did he have a boyfriend already or was it just a train of fling after fling? There was so much to talk about. He called when I was in the kitchen doing the dishes. I had just finished eating my favorite dish and I was about to take a shower. Now I had to suspend that and fix something for Nick. I had to receive him in grand style. I quickly texted Nick my address, eager to see him soon. His visit would be a lovely surprise to brighten up my evening. I grabbed a packet of spaghetti from the cupboard and threw the strands into a pot. Pasta and meatballs were Nick’s favorite so I was just going to prepare that for him. I moved around the kitchen from one point to the other, picking ingredients and throwing them into the pot. I stirred and taste
Claire's PovHe was brutally injured. Why must anyone do this to a human? The flesh in his wounds oozed out blood. The doctor didn't arrive on time and I could not help but pace the room fearing it would be worse even with Luke calming me down.As the doctor packed up his medical supplies and bid us farewell, a sigh of relief escaped my lips. Nick's wounds were tended to, but I bet the emotional scars would take longer to heal."Thank you, doctor," I said. Nick's eyes lingered on mine, I could see the fear settled in his eyes. He must have been so terrified by the robbers who assaulted him. "I'll be here tomorrow," The doctor said and left."It's late, I need to go," Luke said, taking off the hood of his clothes from his head."Please, Claire, let him stay," Nick immediately jumped off his bed like he could stop Luke, but the pain held him back as he groaned falling back on the bed."He can't go back to that place, not after what happened." His eyes pleaded with me, and my heart ra
Don’s POV “Don?” Her jaw dropped as her eyes widened My unexpected arrival at her lodge caught her off guard. It was obvious. She hadn't expected me to show up, especially after our heated argument the previous days. I was the last person she wanted to see. The tension between us was thick like double duvets on a bed. My anger had boiled over. What was she thinking, letting another man into her space? The images from the cameras I'd installed flashed in my mind – two people had come in, even three cause someone in a doctor's uniform followed suit.The first was a familiar face, Nick. He was rushed in by someone whose appearance disturbed me as he was wearing a hood and looked like he was deliberately avoiding the camera. The one time he pulled his hood off, he was behind the surveillance.Claire, smiling at that stranger, touching her waist, burned me. The moment these people had entered, I had taken my car keys and burst out of the house with Elyse and Romano asking where the fuc
Don’s POV My stomach rumbled just as soon as Claire walked out. Left alone now and unsure of what exactly to do, I began walking towards the kitchen. Not like I was sure I was going to find food but I just went anyway. Maybe my stars would be lucky to find something edible.I stormed into the kitchen, my hunger and fatigue getting the better of me. The argument with Claire still hung in the air, but my growling stomach demanded attention. That's when I spotted two pots on the counter. I got closer and opened both and the aroma of deliciously cooked pasta and meatballs filtered into my nostrils. My stomach growled once more. My mouth watered as I scooped out a generous portion onto a plate.I devoured the pasta and meatballs, unaware of Claire's arrival until she cleared her throat."Don, what are you doing?" Claire asked, her voice tinged with annoyance. I glanced up, fork mid-air. "Eating. I'm starving."Claire's eyes narrowed. "That's Nick's dinner."I shrugged, taking another b
Don's PovAs our lips met, the tension between us let loose. My hands roamed her body, relearning every curve as she repaid with her fingers tracing the lines of my face. We had been longing for each other for way too long and the kiss deepened.We broke apart, gasping for air. I carried her up on my waist, wrapping her in my arms. "I need you, Claire," I whispered, my voice husky with desire.She nodded, her eyes locked on mine. I carried her to our bedroom and laid her on the bed, Claire's hands reached for me. I pulled off my clothes, my eyes never leaving hers. "Make love to me, Don," Claire whispered, her voice shivering with desire as her hands wrapped around my neck.Our lips curled into each other once again as I hovered above her. And, tongues intertwined. Claire's fingers dug into my back, her nails tracing my ways of pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, every whisper was as passionate and special. No man could replace doing this to my wife. I would not take it, not stand i