Clarke has rented a room near a nearby 5 star hotel and if anyone were to ask El, it was ridiculous knowing the price of renting a room per night almost reach up to $500 so despite telling him that it wasn’t necessary, he was adamant and wanted to spoil her after having a rough day.
As promised and ordered, Jeremy’s team has put back everything to where it belongs and apologised to El while Jeremy was fired from his management seeing his boss is Clarke’s family friend.
Speaking of Clarke, he had lied to her about who he was, making her believe that she was dealing with his twin brother instead. Nevertheless, he was a great help and thanks to him, Marsha’s foundation will continue to exist for years to come.
She sat on the couch, facing the TV while Clarke is dealing with a server outside of their room. She leans her back on the couch comfortably but winced when her left hand brush on the couch.
Clarke went to the same bar where he last met Christine and with how red his cheek was; he decides to wallow in his pain through a bottle of whisky. Ignoring the flashes of light and woman calling out to him there, he began to feel tipsy and his eyes becomes somewhat almost, blurry. Objective finally achieved. The bartender in that club has known him for months and served him the same thing every time he goes there. All he ever does when he sees Clarke is smile and shake his head every time he becomes drunk. As Clarke leans his head forward in defeat, facing the counter, he felt a hand curled behind him and over his shoulder. He slowly moves his head, feeling annoyed at whoever decides to get all touchy with him, and ended up smirking. It was Markus Renly. His old pal and longtime friend of the Walton family. “Girls problem?” The curly blonde hair, blue-eyed man says to him. He wore a simple shirt and a leather jacket that accentuates hi
Edited: Done. Thank you so much and I'm so sorry. I was using voice recorder, I didn't type and I was running out of time to upload so here it is. Again, my bad. English is not my 1st language so I hope yall still be okay with that😅🙆🏻♀️. Love, Diana. ... El was sitting on her couch at the comfort of her own, watching all three seasons of Strangers Things non stop. She sat there with her shorts and black tank top without a brassier on knowing she was all alone without anyone to see how scantily looking she was at that moment but nothing say comfort with a messy bun, her nerdy big square glasses, simple black catnip and pink shorts that ride up to her tie. The sound of fireplace besides her, crackling in the cold air but still giving her enough warmth to dress anyhow she likes. Despite spending hours and hours understanding the character ‘Eleven' and her cute romance with ‘Mike’. Even when both characters are just a kid, El herself wish she could put her feet in Eleven's shoe and
A/N: I'm getting weird comments in my post lately which got nothing to do with this novel. Oh, well. Nothing I can do about that. As for my wonderful readers, do let me know what you think about the story of Clarke and El so far. It really helps with the development of the story since I write them every day. I hope you will enjoy them very much. Thank you again.Love, Diana...“Are you out of your fucking mind? Don’t you have any thing decent to wear? Jesus Christ, he sees more of your skin than your clothes.” Clarke yelled at her, anger got the best of him and he almost regretted it until she see her chest puffed up and her nose flaring as angry at him.“Excuse me? I am in the comfort of my own home! I can wear anything I want or as little as possible. Hell, I can be naked if I want too and you have no say in that!”His kitten has claw. No, not a kitten, a tigress. Sexy, golden eye tigress.After Matthew fucking Sterling left and alm
A/n: Jesus Christ. My head is so dirty but I can’t help it. Clarke is oozing with so much sensuality, warmth and slowly pulling me closer to a world of ..... Fudge it! Below are 18+ scene like really steamy so you have been warned. Enjoy the chapter. 🌚 Love, Diana .... Clarke was in paradise right now. Every moment, every second of feasting on El’s body was a bliss he never thought had ever existed. It wasn’t like this with other women. They enjoyed sex with him and him feeling just okay about it but this, Clarke truly enjoys just even the foreplay itself, making her so aroused and keep on the edge while pulling her back and making her cry when he robbed her of her orgasm. Best thing about that was, he was able to keep her interested, pulling her deeper into the world of pleasure with him and only him. She always cries in frustration at one moment and cry out in pleasure the next. She would try to climb C
A/N: Again, just to repeat. English is not my first language so I hope that some of you would understand the presence of grammar and spelling problem in the story. I really apologise for that . God bless, Thank you. ..... The scent of bacon, juicy delicious which is surely, one hundred percent crispy and has a gorgeous fatty sweet taste to it can be smell all the way to her bedroom. El's eyes slowly opens and she cringed at the sunlight shining over her face with so much force. She realise then she didn’t pull her curtain all over and her room was so bright and clear. When she tries to sit up, she felt sore in every places. Only then did she notice that she was naked and there were light bruises on her body. The place that aches the most is the spot in between her legs. Her face starts blushing red. She started to remember all those crazy moments between her and Clarke. Jesus Christ She just had sex with Clarke Walton and seeing how tired and sore her whole body was, she ha
A/N: Well, it's done. I've done my best so please enjoy and God bless you.🙏🏼❤ Love, Diana ... El was sitting on a bench near the entrance to her apartment. It has roof that covers El from the light rain and she was not in a good mood. After Clarke left he apartment few days ago, making her or forcing her to agree on their engagement, he had called her yesterdays and told her to get ready as he would be bringing her to go and buy a ring. How romantic.. She wanted to refuse him but he made her remember his ownership of Martha’s Foundation and even said... “ Ìlie mou, you don’t get ready and come with me tomorrow, I’ll go up to your apartment and carry you myself to The Cartier. Dressed or not, El.” She was very sure that Clarke really meant what he says so an hour before he arrived, she was already fully dressed but not in the way he wanted. She grinned. She wore a black denim shorts and a glittery skull tank top with long cardigan and pink sneakers. She didn’t wear any make u
A/N: Unedited. 3 more chapters this month guys. Thanks for the support so far. Love you all so much❤👍🏼 Love, Diana .... Looking down at her finger while on their way to Clarke’s home, El can’t help but rubbing the gorgeous gem repeatedly with her thumb. It is so beautiful that she can’t help but be mesmerized by how vintage the design was made for her yet still has that breath-taking modern vibe to it. It reminded her of the ring Edward Cullen has given to Bella Swan. It was an oval pave shape ring with the top of a blooming rose which is crusted with diamonds and along the ring which holds her finger was made of gold and has tiny diamonds coiling around it like a vein. The edges of the oval shape ring also has tiny diamonds lined around it. Making the design look neat, simple and perfect for her. The other two ring was either too big or too flashy and she isn’t one to wear something flashy. She was all casual and only dress up e
A/N: Hiya guys, I’ve done the editing. You can read everything now and another story tonight( now is 1:42pm – 30/10) and again, I apologize for the late upload and editing. God bless and stay safe. Love, Diana. .... Matthew sat at his family’s library, more like a place for his father to enjoy his alone time, drinking wine and smoking tobacco all day without anyone, especially women to enter and bother them. Until now.. The door to the room was wide open and Christine, looking oddly different today with her hair in a bun and face robbed of make up, made an entrance with her sleeveless white dress and high heels. A bit more covered compared to how she always was before and if anyone were to ask him, her looking awfully simple without that clown look she call a make over was much better. Christine was smiling so hard and her lips was split into a long cut. She ran to Matthew and hug him even though he remain unresponsive. “I miss you so much, Matthew. I can’t believe it has been ye