Leo falls in Love with Clara on his first visit

PROLOGUE

'Why on earth is this place so dark?'

Clara gently stripped herself naked while her black brassiere, pants wrestled from her broad shoulders and swirled downwards to the position of her knees; until it landed safely on the ground. She gasped slowly trying to catch her breath but she felt breathless still. Darkness was already forming tingly around her even though it was still early.

Clara felt so heavy, so oppressive with the dark that she angrily flung the towel carelessly to the other end. It was her personal obsession with darkness. She felt something hit her feet, it was her stomach, she was also hungry but preferred to stay with only water maintaining her diet for the morning. She stood lazily beside the bathtub. Her eyes crawling all over the room trying to find something reasonable perhaps the switch to brighten the dark room. She did and the electric bulb at the top cast a soft glow on her face.

Clara layed naked. Her white large breasts covered by the bobbling soapy water. Her hands gyrating round her naked body while her eyes slowly winked to the gentle breeze that played around. She was already singing slowly, a low sound to herself and held her eyes shut so tight until Leo made his way to the bath room.

He walked into the room, and as Clara heard his footsteps, she was eager to know who it was; obliviously infuriated by a man's presence through his masculine footsteps. Leo suddenly halted his movement when his eyes met her nakedness. His gaze slipped from her face slowly to the rest of her body, admiring, especially her watered skin and large breasts. The penetrating stare was a bit strong, perhaps he was too perfect a flirt,to shrug after he had seen her nakedness.

He seemed a bit relaxed, undisturbed by the dirty images playing around his mind. Those eyes were still running through her whole body in amazement with lips pursed. Clara placed her left hand on the breast in shock,and the other hand served as a shade.

'What do you want, young man?

'Care for hot sex ma! We could both have fun naked, in the bathtub ' He smiled secretly.

'What do you take me for, a stripper? Her eyes were gleaming with anger

'Wouldn't it be interesting if you get wet twice?'

'Look! I'm not one of those strippers that offer thier body'

'Not a big deal bitch, we could have sex while the lights are switched off; a quiet secret'

'You must be drunk, I can perceive mentally'

'No! I'm not and it's all your fault'

'Why won't you leave me alone; I barely know you' She expressed worriedly.

She blinked in suprise, a kind of suspicious look that something was running through his mind, a dangerous thought'

'Why are you still staring at me, Fool!'

'Please use the door!' Her hand stretched towards the direction of the door.

She said angrily to him while he looked so untroubled with her words. His eyes still wandering round those glowing legs, fined skinned body and her seductive breasts that stood pointed in its wetness. When he soon realised that he had stared to much at her, he was now pretending to feel guilty of what he had just seen_her nakedness, but he still seemed a bit confused for the naked images of her body that played around his mind. Clara spoke loudly again and he felt as if those words were said inside his head. He moved towards the bathtub and held her hands and she was still startled beneath.

Leo mirrowed through those experiences with many ladies at the bar or club during late evenings.The surrounding crowd of women swelling around him because he was known to be very rich and his company The Dante's appear to be one of the greatest in the country. Ladies would gladly go naked for him, and offer their body for a piece of gold but he sensed that Clara was more modest and this caught his attention deeply. He released her hands and stepped back with a confused look still written all over her face. She wondered if he had been possessed. She wouldn't have lost her cool, if he was rather apologetic but proudness had left something heavy in him.

'Go!!!'

'Oh my lady! I'm sorry!, I was just mesmerized' he appealed oblivious.

'Mesmerized! Staring at a woman's nakedness like that!

Leo could see fear in those eyes as she spoke and walked out of the bathroom, with a feeling of suprise. He felt something new about women and it began with Clara. It was something definitely different.

CHAPTER ONE

Clara stared at herself in the mirror, breathless; as she saw her own face forming into the image of her dead mother. It looked as if she had seen her face before, may be in her dreams. But now, it came swarming back upon her in flood of thoughts. She snapped her fingers on those pictures of her mother for a moment and sighed softly, remembering the stories of how she died giving birth to her. And as she closed her eyes from time to time, she could feel her presence looming all around her, in the form of a soft, mellowing breeze that raised the curtains gently.

Her blond hair gleamed, shortly as sunlight poured through the window that had been flanked open since morning. It also spread thoughout the spacious room, that the fainted walls were so obvious. Her wardrobe rested at one corner, still opened, with red and pink gowns hanged side by side, Romantic books and discs of Celline Dion were crampled together at one corner, while her white kitten was still sleeping. Her eyes glistened like fresh water fish as she gently ran a comb through her hair eagerly. Her soft lips curled slowly into a lovely grimace. She was a fine-skinned, oral shapped lady, with the glorious colour of her red dress, which made some people feel as if she is worth a fortune.

She had just finished dressing, and sprayed a mild perfume that remained firmly all over body. A small rose flower crept in her hair as she swept across the curtains to the living room. As she walked passed the room, everyone who gazed at her from a distance could feel the strong scent that accompanied her footsteps.

She looked into Leo's face and their eyes met coincidentally, but in her pretetence she diverted her gaze. She was always looking away, to heal the curiousity in the air. He was very handsome, so pompous that he had almost bragged about everything in her absence Clara had been listening to his loud voice in her room, and anytime he said he had achived one thing on the other on his own, she boiled in anger, his father too was starting to feel a bit tired and embarrassed but he had always known him to be like this ever since he was a kid. His soft eyes popping round the room. He was suprised at her sudden choice to ignore him, but decided to discard that feeling that she would notice. He looked at the family frame that hung on the wall and he found himself glued to the picture of Clara.

'Clara you are so beautiful, I would hope it came from a trait, your father or mother'

'Thank you' She grinded her pain within while she was still quiet, angrily at his gaze not knowing the exact answers to give her.

'What if I began my proposal now?'.

The room ran with silence and every eyes gazed intently at her, as if she had stolen something valuable from them. Something she knew she wouldn't be doing in her right sences. She was always confused when he asked those mild questions not knowing the perfect answers to give them, and it seems the synergy was edging close until Isabella interrupted with her voice, and Clara couldn't appreciate better that grin quietly towards her.

'Leo tell us more about yourself?

'No! Isabella, let us make something up for our guest'.

'Ok! She agreed.

'Clara should help out!

'Yes sir!'

A wild smile spread through the face of Clara as she gingerly made her way to the kitchen. He secretly thanked her father for letting her escape from those questions she had no clue about. Leo's face was dry. He wanted more, he was already falling in love with her. As She left the room, Clara's father received a call, as he also popped out of the living room. Leo's eyes were fixed on the T.V and Isabella sat by him, admiring so closely.

She had unbottened her shirt and he could see the brazier around her breast as his face to the other direction. Her brazier was a bit loose that you could see the top of her breasts where the nipples pushed the cloth out.

'What are you doing?

'Don't you like it, you can have me'

'I don't know why a woman like you would do this'

'Shuuuu! She pressed her finger on his lips.

Within few minutes, Isabella flung herself on his lap, and he felt a throbbing on both legs, but he was quite bothered, his eyes released. She rested her upper arms on his shoulders, her face close to his. She suddenly pressured his neck forward and lips pursed in silence. She kissed him deeply on his soft lips while her right hands reached beneath to grab his cock. Leo let out a small grunt of suprise. Isabella still swaying her head side ways in pleasure.

'Why are you doing all these?

'It's because I love you'

'I don't think I do'. His face softened in worries.

'I think you would now'.

As they still kissed deeply, Isabella held his hands and moved him to her room. He stood for a while staring at her eyes, as she smiled. She pushed Leo to the bed, he laid breathless, smiling quietly while she thrusted her self on him. He quickly unfastened her pants and bra that bad ropes of equal edges and grabbed her by the waist as they went in. She had opened her eyes, there was nothing more to say but kept starting at him, as she struck her from behind. She kept moaning and moaning until she felt so heavy, that she covered her eyes in sweet pain.

Clara had finished making the cookies and placed them on the tray, alongside a glass of water, but was surprised not to find the visitor and Isabella together where she had left them. She had searched through the gardens and finally decided to enter into Isabella's room, and as she did, she froze. The tray fell steadily from her hands and the glass cup was broken. The cookies scattered around her presence while the floor was still wet'

'Isabella! She shouted loudly.

Isabella flung from the bed and ran into the embrace of her sister, crying roughly. Her eyes were bleeding with tears. Leo held his head, as a striking pain ran through it.

'He tried to rape me Clara's.

'What! What are you talking about'

'Dear sis, he forced me but I refused until he finally held my hands and raped me here'

'It's what you exactly did, I was just wondering, who's really lying here's

'Shut up! She placed both hands on her head.

'Let's pretend as if nothing happened here's

Isabella still folded into the warm embrace of her sister, Clara while she looked strangely at Leo. They all walked to the living room, and Mr Alfonso glances across to them in shock.

'Where have you all been?

'We decided to show Leo round our house'

'But I didn't see him, I have been outside receiving calls'

'Maybe you missed out' She grinded as they all stood still.

'What of Leo's meal?

It got burnt.'

How did you do it?

It was a mistake.

'Sir Alfonso, don't bother about that, I'm on my way home'.

'I have to attend to other appointments'

'I think I should see him off'

'I think Clara should, why you help me arrange my things for work.

Clara gazed strangely at her father, while Leo held her hand as they moved outside. As soon as they approached the gate, she released her hands from his. ..

'Did you think I tried to rape your sis?

'You are capable with what you did earlier'

'You are a scombag, I should have known earlier'

But I'm innocent. He kissed her cheek and entered the car driving off furiosly.