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"So, what kind of dress are you looking for? Do you want something sexy or maybe something that makes him want to unwrap you slowly to see what's inside?" Quinn wiggled her eyebrows at Claire suggestively. "None of those... A decent dress would do... he told me to be comfortable," Claire replied as she looked at the many dresses in the store. Just looking at the rows of clothes gave her a headache. She was bad at choosing what to wear and that's why she asked Quinn to escort her to the mall to get an outfit for her date with Oliver. "Your mouth says no but your actions say otherwise... It's so rare for you to put so much effort into what you're going to wear. I didn't see you getting new outfits for your dates with Wesley," Quinn pointed out as she went through the dresses on the shelf. "I'm only trying to look good to seduce him... there's something I need from him and I need him to be distracted," Claire stated. Quinn sighed deeply. "So, the reason you're going on this da
Oliver’s heart couldn't stop racing as he went to pick up Claire for the date. When he asked her out and she agreed, his heart leaped with joy. He swore not to ever let her go again... It didn't take long for him to arrive at Claire's apartment building. He sent her a text and waited for a few minutes before she emerged through the doors and his breath caught in his throat. The endearment he always called her by was befitting... She looked like an angel that had descended from the heavens. His heart raced, his eyes widening as he took in the goddess who was approaching him, her hips swaying from side to side. Claire looked so ethereal... in that white dress, she looked so beautiful and elegant. With her hair slicked back and pinned at the back of her head, her face glowing with just a little make-up... Oliver walked towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. He had a large bouquet in his hands and he wore a white shirt with navy pants with the sleeves of his shirt rolled t
Just like back then, Claire and Oliver shared a kiss under the stars. The fireworks continued to go off in the distance, the shimmering colours reflecting on the sparkling waves below. Oliver pulled Claire closer, a groan leaving his lips as he deepened the kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Claire kissed him back with equal passion, moaning against his lips the deeper and hungrier the kiss became. They kissed like two beasts that had been starved for years... as if they wanted to make up for lost time. Oliver tapped Claire's lower lip and she parted her lips for him, allowing him entrance. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, exploring and tasting every inch, deepening the kiss with every second that passed. A tingle of pleasure rushed down his spine... making his shaft grow big and hard before it began to poke Claire's belly. 'Fuck... she still tastes so good,' he thought in his mind, his heart soaring up to the sky. In response, Claire felt a throbbing ache in
Oliver glanced into Claire's eyes like he was searching for something... when he saw her lost in pure pleasure, he lowered his head and buried his face in her core. "Oh! Yes! Oh god!" Claire moaned, clamping her legs around Oliver's neck, trapping his face between her legs as he ate her out like she was the most delicious dessert in the world. "That's it! Oliver!" Oliver ran his tongue along her pink folds, sliding his tongue down teasingly before thrusting it into her wet tunnel of pleasure and tasting her flavour. "You taste so good, baby," he groaned, lapping up her juices as they flowed out of her. His thumb went to her clit and began to rub it roughly with the right kind of pressure. "That's it, cream my tongue, beautiful," Oliver grunted as Claire became wetter and wetter until her juices doused Oliver's chin and nose. "Fuck, you're so wet for me. So ready for my dick." Claire blushed but her embarrassment didn't last long as Oliver suddenly sucked on her clit, her eyes
Claire's heart pounded so hard in her chest as she left Oliver’s penthouse. She didn't know why but a heavy feeling settled over her heart... guilt creeping into her at how she had obtained the information from Oliver's computer. Sighing deeply, she took out her phone and sent him a text. [Hey... I've left first. I got tired from last night's crazy sex. I'm taking a day off from work today.] To spend Saturday with their daughter, they had scheduled their date for Sunday evening. Since they practically made love all night, it was now a Monday but Claire didn't feel like going to work. She wanted to quickly analyse the data and if it could help her father, she would make her move and all hell would break loose. Deep down, her heart squeezed painfully when she thought about how Oliver would react when he realised she had gone to his house to secretly get into his computer. 'Don't feel guilty... he didn't feel guilty when he let Jessica go,' she told herself, her stomach twis
Back at the penthouse. Oliver awoke to an empty bed and panic crept into him. 'Where is she?' He asked himself. His heart pounding violently against his ribcage. For a moment, he felt like he was back to six years ago when he used to have nightmares of Claire leaving him over and over again. 'No! I can't lose her again! I can't let her go!' His stomach churned at the thought. He grabbed his phone to call Thomas to look for Claire but then, he found her text messages when he unlocked his phone. His heart slowly calmed down as he read the text, relieved to know she hadn't left him like six years ago. He let out a sigh of relief, thinking he wouldn't have survived if she left him again... this time, his heart would completely get destroyed. This was why he was so afraid of losing her. A smile crossed his lips as the images of the previous night flashed through his mind's eye. He couldn't believe he was finally able to claim Claire as his woman... she was his and he was hers.
Claire had a hard time after her shocking discovery. Even then, she didn't rush to her mother to question her if she knew her father was guilty. She was done being told lies. From now on, she would find out the truth by herself. After the sense of relief that washed over her for a few minutes, she was suddenly hit by a tornado of guilt. All this time she had been fighting a losing battle. She had lied and pretended to be nice to the people who had been the kindest to her. What would Oliver’s parents do if they found out why she had returned and joined the company? Would they still look at her with warmth and love? She also thought about her relationship with Oliver. She recalled how much he loved their daughter and how protective he was of her. These facts made her think there was more to the story than what she thought. Perhaps Oliver had a good reason to let Jessica go. She wanted to give their relationship a chance but she couldn't go ahead without knowing why he let
"Can we meet for a cup of coffee?" Claire asked Roxanne, Oliver's mother, on the phone. "There's something I would like to ask you." "Of course, dear. You can ask me anything... I'll give you all the answers," Roxanne replied gently. "I'm coming to the company since my husband is working from there today... we can have coffee in the company cafeteria." Claire's heart thumped with guilt. The Fords had always been kind to her, and yet she had been plotting revenge against them over something they didn't do. Deep down, she wondered if Roxanne would still be kind to her if she found out... "Thank you, Aunty. See you soon." When she cut the call, Claire received another call. However, she let it ring without answering when she saw who was calling. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Wesley had been calling nonstop and he had also left her several messages but Claire couldn't bring herself to respond. She felt guilty... after stringing him along, she still went back to Oliv