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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
The weekend soon came. Oliver had to leave for an emergency business meeting but since no contracts or deals would be made, he didn’t need his legal director to go with him. Thus, Claire remained behind. Things between Oliver and Claire had improved in the last few days. They would have lunch together or just have long phone calls in the night after they both went to their respective homes. Since the relationship was getting better, Claire called Wesley to have an inevitable chat with him. “So, why did you suddenly call me when you’ve been avoiding me the whole week?” Wesley asked playfully. “Something tells me I won’t like what you’re about to say.” Claire sighed, guilt creeping into her. She glanced at Wesley and his warm smile made her feel more uncomfortable. He was a decent man. Handsome and successful. However, she couldn’t bring herself to fall for him during the time that they had known each other. How could he creep into her heart when it already had an occupant?
“Claire… let’s wait to hear from them-” “No! I need to go to him…, I need to…” Claire stood from the couch and took a few steps towards the door before dropping to the floor, her knees feeling weak. Big fat tears streamed down her cheeks as she said, “I need to see him.” Her heart squeezed painfully, the images of the car wreck flashing through her mind. The car was crushed beyond recognition. No one could survive that. Moreover, two people were feared dead, Claire didn't know if Oliver was among those two and her heart was squeezing with worry. Quinn had switched off the TV to prevent Thalia from seeing what was on the news but the bad news was already imprinted in Claire’s mind. The accident scene kept replaying in her mind like a broken record. Guilt ate at her heart and made her stomach churn. ‘I should have treated him better…’ she thought painfully. “Mommy, are you crying? What’s wrong?” Thalia asked. Worry filled her eyes as she approached Claire and cupped her face w
Claire turned her head and fell on her ass when she saw the tall figure standing behind her. “O-Oliver?” She asked with uncertainty. What was going on? The man she thought was dead was standing before her, looking as healthy as a horse save for the few bruises on his handsome face and the cast and sling that plastered his broken right arm to his chest. 'Is he a ghost?' She mused, blood draining from her face. “It’s me, Angel… did you think I was that corpse?” Oliver’s deep voice reached Claire’s ears and convinced her that she wasn’t seeing things. Oliver was alive! She wasn't in some crazy dream where she imagined his presence and he wasn't the corpse that she had been crying over a few minutes ago. Her heart jumped and she stood up, rushing toward Oliver before wrapping her arms around his neck while he wrapped his left arm around her waist. “Thank God! I thought I lost you,” Claire cried despite a sense of relief washing over her. Her heart squeezed at the pain that h