Chapter eighteen

The beeping of the hospital monitor came from far away. 

He was dreaming about the day Claire had first met with his grandfather, that was when he first thought that she was working with his grandfather to get him roped in.

It was the day of his birthday and his grandfather had insisted that he throw a party.

He had arrived at the hotel venue and was shocked to see Claire, his grandfather claimed that she was his guest and should be treated specially. He tried his best to stay away from her because definitely spiked his drink.

He loosened his tie so as to get a little air but he was still heated up, he could feel his arousal flare to life and he staggered to his feet. He needed to get to the bathroom to cool off.

He managed to get to his door and staggered in but couldn't make it to the bathroom.

He fell on the bed groaning. He would find out whoever spiked his drink and deal with the person tomorrow, what was the person trying to achieve by this?

The door suddenly opened and a blonde staggered in. He tried to blink her into focus but his head ached and beside, the room was dimly lit, just enough to see her shiny blond hair.

“Irene?” He muttered as relief flooded him, she came back.

He grabbed her and kissed her, she tasted different, softer and sweeter and he deepened the kiss.

His hands found her clothes and he ripped it off her, damn, she tasted like goodness and even smells differently but his brain wasn't processing at that moment, he was only focused on getting laid.

His hand cupped her breast and she moaned, the breast was rounder and fuller and he twerked a nipple between his thumb, she made a feeble attempt to stop him but he wasn't having it, he clumsily flipped her over so that she was lying on her back and his lip latched on to her nipple, she moaned and ached into his mouth. He suckled greedily while his finger drifted to her middle and damn, she was dripping wet.

His hand rotated over her clit and she was moaning and grinding into his hand, damn, he had never known her to be this responsive and it made him even harder.

He fastened his pace and she was clenching and convulsing around his fingers, he brought out his glistening fingers and replaced it with his cock. She jerked a little and tried to push him off but he didn't think much about it because in a few minutes, she was writhing against him while he pounded into her. It was the best sex of his life. He cradled her in his arms and dozed off.

The pounding in his room door woke him up and he opened his eyes to see Irene standing at the door way, it took him a moment to realize that the person he spent the night with was still sleeping beside him and it definitely wasn't Irene, turning around, he turned her over to glance at her face and to his shock it was Claire.

He shook her awake, “what the hell are you doing here?” He growled.

Claire blinked innocently only that to him, she wasn't innocent, she must have planned this.

Irene furiously grabbed her hair and dragged her from the bed, “how dare you sleep with my fiance?” She screeched in anger.

In the commotion, Jeff quickly wore his clothes and Claire had only the duvet covering her as she clutched it tight to herself.

The commotion and Irene's angry voice had attracted some audience and some of his friends were standing at the door murmuring.

His grandfather soon found his way to the scene and angrily asked Irene to let go of Claire, he told Jeff that he would act responsibly by marrying Claire.

Jeff was furious, so this was her plan all along, she had connived with his grandfather to get him drunk so that this would happen.

He wasn't taking it but his grandfather threatened to disinherit him if he doesn't do as he says, he had no choice than to marry her but in the five years of his marriage to her, he had always seen her as a manipulator and pretender and he hated her for it.

Irene was hurt and she broke up with him and left the country and when she returned years later, Jeff was determined to make it up to her and stand by the promise he made to her when she saved his life.

Only that she didn't save his life, it was Claire all along, she was his savior and now it's too late to make things right.

She deserved so much better than what he'd given her.

He wanted to tell her that he was sorry for every cruel word and every cold look and every time he'd chosen wrong.

The pain in his chest had nothing to do with his broken ribs and everything to do with his shattered heart and the knowledge that he would carry this guilt for the rest of his life.

He'd destroyed the one person who'd truly loved him and there was no coming back from that.