LOGIN***~CLAIRE~***I didn't return to the mansion that day. I wasn't ready to face Christian. I told Tyler I wanted to be alone, and he totally understood. He stayed away, only calling occasionally to check on me. From the hotel, I went to work. I didn't have much to do, but I had to finish my birthday dress. I had no idea if our engagement party had been cancelled, but I still had a birthday party to attend. I cancelled my lost credit card and went to apply for a new one, only to be told one had already been created in my name. When I returned to the company, Katherine handed me a back card and explained with a knowing smile that Christian ordered it for me. My name was written across the bottom in bright gold. Then two nights before my birthday, I received an unexpected guest. I was in bed, adding the finishing touches to my dress. It was extremely beautiful. A shimmering emerald colour with off-the-shoulder sleeves and a deep neckline. The dress flared out elegantly in a gentle
***~CLAIRE~***I felt cornered. I wasn't expecting Maverick to find me here. I couldn't even bring myself to ask Katherine why she brought him with her. "Mr... Mr Cartwright..." I stammered finally, trying not to fidget. "I didn't expect to see you here."Katherine looked at me with pleading eyes. "I hope you don't mind, Claire. When Mr. Cartwright asked me if I knew where you were, I couldn't lie to him.""It's okay." I forced a smile. Maverick had still not spoken a word. He just stared at me silently. He took a deep breath and steadied his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Can we come in?" He asked finally. I stepped away swiftly, opening the door wider for them. Maverick walked in first, and the strong smell of his cologne tickled my nostrils. Katherine stopped beside me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?" She whispered. I gave her a reassuring smile and nodded. "I'm okay. Thanks for coming.""I hope you're not mad. I wasn't sure if you wanted company.""It
***~CLAIRE~***I stared at my phone as it vibrated continuously. Tiny drops of water moved at the edge of the screen, and black ink was slowly spreading out. I would have to change it soon. When the call ended, I had the urge to call him back. But I stopped. I remembered Sloane in his bathrobe and the pain came crashing down on me over again. I pushed the phone away and curled up under the sheets, rocking slowly. I didn't want to feel this way. I hated feeling helpless. He kept calling. My phone vibrated for hours, keeping me awake, tugging at my heart. When I couldn't hold back anymore, I got up and answered it. "What do you want?" I tried to make my voice hard and emotionless, but I wasn't successful. My voice came out soft and shaky. "Claire? Oh, thank God." Christian said from the other end. He sounded relieved. "Tell me where you are. I'll come meet you.""I don't need you." I responded. "Go back to Sloane. You're good together.""Claire, don't do this." He begged. "Give m
***~CLAIRE~***I sat pressed against the door as Tyler drove, my cheeks wet with tears, my eyes and head throbbing painfully. I couldn't stop thinking about Christian and how he let me walk away. It hurt too much, and the fact that I loved him made me feel much worse. All those words he said to me, were they all lies? The moment we shared, the kisses, the sex, the yearning... had it all been a big lie? When he said he was falling for me too, had he been lying? The more I thought about it, the worse it made me feel. I couldn't help but feel like a fool. I should have learned my lesson when Jason broke my heart. Instead, I let his uncle sweep me off my feet. Tired of crying, I raised my head when Tyler slowed to a stop. I looked around, noticing he had stopped in front of a hotel. I looked at him as fresh tears poured out of my eyes. He understood and took my hand in his. "I wanted to take you back to my place, but I know it would have made you uncomfortable.""It's okay." I for
***~CHRISTIAN~***I watched Claire walk away. I wanted to run after her, pull her back into my embrace and hold her tight. I badly wanted to. But I didn't, because I couldn't erase the image of her stepping out of Tyler's car from my mind. I knew I was wrong for abandoning her, especially in her condition. But when Sloane called me hours ago, crying about getting robbed and attacked by a group of thugs, I lost all sense of reasoning. The love I once had for her resurfaced, blocking everything else from my mind, including Claire. I drove straight to Sloane's location, and when I found her in the corner of an alley, hurt and shaken, I knew I had to help her. I tried calling Claire then, but it went straight to voicemail. I thought of driving straight to the hospital to get her, but then the storm started, causing a major roadblock on the route to Connor's hospital. I was stuck in traffic for hours, thinking about Claire and worried for Sloane who had fallen unconscious. When t
***~CLAIRE~***I didn't know exactly how to feel. I felt numb. I looked at Christian, searching his face for something, anything. But he just stared blankly at me, his face devoid of emotion. My gaze strayed over to Sloane who started to walk down the stairs. I swayed slightly, my legs trembling, tears prickling my eyes. "What are you doing here?" Sloane asked again as she stopped beside Christian. She slipped her arm around his waist, but to my surprise, he pushed her away. "Go back inside, Sloane." He repeated, still keeping his eyes on me. "What is my stylist doing here?" Sloane snapped. "Who is she to you?"I still couldn't speak. I expected Christian to give me an explanation, a valid reason why his ex-girlfriend was here, why he left me to go and pick her up from wherever she was. But he didn't. It was as if he was waiting for me to speak, to make a move. And honestly, I didn't even know what to do. As the silence lengthened, I heard Sloane suck in a sharp breath, like







