FAZER LOGINTrigger warnings: 18+, contains BDSM, hardcore sex, Sub and mature content. "Crawl over, Claire. Crawl over, and get what you want, that is the least you can do for how hard I intend to fuck you.” ******************** Just like everyone else who ends up in college with their curiosity spiking up the ceiling, Claire's was no different from them. A text confirming her boyfriend was at a fraternity party making out had her racing out, until she met the one person she would have never expected to cross paths with. Under the influence of aphrodisiac, she had given herself to him, with no recollection of who he is or where he was from until fate brought them together. With her working in his startup firm as an assistant, and his claws deep in her, Jerald wasn't ready to let her go, and she wasn't ready to do so as well, not even when she found out he was her boyfriend's elder brother. He made her feel things she hadn't felt before, and touches her in places she wouldn't have expected was possible, what awaits them when it seems their luck had run out? And the world suddenly seems to be against them?
Ver maisClaire's POV One last glance at the mirror had me swallowing my spittle. I wasn't going to have anyone walking me down the aisle, but that was fine by me. They were all assholes anyway. The man who had given birth to me and his brother had turned out to be assholes I could live without, but on days like this, I couldn't help but miss the woman who had given it all for me. The one who wouldn't be here. The door creaked open with Elena stepping in."Oh my," her eyes were wet with tears as she exhaled, taking in the sky-blue wedding gown I had on. One that was decorated with pearls and diamonds."I know that you were going to look exquisite in this, but not this gorgeous." She walked closer, wrapping me in a hug. "Oh my, my baby is getting married.""I'm already married," I whispered to her when she nodded. "Fine, fine, you are, but you never had a wedding, and a wedding is a massive criterion to the public, not that I care." She shook her head. "I am so glad you are doing this, gi
Claire's POV Jerald drove as fast as he could down to the hospital while I kept praying that everything would be okay. Seeing her perfectly fine was going to be everything I could have wished for; at least it would help the thought that had besieged my mind recently. The car finally came to a stop, and when I got out, rushing through the lobby, Jerald had to remind me to slow my pace so he could keep up with me, as I was moving far too fast. I got to the elevator just in time before the door clasped shut, with Jerald sticking a leg in until we were in; a breath of air left my lungs when it clasped shut, making its way up. Eyes glanced at me, and I was going to take that as a result of what I had on and nothing else. When the elevator finally got to the top floor where she was being kept, we both stepped out. Sephon stood, face pale, and my heart sank. Has something gone wrong? I had come just as fast as I could. She stepped aside for us to walk through, not barring us like she
Claire's POV I cackled, amused at the nerve she had to call me that. "An impersonator?" I let out an amused. "That's interesting." I whispered before slipping my fingers, which were covered in red gloves, into my purse, pulling out a slim folder, which I flipped open before placing it on the table. Hums filled the room; silent voices echoed at the name that was on it. Drandy holding shares registry. Stamped, certified, and verified."That is fake," Eldora countered, staring at everyone as she scoffed."You have always been known for being this way, and I thought you might have stopped. You show up here, dressed this way with fake papers, and you think you could make me look fake?"My face stayed blank. "Dress like what? A woman who owns 10 percent of shares in Drandy? One whose signature on any contract would determine its worth?""That is fake." Eldora insisted, staring at Lindsy, who sat watching. The air cracked with tension, sizzling through. "Eldora," my hands leaned agains
Jerald's POV "Why would you even think I would be scared of you?" I planted a kiss on my wife's neck as I asked. I knew it would have been overwhelming for others, especially after what had happened last night, but what I saw was a woman who was making her enemies pay. "Because of last night?" She was helping me fix my tie. "I would never be scared of you, sweet." My head leaned against hers. "There's no way I would be; besides, every woman who is married to any of the Michaels has to be that tough to stay within the family." I explained it to her. "So you don't have an issue with that at all?"I drew in a breath. "I don't have an issue with that. If you killed someone, you should know you can always place a call across, and I will help you dig a grave for that body." She chuckled before nodding. "Does that make us the perfect couple?"I kissed her nose gently. "Yes, it does make us the best because we both have our hands tainted with blood, which isn't a bad thing.""I know you


















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