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Loses
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2026-04-09 21:23:26
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Dealing with Mr fucking right. Loses
Joe’s POVThe house was a fucking graveyard. It was way too quiet. What the hell?I stood in the middle of what used to be my living room, I had a glass of whiskey in my hand, and I looked around at the emptiness. Most of the furniture—my furniture, the shit I’d dropped serious money on, was gone. Sold off to feed the goddamn lawyers who were still bleeding me dry and couldn’t even build a decent case.The expensive leather sofa Clara used to hate? Missing. The crystal decanters I kept on the sideboard? Auctioned last week. Even the white flowers she used to obsess over on the hall table had been replaced by dust and silence.Everything I had built was disappearing piece by piece.It was like the universe was against me.Damn it.I took a long swallow of whiskey, the burn doing nothing to dull the rage boiling in my gut.That bitch. After everything I gave her. The cars, the trips, the lifestyle most women would kill for. And she leaves me to go spread her legs for some basketball coa
Dealing with Mr fucking right. Fight back
Clara’s POVThe photo on my screen felt like a knife pressed to my throat.I stood frozen by the window, Cameron’s arms still wrapped tightly around me and his body warm and solid against my back. The morning light, which had felt so gentle only minutes ago, now seemed too bright and too exposing, as if it was deliberately highlighting every vulnerability.The image showed us clearly — half-dressed and holding each other on the couch last night, right after security had dragged Joe away. Someone had been watching from outside the building, hidden in the shadows and capturing our private moment like a predator stalking prey.“Next time we won’t knock. And next time, we won’t miss.”What the hell!!Cameron’s body went rigid behind me. His grip on my waist tightened, protective and tense, as if he could physically shield me from the threat on the screen.“Clara,” he said, his voice low, the kind of tone I rarely heard from him, “give me the phone.”I handed it to him without a word, my
Dealing with Mr fucking right. Anger
Clara’s POVI stood by the tall window in Cameron’s penthouse, still wearing nothing but his oversized shirt, the morning light warm on my skin. My phone was pressed to my ear as I spoke to my friend.“Hi Dash. Good morning.”Dash’s voice came through cheerful and familiar. “Morning, Clara! It's been a long time. What’s up, girl?”I took a deep breath. “I’m good. Hey, remember the pictures of Joe that you took of him kissing another lady? The one you showed me last year? Please can I have them?”There was a short pause. “Yeah… I still have them. Why? You okay?”“I’m fine,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “I just need them. Can you send them now?”“Sure, love. Sending them over right now.”The photos arrived a few seconds later. I opened them. There they were, clear, undeniable shots of Joe in a dimly lit club, his stupid lips locked with a blonde woman who was definitely not me. The date stamp was from fourteen months ago.Gosh, how did I endure this bullshit for so long?My bl
Dealing with Mr fucking right. More lies
Clara’s POVI woke up slowly, tangled in his sheets and his arms, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek. For a few blissful seconds, everything felt peaceful.The aftermath wrapped around us was like a warm, heavy blanket.“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “How are you feeling?”“Like I need coffee and a restraining order,” I said, trying for lightness even though my stomach was still knotted.He chuckled softly and rolled us so I was tucked against his side. “Coffee I can do. The restraining order is already on Daniel’s list for today. I texted him while you were sleeping.”We lay tangled in Cameron’s bed, our skin still slick with sweat and our hearts gradually slowing. I was curled against his chest, one leg thrown over his, his arm securely around my waist as if he never planned to let go. The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow over our bodies. For the firs
Dealing with Mr fucking right. Heat
Clara’s POVMorning light filtered softly through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Cameron’s penthouse, painting the room in warm golds and soft oranges. I stood by the window in one of Cameron’s oversized shirts, the fabric brushing against my bare thighs and the phone pressed to my ear as I watched the city wake up below.Emma’s voice was already blazing on the other end.“He did WHAT?!” she practically shouted. “That drunk piece of shit showed up at Cameron’s door at midnight? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”I let out a shaky laugh, still replaying the scene in my head. “Yeah. He was totally wasted, Em. Screaming, banging on the door, calling me every name in the book. He tried to punch Cameron and ended up face-planting on the floor like an idiot. Security had to drag him out while he kept yelling ‘You ruined me, you bitch! You’ll fucking pay!’”Emma made a sound that was half growl, half scream. “I wish I had been there. I swear to God, I would’ve punched that smug face so
Dealing with Mr fucking right. More shock
Clara’s POVThe silence after security dragged Joe away felt heavier than the shouting had been.I stood frozen in the middle of Cameron’s living room, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, trying to stop the trembling that had taken over my body. My heart was still racing, my skin clammy, and every breath felt too loud in the sudden quiet.Cameron locked the door with a decisive click, then turned to me. His face was tight with anger, but when his eyes met mine, the anger softened into something gentler. It softened into concern, protectiveness, and love.“Clara,” he said softly, crossing the room in three strides. He pulled me into his arms without hesitation, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other rubbing slow circles on my back. “You’re safe. He’s gone. Breathe, baby. Just breathe.”I buried my face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him. My fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.“He was… he was so angry,” I wh
Dealing with Mr fucking right. No going back.
Clara’s POVMy phone lay face-down on the coffee table, buzzing nonstop since I’d hit “send” on the documents two hours ago.Daniel’s office felt smaller than usual, the air was thick with the scent of fresh coffee and the faint metallic tang of tension. Sunlight slanted through the wide windows,
Dealing with Mr fucking right. Taste of victory.
Joe’s POVWhew… so this was what winning felt like.I leaned back in the leather chair, as a slow, satisfied grin spread across my face as I replayed the video in my head. The lighting, the tone, the perfect mix of heartbroken husband and noble fighter. Damn, I’d nailed it. Maybe I should quit the
Dealing with Mr fucking right. Media pity
Clara’s POV“What news, Emma? Talk to me….now.”My voice cracked like thin ice. Cameron was still kneeling between my legs, his hands warm on my thighs, but the heat between us had vanished the second Emma’s name lit up the screen.I sat up straighter on the edge of the mattress, my naked skin pric
Dealing with Mr fucking right. Little bit of rest.
Clara’s POVTwo weeks had passed since the night of Bryan's kidnap and we finding him at the mall security office, and the world had just kept turning and moving slowly. Bryan was sleeping through most nights now, though Emma still checked on him every hour until dawn. My spring installation sketc
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