Chapter 37

‎What are you doing," she said alert as he moved to her, but he didn't give her a chance to talked further as he take her pink lips into his mouth using his right hand to grab the arm of the car chair and his left hand to hold her neck from behind as he kiss her lip, he was really angry as he talked about other guys, how dare she, feeling her struggling, he bite her lips hard making her sigh as he have more access to devour her lips exploring every corner of he mouth, after what feel like forever he finally let her go as he began to suck her exposed white neck feelings his member twitched in his trouser, he continue to suck her neck biting it slightly in the same place, making her gasped, seeing his kiss mark evidence on her neck he was finally satisfied and sit back on driver seat.

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‎Claire slowly regained her composure, her senses sharpening like a blade. The moment clarity returned, she shot Edward a glare so fierce it could cut steel. Anger surged through her like wildfire, fierce and untamed. She looked like a tiny, furious witch, fierce, untouchable, and burning with fury.

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‎Without warning, she launched herself from the passenger seat, catching Edward completely off guard. Her small fists began pounding against his chest, every strike fueled by raw emotion. She hit him with all the strength she could muster, not holding back, her breathing ragged and eyes ablaze with rage.

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‎Edward, however, remained completely still. He looked at her with maddening calm, his lips curled into a smirk that only served to fuel her fury.

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‎“You can punch all you want,” he said, voice low and provoking. “Get it all out.”

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‎Her blows, though relentless, felt more like flutters than actual pain to him. And as strange as it was, something in her fiery outburst only made him want her more. Her energy, her spirit—it ignited something primal in him. If she hadn’t given up soon, he wasn’t sure what he might’ve done.

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‎Finally, breathless and exhausted, Claire slumped back into her seat. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to calm herself, her fists still clenched in frustration.

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‎“You give up so soon?” he asked, amused. His eyes lingered on her petite frame, his thoughts wandering. He wondered how someone so small could carry so much fire. And what was she eating to be so light, so deceptively strong?

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‎Claire turned her head toward him, anger still simmering in her eyes. “Can you let me go now?” she demanded, her voice tight, her expression laced with anger. In her mind, there was no doubt—he was a beast.

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‎Edward’s gaze dropped briefly to her neck, where the mark he had left—faint teeth impressions and a reddened patch, still stood out vividly against her skin. Her furious glare only made him smirk again. With a satisfied sigh, he leaned forward and pressed the button to unlock the car door.

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‎The second she heard the click, Claire threw the door open and stormed out. She didn’t even glance back. The door slammed shut behind her with a sharp thud, echoing in the night.

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‎Edward chuckled to himself as he watched her walk briskly toward her apartment, her figure disappearing into the building. The moment she vanished from view, he started the engine and drove off, the smile never leaving his face.

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‎Claire stormed up the front steps of her apartment, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete. As she reached the door, she paused, hissing softly as her fingers brushed against the tender spot on her neck. She tugged at her shirt collar, carefully adjusting it to hide the fresh bite mark Edward had left there. Annoyance flickered in her eyes, more at herself than anyone else.

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‎With a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped inside, the cool air of the apartment brushing against her skin. She kicked off her shoes in the hallway and headed toward the living room. The moment she rounded the corner, she spotted Cleo, fully dressed up and practically glowing. Her hair was curled and glossy, her makeup flawless, and her outfit clearly chosen with care.

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‎Claire raised a brow, curiosity piqued.

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‎“Where are you going?” she asked, dropping her bag beside the couch and flopping down onto it. Her eyes scanned Cleo, noting the effort she'd put into her appearance, the soft shimmer of eyeshadow, the perfectly blended blush. Claire could tell she hadn't rushed it.

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‎Cleo gave a little smirk, flicking her hair back confidently. “I’m going to Ryan’s place. Thought I’d surprise him,” she said with a playful wink.

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‎Claire chuckled, leaning back against the cushions. “Oh, he’s not ‘Mr. Ryan anymore? And the way you said his name, every... Intimate.”

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‎Cleo blushed but didn’t deny it. She glanced down at her hands briefly, a shy smile curling her lips. “Well... I forgot to tell you,” she said softly, then looked up. “We did it.”

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‎Claire blinked, eyes widening. “Wait, really?”

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‎Cleo nodded, her cheeks going crimson. She looked like a teenager caught daydreaming in class, giddy and proud. “Yeah. It just happened. But it felt right, you know? And he told me he likes me... like, really likes me. I’ve liked him for a while, so hearing that, it meant a lot.”

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‎She twirled a loose strand of hair around her finger, clearly reliving the moment in her head. “He’s been so sweet lately. At the office, he brings me coffee, checks in on me... It’s like he’s always looking out for me. I think he genuinely cares.”

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‎Claire smiled, despite the strange twist in her chest. “Wow. I’m happy for you, babe,” she said, and she meant it, mostly.

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‎But even as she said the words, her thoughts wandered to Edward. Sure, he was handsome. More than handsome, infuriatingly so. But romantic? Not in the slightest. Their time together was filled with tension, teasing, and way too much heat, but it lacked the sweetness Cleo described. Instead of feeling cherished, Claire often felt like he was always make her angry on purpose.

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‎She sighed, shaking her head to clear the thoughts. Something about it all felt... off. Like she was playing a game she didn’t know the rules to.