Claire's posture was confused. She had one hand on her waist and her head was slightly cocked.-Restaurant? He spat out the question, shooting fire from his eyes.-Yeah. In fact, we're running late,” I agreed, trying to cut that off as quickly as possible. He looked me up and down, and I didn't know what he was thinking, but I felt naked, and not in an exciting way."Is it one night stand?" A replacement fuck? His tone was demanding, as if asking me for an explanation.“Claire! - she was heard. I followed the sound, finding Clinton standing at the entrance to the venue, pupils dilated and a wolfish grin.I turned to Chelsea, in her silver bodycon dress. Her hair was jet black and all of her screamed elegance and class. So, I returned my gaze to Claire. Her dress was red and her brown hair was in a high bun and very well arranged. If she didn't know what she was doing at the event, she would say that she could stand next to the black-haired girl and hardly anyone would know the differe
"How about dinner tomorrow?" she suggested, frowning, but looking at me hopefully."How about dinner right now?""I don't see why not," he replied, getting up from the table to come to me.Diagonal to Bradley's table, but facing my field of vision, I managed to see Claire without her mask, looking at me as if she wanted to take a Katana and slice my body. She had her chance; she showed how much she cared for her, which to me was nothing because of how she humiliated him by hanging out with other guys at events. It didn't matter if it was her work, if they really had something, she should have kept it as secret as possible, and not chase it like a cat when she saw her shadow.A part of me reminded me that he was a human being, however, if there is one thing that characterizes us lawyers, it is being competitive. Now it wasn't just because I liked him, but because she was challenging me with her look. Because I deserved to have pleasant moments. I wouldn't give up, and I wouldn't start
Most of the time I stayed late at the office so busy I barely had time to think about anything other than work or Lucas.Since my appointment with Chelsea, three days had passed without hearing from her… Nor from Claire Davis.I admit that I didn't have any kind of strong feelings for any one in particular, but secretly, a part of me hoped that Claire would realize that the path she was taking was leading her nowhere. Although if we're going to be honest, my penis missed the girl. I guess what my head was screaming about Chelsea being the right choice didn't go down well with the head thinking on her behalf, or whatever was dominating my attraction to Claire." Sir, Chelsea Jones is on line two, " Nancy said. I frowned in surprise at not waiting for her call, let alone at eight o'clock at night.“I'll take the call, thanks, Nancy. You can go home. I will close." Are you sure, sir?" Because it doesn't bother me.-Don't worry. Enjoy your weekend. I closed line one and pressed the key t
It was a fucking zombie walking into my office with glasses on a Saturday after eleven in the morning. The set of keys became so tedious that for a second I thought about leaving those fucking pieces of paper for later. Yet the controlling little voice whispered to me that it was going to build up, that I wouldn't have time for anything else. And, although it's hard for me to admit it, I wasn't a fan of leaving things to the last minute.Chelsea's private concert ended around three in the morning. We talked a lot, which I hadn't done for a long time with another woman besides Dona or Mom.She told me about her mother who was in a retirement home due to her advanced illness. It shocked me to learn that she was only forty-seven years old and at the point of no return from the disease. With great strength she accepted that her mother did not remember her or her brothers; she didn't even say she should bathe.For my part, I told him about myself. The shitty marriage I had, her relationshi
He let out a laugh. —Jones is as much at work as I am on an island paradise. And I care very little if he finds out,” she replied, as relaxed as if she really wasn't interested."Okay, so I'll pick you up around five, okay?"-Where will we go? Her," she inquired curiously, looking into my eyes.I denied raising an eyebrow. "Let yourself be surprised, woman." You can't be so bossy about everything,” I replied jokingly, though I was beginning to suspect that Chelsea had this typical lawyer air of being bossy and wanting to know everything.She pursed her lips, puckering the corner of it, not quite convinced. "I guess I can do that," she whispered."Now I'm going to kiss you again, then you'll go up to your flat, sleep, and wait to see us tomorrow." - She smiled sideways; so flirtatious that it caused me to return the gesture.I kissed Chelsea, experiencing every nerve ending come to life and light up like Christmas trees. This kiss put every useless part of me to sleep, awakening what n
I smiled incredulously, not quite convinced. I kept feeling that my soul would pay a heavy price."What will you gain from this?" At the end of the day we are not getting married and you will lose money...He denied, interrupting my doubt. Her smile widened, turning the expression terrifying along with a calculating look.—I'll win fucking with you without asking permission at the agency or making an appointment. I'll win when Chelsea keeps her stupid ass on my signature, having no choice but me. There was a gleam of satisfaction in her hazel eyes, before she added, "and I'll make Bradley Dempsey's life hell."Jones's idea was not a noble one. He didn't want to separate Chelsea from Bradley because she wanted something worthwhile for her daughter. Nor because he was doing a favor to someone in particular. All he wanted was to screw over his rival, no matter who he was getting at.His plans were that when Bradley came to see me, I would take pictures of him with me and send them to him
-I will call you."Could you do it when they touch down?" To know you're okay,” I whispered at the end, because I didn't know if he would take it as me wanting to pressure him to explain. Or control his movements. I just worried about him. Before that type of thought did not cross my mind, but since we began to know each other, that instinct woke up in me to want to know if he was well, if he had eaten, if he was upset, etc. Her smile, however, widened before she said, "You'll be the first call I make when I get off the plane," she promised, and the certainty with which she did so helped the butterflies take flight, making me believe that a future was possible. with him, that having a happily ever after wasn't so crazy for someone like me. Will you walk me to the door? He asked hopefully.Right at my door waiting for the elevator, the anxiety that he was leaving began, but it wasn't because I couldn't live without him or I would die if I didn't see him, but because he was actually gi
"I'm not going to deny that," he whispered, falling into my gaze.When our lips met I experienced an explosion in my stomach. It's a combination of you being hungry and jumping out of a parachute at the same time…I've never done it before, but I figured that's what it felt like.The heat was more intense after a few seconds. The moans kicked in after a couple of rounds of stopping, gasping, and continuing. At some point we were on top of her bed past whatever lines Chelsea drew between us. She knew that she was so ready for me when she tried to take off my sweater.However, there was a flash in my mind, like a dim light in the lustful haze, that reminded me that she had been crying in my arms a few minutes ago. It was like a bucket of cold water clearing my thoughts, but her hand was traveling to the fly of my jeans…"Chels," I groaned, torn between my pleasure and doing the right thing, "I'll probably regret this later, but I think we should stop for a minute," I murmured, putting my