FAZER LOGINAlex took a deep breath, walking back to the bedroom.He walked inside the bedroom and took off his clothes before walking to the bed and wrapping his arm around her. She tensed, and Alex kissed her neck. "I didn't sleep with that girl; you are the only one I want, not anyone else," Alex whispered, and his hand moved inside her lace nightdress as he rubbed her nipple softly. Talia closed her eyes, moaning. She wanted to push him away and remind herself that she was angry with him, but the way her body was responding to his touch made her know she couldn't stop this. "I love you, Strawberry, and no one—I mean, not a single thing—is going to come between us," he whispered before he flipped her over, and she lay on her back as he positioned himself between her legs. "I'm sorry for calling you childish; I know how much you hate that," he said, kissing her lips. She kissed him back as the kiss deepened. Al
At the Carter mansion: "Did you talk to Claire?" Amelia asked Yvonne and Chris, her voice laced with worry. "She's not answering my calls, and I'm getting worried." She glanced at her phone anxiously. Arnold sighed and walked over to her. "Sit down," he said, helping her onto the couch. "Claire is fine. She's not a baby anymore; you need to understand that." He kissed her forehead reassuringly. "But she never misses my calls," Amelia pressed, concern etched on her face. "I tried calling her Saturday night, and now it's Sunday, still no answer. I'm getting really worried." "She's fine, Mom, don't worry," Chris said, attempting to calm her. Amelia turned to him, her voice rising. "How can you be sure? She's not responding to my calls or messages!" Chris sighed, now worried about his mother's distress. He knew Claire's whereabouts, having tracked her phone, and was surprised by her loca
Dave's house. ''I don't want you to go back to your apartment,'' Dave said, holding Claire from behind, his head nestled in the crook of her neck. She smiled. ''I need to go, but...''She trailed off as Dave kissed her neck, making her giggle. ''Stay. You can go on Monday,'' Dave said, his deep voice commanding. His hand moved up and down her belly, sending shivers down her spine. ''Don't go,''Dave repeated, his tone firm. Claire nodded, then curiosity struck her. 'How did you know I'm staying in an apartment?' she wondered, turning to face him. ''How did you know that?'' she asked, studying his handsome face. Dave rubbed his head, looking away, and Claire raised an eyebrow. What was he hiding? ''Dave?'' she pressed, her voice soft. He met her gaze with an intimidating stare. Claire's heart skipped a beat; he looked incredibly hot. She shook her head,
Dave smirked in amusement; she was turning into a naughty freak, wasn't she, he thought as he looked at her face. She looked so innocent, and sometimes it made him feel bad. Why was she so innocent and pretty? She was too good for his shit... “You want to touch Daddy's cock, baby girl?” he asked, and she licked her lips and nodded her head. He pulled her down as she stood in front of him, naked, with her juices dripping on her thighs. She looked at him, and he ran his tongue over her lips, sending shivers down her spine. “Take off my clothes, baby girl,” Dave said, his deep voice husky and his eyes darkening with lust. She swallowed hard, her hands trembling. She wanted to touch it and see it, but, damn, she was scared. She had never seen a man naked before; she knew she had seen his chest exposed too many times, but not his whole body. "Are you scared?" he asked, his gaze fixed on h
"Because... I... I'm in love with you," she stammered.For a moment, Dave's eyes flashed with shock."I want you so badly. I feel jealous every time I see you talking to another woman. I can't stop thinking about you, and it's frustrating. I tried to forget you, but I can't. Please, Dave, make me whatever you want, just don't let me go."Dave looked stunned. "You don't know what you're saying," he said.Claire shook her head. "I know exactly what I want – you."Dave chuckled, shaking his head. "You broke up with me for him, and now you claim to love me? Don't play games, Emma. You broke our promise and didn't care about my feelings. Now you expect me to believe you love me?"Claire's voice trembled. "I was wrong, and I regret it. But will you blame me forever? You could have told me you loved me, but you walked away."Dave's expression hardened. "Who lied to you? I was never in love with you, Emma, and I n
She opened her eyes, her head aching slightly. "Did I drink too much?" she wondered, taking in the beautiful room.As she sat up straight, her gaze landed on Dave, busy with his laptop on the couch. Her eyes drifted to his chest, and she swallowed hard."Stop staring," his deep voice commanded.Claire's face flushed, thinking he hadn't noticed her admiring him. "Why am I here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Dave looked up, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Do girls always ask stupid questions?"Claire's gaze darted away, unable to meet his intense stare.Dave stood up, walked over, and stood beside her, his hands tucked into his sweatpants. "I didn't know you liked clubbing. Money changes people, I guess."Claire's frown deepened. "What's that supposed to mean?"Dave smirked. "I'm surprised you can still talk like that, Emma. Are you turning into a slut?"Claire's jaw clenched, her v
INShe was certain she saw him, and she wasn't mistaken. "Yvonne, I'm coming!" Claire exclaimed, dashing after Dave before Yvonne could respond.Heels and all, Claire rushed through the crowd, apologizing briefly to those she bumped into."Dave!" she called, just as he was about to press the elevat
Soft music played as the party began. Yvonne walked with Claire to a group of five young people."Hey, guys! Enjoying yourselves?" Yvonne asked.A redhead girl, along with the others, turned to them."Yvonne, long time no see! And who's this cutie?" the girl asked.Claire smiled nervously."She loo
Yvonne hugged her. Claire's nightwear was damp from sweating.As they pulled out of the hug, Amelia walked in, followed by Arnold. "Are you guys okay?" Amelia asked, approaching them."We're fine, Mom. It was just a dream," Claire said."Are you sure you're okay, Princess?" Arnold asked, concern et
"Do you like makeup?" Yvonne asked Claire, who shook her head."No, I'm not a fan of it," Claire said."I'm sure it would look great on you; you have a pretty face," Yvonne complimented."Thanks, you're beautiful too," Claire replied, making Yvonne giggle.It had been a week since Claire woke up to







