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Oliver was still fuming about seeing Claire talk to another man when he received unwanted visitors in his office. “Mr Ford, I hope we are not disturbing,” Adam Hart said as he entered the office with his daughter, Jessica Hart in tow. Oliver frowned. He threw a glare at Thomas who secretly shook his head indicating that he didn’t allow them in. Looking at the two, Oliver responded curtly, “You are disturbing. I don’t receive visitors without an appointment.” Adam laughed it off and invited himself to sit in the visitor’s lounge. He suggested, “It won’t take long. There’s something I wish to discuss with you.” He then gave Oliver a once over and remarked, “How long has it been since we saw each other-” “A few weeks. You always attend the board members' meetings. Why are you really here?” Oliver questioned, feeling irritation bubble up within him at the way Jessica was giving him googly eyes. For some reason, he didn’t like whatever their visit meant. They had never visited him t
“Are you trying to force me?” Oliver narrowed his eyes at Adam Hart, the temperature in the room turning to a negative. Adam gulped. Big fat beads of sweat coated his forehead at the threatening look Oliver was giving him. He might have been old, but Oliver was raised by a powerful man. His aura was just like his father, Henry Ford. Dominant, cold and ruthless. “N-no. I’m-” “Good. My answer is no,” Oliver rejected outright and Jessica gasped. “Well, you do owe me that favour, Oliver. I helped you-” “I do owe you," Oliver admitted. "And I'll repay you for your help. What do you need? Full control of a project? A subsidiary company? I can give you anything apart from marrying your daughter. I already have a woman I want to marry.” Adam’s face contorted with anger. He pointed his finger at Oliver, waggling it and said, “How can you go back on your words-” “I never agreed to marry your daughter, Mr Hart. She followed me around and even when she framed my woman, I didn’t punish h
The next day was the the start of the weekend and also, the day of the gala. Claire met Wesley for the first time when he came to pick her up for the event. “I can’t believe this is the way we are meeting,” Claire remarked as she approached Wesley’s car. She gave him a once over and nodded in approval. He was handsome with brown hair and dark eyes. At least he looked like his profile picture. Wesley chuckled and held out his hand. When Claire shook his hand, he brought it to his lips and placed a kiss on the top of her hand. Glancing at her, he said, “I just want to say, I was right. You look stunningly gorgeous in person.” Claire’s cheeks flushed pink. She cleared her throat and suggested, “Shall we?” Wesley glanced up at the building and asked, “Am I not meeting your daughter tonight?” “It’s too soon,” Claire replied. “I’ll introduce you later as my friend.” “Your friend, huh?” Wesley asked, arching an eyebrow. Claire nodded and said, “Yes, we are friends. We are ye
Claire stared at Oliver incredulously. Was he being for real? She was about to reply when Wesley beat her to it. Stepping back from Claire, Wesley glanced at Oliver and chuckled mockingly before saying, “Excuse me but this is not your company and Claire is not your Legal Director right now. I find it rude that you're interrupting my time with my date, Mr Ford.” “It may not be my company but I’m the biggest donator for this charity organisation. I need to draw up some contracts with the owner so, yeah, Claire is my Legal Director even now because I'm working and I'M HER BOSS,” Oliver responded coldly, his jaws clenching. Claire furrowed her eyebrows as anger flared through her. She glared at Oliver and responded through gritted teeth, “Mr Ford, I’ll deal with this issue on Monday-” “It’s urgent,” Oliver declared and before Claire could respond, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her away. “What do you think you’re doing?! People are watching!” Claire hissed in a low voice. She ha
"Claire," Oliver's husky voice echoed in the room. "If you're not going to do anything with that, I suggest you let go." He bit back a groan when Claire's hand rubbed on top of his bulge. It had been one torturous night. After leaving the club, Oliver took Claire to his penthouse in the city. She was so drunk that she immediately slept off when he placed her on the bed. Unable to resist the temptation, he slipped in next to her and held her in his arms. However, Claire didn't keep her hands and legs to herself. She kept sliding her leg up and down Oliver's thighs. Her hand caressed his chest every now and then, igniting the desire that Oliver had been keeping under control for six years. He tried his best to stay still and endured the torture of having her soft hands all over his body. It was in the wee hours of the morning when she suddenly grabbed his manhood which was as hard as a rock. In her sleep, she kept playing with it, making it harder and more unbearable for Oliver t
"Where did you spend the night, young lady? And with whom?" Katherine Scott's questioning tone reached Claire's ears the moment she walked into her apartment. She stopped in her tracks, guilt creeping into her as she turned to face her mother who was seated on a couch in the living area. "Mom...uh... good morning," Claire said, chuckling awkwardly. "I got drunk last night and slept at Quinn's-" "I saw you getting out of Oliver's car, Claire. Did you spend the night with him? Have you already forgotten how much he hurt you six years ago?" Katherine pointed out, her eyes narrowing on her daughter. Katherine Scott was a bitter woman who harboured a lot of hatred for the Ford family. At first, she blamed the company for Jason Hamilton used it as an excuse not to marry her because she was from a poor background. He wanted to be the CEO so he couldn't be involved with a woman from a low social status. However, she had a plan to return to him with Claire after he succeeded in his pla
Claire breathed out in relief when she glanced at the tablet and saw that the call did not connect. Somehow, Thalia had found Oliver's profile on m*ssenger and was trying to video call him. Luckily, the WIFI on the tablet was switched off so the call couldn't connect. "Tee, sweetheart, how did you find this profile?" Claire asked her daughter, her heart was still in her throat from fear that Oliver had heard about their plans for revenge. "I asked Aunt Quinn and she helped me search for him," Thalia answered, her large eyes blinking innocently. "I wanted to ask him when he's going to agree to be my Daddy." Claire's heart skipped a beat. She threw a glance at her mother and then chuckled awkwardly. She crouched down and held Thalia, saying, "I'll find you a very good Daddy. Now be a good girl and go back to bed. It's Sunday, you can sleep in before you start school tomorrow." "Ok, Mommy," Thalia said and returned to her bedroom. When Claire remained alone with her mother, Kat
When Oliver left Claire at her apartment, he called Jake and Liam and asked them to meet him at the shooting range. He spent hours at the range, pretending the target was the younger version of him as he shot at it over and over again. Several thoughts reeled in his mind. If only things had happened differently six years ago, he wouldn't have been forced to let go of Claire and they wouldn't be in this position where she acted like he was her enemy. 'It's my fault! I hurt her and now, she won't even look at me,' he thought in his mind, pain eating at his heart like a festering wound. Oliver went at it aggressively, he didn't even notice the pain in his arms from shooting for too long. His friends found him about to finish the bullets as he repeatedly shot at his target. "Whoa, someone's in a bad mood," Liam Kent remarked as they approached their friend. "I guess he didn't get lucky last night," Jake Norton added and they both laughed. Oliver threw them a cold glare as he