บททั้งหมดของ Stripping the CEO: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

"I don't have much choice in this, do I?" Andre's hoarse voice when he responded was weak, but it came as good relief to her that it wasn't empty. Although it was faint, the teeny tiny hint of amusement she heard in his voice encouraged her to continue, keeping up a determined font in as much as sadness clouded her heart at the pain he was experiencing. Clara forced a smile, shrugging her shoulders flexibly. "I just gave you one, the decision is yours to make. But I must warn you that I will have to keep you from your toys for a little while." "What..." She had closed his laptop and punched the power button of the tablet, her delicate fingers which were painted in shimmering nude polish running through his desk... Gathering phones and arranging light pen and papers by the side, before focusing her attention on her man who had been facing the outside view before she came in. His tie was undone, and based on experience, she easily put together that he had felt suffocated and loos

She broke for the shattered shell he had reclined into and made to turn around, but he tightened his hold on her, rocking softly into her although he had spent his orgasm and was only twitching lightly in her pussy. She felt the first drop of hot liquid on her back and clenched her teeth to stop herself from crying as well. Instead, she ran her fingers through the arms that enveloped her and held him, waiting till the whimpering ceased. Then she felt his lips on her back and neck, patiently waiting for him to make the choice to let her in. And it wasn't long before he sought her lips, turning her around to straddle his thighs which gave her the opportunity to look at his face when he broke the soft passionate kiss. His tears had mingled with the ripples of sweat rolling down his smooth face, and he wiped them all, wrapping her arms over his shoulders. He stared at her, watching as she took her time arranging his hair and wiping his glistening face, sweeping some of his jet bl

Resuming her slow steps, she continued, every attention focused on her. "What happens in the next few years when we perhaps want to terminate the contract with them? We will lose those investors who only have faith in the partnership, not the project itself. Meanwhile the M.C. company is already aware of the power they wield by being at the centre of the attention. They can make incessant demands in the contract. My apologies Ms. Kate but, I don't do that kind of business." Not to add that they had agreed to it immediately because Viscount and the actress Marie had worked in the background for their ulterior motives. She would not place herself in a position where her desire to succeed could be used to play Andre especially now that he was starting to come around. He still went out at night after work, but he no longer stayed out so late and even returned early for dinner the previous night. He slept with her in the same bed and though he still had those episodes, she easily embrace

"You...came?" The relief in that broken voice ignited Fiona's warnings against the actress; she had either gone nuts to return for the son she abandoned after 25 years or simply broke. Clara hoped it wasn't the latter but kept her mind open to possibilities, wondering if her sudden return could have anything to do with the endorsements she had dropped out of. Had something happened that the reporters weren't aware of? "I... appreciate you honouring my call. Thank you, Clara." Clara hardened her heart against the pool flooding the woman's eyes. She was never going to forget that she was on Andre's side and hadn't come to sympathise with her. Especially if there was a possibility that the woman was only acting to get what she wanted. "Why? Why now?" It was all she could mutter in response. Upclose, it was easy to get the features Marie shared with Andre which hadn't been lost during plastic surgery. It was that arrogant Roman nose and those haunting sea-grey eyes as well as the c

"Clara, you will be more comfortable in the car." For a minute, she ignored him, hating herself for the sudden weakness and yet being aware that the panic attack hadn't been her fault. Her breathing had finally steadied, but she waited a moment before returning to her position, moving to the edge when he took the seat next to hers. He breathed heavily, linking his fingers together. "I just need to know what you were doing with her. I may have got ahead of myself with those assumptions but..." "You 'may have?' It's under probability? When I told you I loved you, did you think it was a joke?" Her anger had given way for ache and emptiness. Her body was starting to quiver, and she wrapped her arms around herself as she felt shivers of cold wash over her. Andre swallowed hard, leaning his heavy head against the seat. "I didn't know what to believe when I saw this." Clara chuckled humourlessly, lost on where to start from. "It was sent to me through a restricted number and..." "You