Katherine Scott had noticed something different about her daughter lately. She smiled a lot and often giggled to herself like a teenager who was deeply in love for the first time. They talked less about their plans for revenge and Claire seemed to be avoiding her for some reason. That night, she waited for Claire to return so that she could ask her what was going on. However, the moment Claire came home, she rushed to call Thalia who called Oliver Ford her Daddy. This discovery hurt and angered Katherine at the same time. After what she had told Claire about the Fords, how could she go behind her back and interact with them? Not only that, they now knew Thalia was Oliver's daughter... it was only a matter of time before they found out about her and the plans they had. “Mom...” Claire said, sighing deeply. “I heard Thalia calling Oliver Ford Daddy. Did you tell him?” Katherine Scott asked in an accusatory tone. Her eyes fell on the teddy bear that Thalia was holding tightly

In the evening, the family of three ate out before going to the villa instead of the usual penthouse that Oliver stayed in. “You have two homes?” Claire asked as they drove into a gated community for the wealthy. “I want this villa to be my home... Our home,” Oliver responded as he manoeuvred the car and drove into a big yard. There was a massive mansion at the end of the yard. It stood tall and proud amidst neatly maintained lawns and lush gardens. The mansion was like a five-star hotel, with towering walls and a majestic entrance gate adorned with intricate designs. “Wow! Our home is big!” Thalia exclaimed as she glanced at the mansion in awe. It wasn’t as big as Roxanne’s and Henry’s but it was big enough for a family of six. It had a modern touch with most of the walls being made of floor-to-ceiling windows. When they walked through the massive doors, Claire froze in her tracks. The house was exactly how she had envisioned her dream house. With creamy neutrals incorporate

Oliver’s heart couldn't stop racing as he went to pick up Claire for the date. When he asked her out and she agreed, his heart leaped with joy. He swore not to ever let her go again... It didn't take long for him to arrive at Claire's apartment building. He sent her a text and waited for a few minutes before she emerged through the doors and his breath caught in his throat. The endearment he always called her by was befitting... She looked like an angel that had descended from the heavens. His heart raced, his eyes widening as he took in the goddess who was approaching him, her hips swaying from side to side. Claire looked so ethereal... in that white dress, she looked so beautiful and elegant. With her hair slicked back and pinned at the back of her head, her face glowing with just a little make-up... Oliver walked towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. He had a large bouquet in his hands and he wore a white shirt with navy pants with the sleeves of his shirt rolled t

Oliver glanced into Claire's eyes like he was searching for something... when he saw her lost in pure pleasure, he lowered his head and buried his face in her core. "Oh! Yes! Oh god!" Claire moaned, clamping her legs around Oliver's neck, trapping his face between her legs as he ate her out like she was the most delicious dessert in the world. "That's it! Oliver!" Oliver ran his tongue along her pink folds, sliding his tongue down teasingly before thrusting it into her wet tunnel of pleasure and tasting her flavour. "You taste so good, baby," he groaned, lapping up her juices as they flowed out of her. His thumb went to her clit and began to rub it roughly with the right kind of pressure. "That's it, cream my tongue, beautiful," Oliver grunted as Claire became wetter and wetter until her juices doused Oliver's chin and nose. "Fuck, you're so wet for me. So ready for my dick." Claire blushed but her embarrassment didn't last long as Oliver suddenly sucked on her clit, her eyes

Back at the penthouse. Oliver awoke to an empty bed and panic crept into him. 'Where is she?' He asked himself. His heart pounding violently against his ribcage. For a moment, he felt like he was back to six years ago when he used to have nightmares of Claire leaving him over and over again. 'No! I can't lose her again! I can't let her go!' His stomach churned at the thought. He grabbed his phone to call Thomas to look for Claire but then, he found her text messages when he unlocked his phone. His heart slowly calmed down as he read the text, relieved to know she hadn't left him like six years ago. He let out a sigh of relief, thinking he wouldn't have survived if she left him again... this time, his heart would completely get destroyed. This was why he was so afraid of losing her. A smile crossed his lips as the images of the previous night flashed through his mind's eye. He couldn't believe he was finally able to claim Claire as his woman... she was his and he was hers.