Semua Bab HIS MINNIE MOUSE : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Scott's POV. As we head for the restaurant, the only thing I can think of is Claire's curves. She is the kind of woman you'll call an effortless seduction. She doesn’t even realize that she's the kind of lady who can ruin me. She'd obeyed my orders, dressed in front of me, and it took a great sense of mental strength to resist her.If the party I was attending tonight wasn't important, I'd have been making her moan my name on my desk. But as much as I want her everytime, I also feel a strange feeling of being replaced. I don't want anyone else to have Claire the way I do. I want to be the only man who fucks her like that, the only man who makes her blush. But I still don't see myself catching feelings for her. This is normal, right? “Wow, it's beautiful,” Claire mutters, staring at the glass building glistening with gold and white lights. Thanks to her, I realize I've been standing outside the building without walking in. I slide a hand around her waist, the gesture making her

Claire's POV.I'm not close, but Scott's cum inside me edges me. So I arch my hips even more, chasing pleasure with the last few strokes Scott has to offer. In no less than seconds, my inner walls explode with my juice and I collapse onto the car seat. My legs shake violently as the effect of cumming has me moaning incoherent words. Scott slowly pulls out of me, and I push some of his cum out of me on purpose. His hands grip either side of my cheeks, “Fuck, you're creaming with my cum. That's so hot.” I hum in pleasure, my brain still unable to form proper words. Scott resumes kneading my ass, and the feel of that is comforting. It feels like he's trying to apologize for wildly fucking me. “Let's get you home,” He says, slowly pulling me out of the car. My eyes are watering so I'm wiping them as he pulls me out of the car. The moment his eyes meet mine, worry splits his features. “Fuck. Did I hurt you? Is something wrong?” he asks, his hands instinctively stroking my arms.If o

Claire's POV. “Uh–umm, no. It's just surprising,” I murmur.He breathes over my neck, bringing himself even closer. This time, I can feel the curve of his length, and that makes my ass burn. He's not hard, but he's pressed right in between the partition of my ass cheeks. “You know, you're going to have to get used to things like this. But I have to ask, do you find me being this close to you uncomfortable?” Scott's questions distract me from his length. I inhale softly, relaxing into his chest. I don't feel anything like anxiety, or nervousness. All I feel is peace, and ease. It's the first time in a long time since I last felt this relaxed. “No. Being around you brings comfort.”I hear him breath a smile, and then he moves his hands upwards, slipping it into my oversized shirt. My body trembles from his touch and his wandering fingers remind me that I have no bra underneath me. His finger cautiously trails the center of my stomach, slowly moving upwards. I bite hard on my lips,

Claire's POV. My mind races with a thousand and one questions but I can't find an answer to any. Until now, I made sure to keep whatever Owen did away from Scott. I didn't want it to cause complications in the pretend relationship. But I never thought in my wildest dreams that Scott would ask me this question. Emotions bubble in my throat but no proper words come out. “Well? Are you going to keep staring?” He asks, his tone sounding icy. I blink back, averting his gaze, “I–umm, he's just…” I stop, wondering if it's worth it to still lie.I have no idea if Owen is the one who broke into Scott's home. And if he's the one, that means there's no point hiding the truth anymore. I raise my head to meet Scott's gaze, his expression is hard, but amidst it is a flicker of pain. He looks disappointed, hurt and confused. My insides pool as guilt wraps my skin, making every part of me itch. I swallow hard, “I can explain.” “Oh my God Claire,” he exclaims, his voice sounding cracked. “No

Claire's POV.Shame wraps around my body as I notice more workers staring at me. My insides are pooling with the urgency to hide myself, but that's almost impossible because I'm at work. If it's just the stares, it would have been bearable. But then there were murmurs too. And not about anyone, about me. I've been sitting in my office all day, but I can still hear them talk bad about me clearly. Now, it's time for lunch and I don't see myself doing that. But my stomach's grumbling wouldn't let me stay in the office either.I slowly walk out, assuring myself that I'll be there for no longer than five minutes and that's it. But when I reach the company's cafeteria, I wish I never stepped out of the office.“Can you imagine her? I actually thought she's a noble worker, I guess I thought wrong,” I heard a fellow worker say. “Nah, I've always known she's a whore. Haven't you seen the way she acts around the boss? That's the character of a gold digger! Another added with a hiss. “Claire