All Chapters of Dealing with Mr fucking right.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Clara's POV I took my time getting ready.I picked the green wrap dress, the one I had bought six months ago and never worn because Joe had looked at it once and said I looked like a flamingo in it. It fitted close at the waist and fell to the knee and it made me look, Emma had said when I bought it, like a whole entire meal.I did my makeup, wore my hair down and I looked at myself in Emma's spare bathroom mirror for a long moment and thought: there she is. There's the woman who has been in there the whole time.I picked up my bag and walked out.* * *Emma was in the kitchen doorway when I came downstairs, mug in hand, and the second she saw me her eyebrows went up and she let out a long, low sound of appreciation."Damn, girl." She looked me up and down with the open admiration of a best friend who had earned the right to it. "Look at you. Look at you looking hot." She tilted her head. "Are you trying to turn Cam's head completely upside down? Because I think you might actually br

Clara's POVThe car ride back to his penthouse was a blur of heat and anticipation. My pulse thrummed between my legs, every nerve already lit up from the way Cameron had looked at me in that lobby, those dark eyes of his promising everything. I kept stealing glances at him: his jaw was set, knuckles white on the wheel, the thick outline of his cock already straining against his slacks. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The air between us was electric, heavy with the knowledge of what was coming.He parked in the underground garage like a man on a mission. The second the engine died, we were moving. His hand caught mine, pulling me toward the private elevator. The doors barely closed before he had me pressed against the mirrored wall, mouth crashing down on mine.The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was starving.His tongue slid deep, claiming, while his big hands gripped my waist, bunching the green wrap dress higher up my thighs. I moaned into his mouth, tasting the faint hint of his earli

Clara's POV The apartment was small.Smaller than Joe's guest bathroom, probably, if I was being precise about it. One bedroom, a living area that doubled as a studio if you pushed the couch back, a kitchen that two people could stand in as long as they liked each other, and a window in the bedroom that looked out onto a narrow street lined with trees that were just beginning to turn. The walls were cream. The floors were old hardwood, slightly uneven, and it creaked in some specific places.But it was mine.Every square foot of it, every creak and imperfection, mine. No one else's name on anything. No one else's taste on the walls or preferences in the cupboards or cold, assessing silence in the hallway, but mine.I stood in the middle of the living room while the movers brought boxes through the door and felt something so uncomplicated and so complete that it took me a moment to identify it.Home. This was what home felt like."Okay." Emma appeared in the doorway with a box labele

Clara’s POV The office was very quiet after the elevator doors closed.Cameron guided me back inside without saying anything, one hand warm and steady at my back and pulled the door shut behind us, and I stood in the middle of my office on my first day of work and looked at the desk and the sketchbook open to the page I had been working on two hours ago when the afternoon was still just an afternoon and felt the full, complicated weight of everything settle around me."Come here," Cameron said softly.He sat on the edge of the desk and pulled me in and I leaned against his chest and he held me, not saying anything, not trying to fix it, just there — while the building hummed quietly around us and somewhere down the corridor someone's phone rang and was answered and the ordinary sounds of people doing ordinary work continued as if nothing had happened.As if my husband had not just stood in the corridor of my dream job and called me nothing in front of everyone I was trying to impress

Clara’s POV "What?" My voice came from somewhere very far away. "Emma… what do you mean missing? What happened?""I went to pick him up from his friend's house and he wasn't there. His friend said someone came and collected him. Someone came and said…." Her voice broke completely. "Clara, someone took my son. Someone took my baby.""We're coming," I said. "Emma, stay where you are. We're coming right now."*****She was on the floor.That was the first thing I saw when we got through her front door, Emma, who I had never once seen crumble, who had stood in Joe's hallway and snapped her fingers at him like calling a dog, sitting on her living room floor with her back against the couch and her knees pulled to her chest and her eyes red and swollen in a face that had gone completely hollow.Marcus was on the phone in the corner, his voice low and urgent, pacing in the tight three-step circle of a man who needed to be doing something and didn't know what.I went straight to Emma, dropped