All Chapters of His Claim, Her Desire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

ELENA I was about to dial Cassie for the second time when I heard a familiar voice. ‎"Lena!" I turned around to see Cassie running toward me. Next thing I knew, we were squealing and wrapping our arms around each other in a hug. It had been months since we’ve been in the same space and the distance of post-college adult life had a habit of making those months feel like years. "Look at you!" she smiled when she pulled back. "You're really here!" ‎"I am," I laughed. "Happy anniversary to the parents." ‎"I know… thirty years is no joke," she said, taking the handle of my suitcase before I could protest. "I'm way too excited to see you. Come on. My car's in the short-term lot." After she invited me for a massive event her parents were having for their thirtieth wedding anniversary, I figured I could use some time off work and spend time with my best friend . We walked out of the airport terminal. The drive to the house was filled with non-stop catching up and the excite

I walked toward the kitchen and found Cassie leaning against the island, pouring herself a glass of water. "You’re done?" She asked when I stepped. "Yeah." "Thank goodness!" She breathed. Just then, I heard footsteps approaching and Ronan walked into the kitchen. He walked over to Cassie, handing over her phone and nodded. "Thanks." She smiled, sliding the phone back into her pocket. "Anytime." She paused, looking between the two of us, sudden realization crossing her face. "Oh! Ronan, this is Lena, my best friend. Have you guys actually met yet? Lena, this is Ronan." His expression stayed cool as he glanced at me. "We've run into each other," he said. "She's hard to miss." "Great!" Cassie beamed. Then he walked out of the kitchen. I turned to Cassie, gesturing toward her pocket. "Why did he have your phone?" I tried to sound casual. "He said that he needed it for something," she said, taking a sip from the glass of water. "He didn't even have it for up tw

RONAN ‎The bass in the club was almost deafening. Perfect. That was the main reason I came to Trevor's club most nights. The music was so goddamn loud it drowned out whatever endless noise was in my own head at the moment. I sat back on the leather chair, holding a glass of scotch. "So what did Levi say?" Trevor set his drink down on the table between us. I took a sip of the liquor, feeling the burn in my throat. "Nothing much. Suspension lowered, new exhaust system, and a few changes to the engine. Client wants it to handle better and he needs me on site to oversee the tuning." Trevor grinned, shaking his head. "Client dropping serious money on a classic?" "Yeah. Enough to make it worth my morning," I said. Before Trevor could respond, one of the bouncers walked over to the VIP section, stepping up to our booth and approached our table. "Boss," he leaned down a bit. "Just wanted to let you know the delivery for the top-shelf restock at the main bar just cleared the ba

The VIP section was a bit quieter than the floor below, though I could still feel the bass underneath my feet.I looked up, and my eyes locked with Ronan’s. He was sitting at a booth, already watching me, then he stood up. He didn't say a word to the escort, who simply nodded and left.He walked over to me and held out a hand. I looked at it for a second before taking it. He led me past the main lounge, down a hallway, then into an office. He released my hand and closed the door behind us."You were expecting me," I said, leaning back against the edge of the desk. "The bouncer knew my name and your guy knew where to take me."His eyes moved across my face. "Honestly, I wasn't sure you'd come."My brows pulled together. "Why?"He was quiet for a brief moment, then "You seem cautious."I arched a brow. "You got all that from barely knowing me?""Some things don't take long to figure out," he replied simply.I glanced around the room."You own this place?" I asked referring to the club.