Because You Re Mine Claire Contreras Novels & Stories

Claire said while looking at her with a worried face. Clairol just shook her head and smile. “Y-yes. I'm okay. Anyways, I'm Clairol Tampson, Mr. Velasquez. It's nice to finally meet you.” She also tried to extend her hand but cause of panick she extend her right hand instead. “Opps. Wrong hand,” she said shyly after shaking the hands of Draven through her left hand. She hopes he didn't remember her. “How about we continue from talking it to the faculty room?” She said casually.

she asked after a sigh. She was sure that she won’t stop so she might as well pretend to be curious. She put down the magazine again and looked at where her friend’s eyes were. "It's the elusive, immensely hot and extremely rich playboy, Luke Contrero! The man one wearing a pair of blue board shorts and has a mouth-watering six-pack!” Joyce replied as she stared at the subject of her interest.

Claire was quite adventurous when it comes to sex and she seemed determined to make up for the sex she had lost out on since her divorce with DDante ‘Well, let's check our that sexy video.’ I said softly as I opened my phone, it will be a nice company, since I really don't know when it'll to my turn I added and brought out my Bluetooth earpiece not knowing what to expect, I’d be embarrassed if it’s the sound of sex. I opened the video and saw it was not a sex video and Claire wasn't even in the video. "Fuck, that's Katia fighting" I said already running out of the mall. My mind racing.

She went to the office early, before the building filled, and knocked on the communications department door and Claire opened it and they looked at each other for the first time knowing what they were. Claire Reyes was thirty-five years old, four years older than Lila, with a bearing that was European and precise and an expression that was guarded in the specific way of someone who has learned to read rooms carefully because rooms had often held surprises she didn't like. She was wearing the Kingsley jaw in the same way Lila wore it — slightly more pronounced, inherited from James rather than from Lila's father's side of the line, but unmistakable once you were looking for it.

he asked. “Magic? Nah, I heard Edgardo's friend Marcello named his daughter Mayela.” I said and he giggled. “Haha. You deserve to burn in hell.” Claire said as she walked downstairs. Looks like she's having an argument with Edgardo. Typical. “Claire… it's okay.” I said and she looked at me with her eyebrows raised. “Nothing is okay. That bustard deseves to burn in hell for the pain he caused you.” Great! Now my friends hate him too.

I said weakly as I sat on the long bench. "No, May. Let's go win a teddy bear at the claw machine. Please go with me. You know you are good at it," She pouted her lips as she nudged my arm, and I rolled my eyes. Left with no choice, I left with her to the section where the claw machine was, but just before we got there, I saw a familiar face. My heart sank into my stomach when I realized that the person was Oscar, my ex-boyfriend, and seeing him holding hands with a young lady as they smiled heartily sent a dagger that pierced through my chest.

she said, her tongue coming out to lick the corner of her lips like a viper, "I can't believe it's been this long." "Did we have a class together?" She pouted, and it wasn't a pretty look for a woman in her thirties, especially when she had a boatload of collagen injected into her lips. She reminded him of the trout they had on special at the restaurant last week, courtesy of his favorite chef and cook, Adam. "Uhm, I feel so hurt. How could you have forgotten me? I'm Sierra, cheerleader of the Bounty Girls," she said, giving Shawn the "Let's get out of here" look.

Claire's POV Mr. Micha’s dark smile widened as he stepped closer, the other four committee members circling me like predators. “Strip,” he ordered simply. “Everything except that pretty engagement ring. We want to see exactly what we’re promoting.” My cheeks burned with humiliation, but the desperate ambition in my chest pushed me forward. I unbuttoned my fitted white blouse with shaking fingers, letting it fall open to reveal my lace bra. Ms. Elena Voss watched with hungry eyes, her lips curving.

I immediately shut that thought down. Nope. Contract marriage. No feelings. Remember? After the meeting, I followed him out. “You’re not as useless as I thought,” I said. He stopped walking. “That’s your compliment?” “Yes.” He stared at me. Then said, “You’re still annoying.” “Progress,” I smiled. Then— A woman stepped into the hallway. Tall. Perfect makeup. Expensive perfume. Claire. She looked at me first. Then at Liam. Then smiled like she had already won something.

She took a deep breath before speaking. “Hi, everyone,” Claire said, her voice shaky but steady. “I’m Claire Smith, or is it Claire Steele now? I’m well aware of the news that has been making rounds everywhere about my father being an ex-convict and being prosecuted for assaulting minors. It’s been a lot for me to process, and I know how deeply it’s affecting not just me, but also the company and everyone involved.” Alex’s mind raced, his grip tightening on his phone as he watched her continue, unsure of where this was headed.