Claire Dearing Hot Novels & Stories

A smugful smile appeared on Claire's face as she smirked, "What's so special in that? She worked as a waitress before you married her. Of course, she would be good in these things." "After all, she worked at a five star restaurant where big names arrive everyday. She must have served all these people before." She added, her voice laced with arrogance. She intended to fill Harry's mind with disdain and disgust for Darcy. But, instead he looked down at her with a pair of eyes that showed 'One more word against my wife and I'll show you.' Claire clenched her hands angrily, but said nothing. She only wondered what was wrong with Harry today. Why was he ignoring her and seemed more worried about

And for the most part of Clare's stay, the two never sat through dinner together either. As if preparing for a duel, Clare got ready in one of her best dinner outfits and headed to the dining hall. She no longer questioned the Duchess's motives behind her sudden requests. Violet was already there when Clare arrived. Clare was only a few steps through the door when she unconsciously looked in Violet's direction and found the woman ogling at her. She had seen that kind of look before. They were usually from her male counterparts, so it was a strange discovery to spot it on the woman who hated her guts. But like a flash of lightning, it disappeared from the Duchess's face, replaced by a blank m

“I swear, you’re always the last to show up, Zara. You should’ve been here to hear Claire’s K-pop drama.” Claire scowled. “Drama? It’s not drama. It’s just… I don’t know. She’s been ghosting me lately. I think I might have scared her off.” Tia snorted. “K-pop girl, huh?” She leaned back in her chair. “You mean the one who looks like she walked out of a music video?” Claire nodded, a sigh escaping her. “She’s Korean, or at least looks it. Honestly, I can’t even tell. But she’s ridiculously hot. Like AI-level hot. Don’t tell me that doesn’t scream K-pop girl.”

I would play it better. --- Meanwhile, across town… Claire gripped the steering wheel with one hand while holding her phone to her ear with the other. “Get everything there is to know about Liam Raul King,” she said into the line, her voice steady and commanding. “Everything, even before he became who he is today. You can do that, can’t you?” “Of course, madam. Thank you for using our service,” the voice on the other end replied smoothly. Claire ended the call and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Before he could form the words to ask who she was, the room was overtaken by thunderous clapping. "Great, just great! You were just denying being a cheater, and now your secret lover emerges from the crowd to claim you. I shouldn't be surprised, should I?" Claire's fingers ached as she had a strong urge to scratch the woman's face. Or her long legs maybe. They were her prominent features. That would serve her right— after all, she was a rising model, Tiffany Talisman. She glued herself back to Hunter's arm again and said in the sweetest voice, "Why are you giving her unnecessary importance, Hunter? Let her go to hell!"

"I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing. Just to be sure you're being seductive enough, why don't you show me what you've got on under that dress?" Claire undressed quickly and gave him a twirl. "Oh, yeah, baby. You look smoking hot," Con murmured as she bent over to allow him a good view of her pert bum, bulging pussy and long smooth legs. Claire came and sat on the bed next to Con. "So, what do I need to do? You know, with Mr. Big." Con ignored her, staring at her huge bosom. "Con! Stop looking at my boobs! He'll be here soon and I don't understand my mission," Claire complained irately.

I said, putting on the diamond earrings Alexander had left in the bag. "Be careful tonight," Darla said, her tone shifting. "Soft Star deals with a lot of old-money families. There might be people there who know Richard. Who knows about the divorce?" "Let them talk," I said, checking my reflection one last time. "I am not Richard Blackwood's ex-wife tonight. I am Claire Elizabeth Winfred Hayes. CEO."

The sheer sight of her pissed me off and disgusted me at the same time. Claire stood at the edge of the dining room, her eyes shooting daggers straight at me. She was wearing a pair of high, sexy stilettos and a dress that was so short it looked more like a shirt than an actual outfit. Her hair was perfectly done, and she had a full face of makeup on, looking perfect as always. I stared at her, my mood instantly souring as my mind drifted to what she did to me and how Allysia had defended her. My fingers gripped my coffee cup a little tighter.

Never. From my observation of Claire so far,I don't think she'd be a gold digger. She doesn't even care if I'm rich or poor,she shows her hatred towards me without being scared of anything or anyone. I hate to admit it,but that personality is actually cute,though annoying but it's still got it cute side. It gives a good girl sign.

"All right, turn them over." Clara was high, and Shaina was low. "What will it be, Shaina?" Clara asked. "Strip!" Shaina stood up and removed her short skirt, revealing to everyone her freshly shaved vagina. She ran a finger in between the folds of her labia, saying, "I figured since everyone already knew I wasn't wearing any panties, I might as well lose it first." Maxwell handed the cards to Clara for her to deal with. Clara shuffled and dealt. Clara was high again, and Maxwell was low. Maxwell chose a dare. Clara thought for a moment, then said, "Maxwell, I dare you to suck on Shaina's clit while fingering her cunt for two minutes."