Claire Dearing Hot Novels & Stories

I stop short when I catch sight of Celine holding up her phone, showing Claire something. "Damn," Claire says loudly. "He's hot. You should definitely get on that." My chest tightens. Who the hell are they talking about? Has she already moved on? I step into the room. They turn toward me. "Want one?" Claire asks, lifting her glass. I shake my head. She rolls her eyes. I pour myself a bourbon at the bar, the familiar burn grounding me. "You're not going home?" I ask her. She rolls her eyes again. "Celine and I are having a girls' night."

Vine doesn't say anything and continues standing, looking at the curtain. Clare walks out in a red dress with spaghetti straps and a low back. “So, what do you guys think?" “I don't like it." Nate says first. Clare goes back into the changing room and Nate continues, “Vine, I'm talking to you. Are you going to ignore me, forever?" “If it takes that long, then yes. I will.” Vine eventually replies.. “What did i-?" Clare interrupts them, walking out in a sea green dress with sweetheart neckline and flared under the breasts.

"Riley O'Brien I'll have you know that the last thing on my mind right now is shacking up with a man like Zade Cutler" That had muted her for a second before she gave me one of her famous smirks. "Is he hot atleast?" Another cough threatened to erupt from my body but I held a neutral face my right hand on my hip. "Maybe. Just a bit" "Just a bit? Claire Hayden thinks a man is hot, damn we might expect rain tonight" I laughed. Anyone with eyes could see how gorgeous Zade was and the man knew it, reveled in it even. "I thought you listened to all the rumors?"

Delia’s figure emerged from the shadows, and Natalie’s followed close behind. "You call her an idiot, yet she holds the heart of the man you’ve been chasing and trying to lock down for years, Claire." Natalie’s voice cut sharp, and she looked ready to bite. “Delia is right about you being a fool. Only a fool would allow a man to use her as his rebound for what—like, eight years? Eight whole years, and you must be so boring he doesn’t even want to look at you anymore.” Claire, that was her name, reddened with both anger and embarrassment. "You don’t know a thing about my relationship with Sayge. He wants me.”

"I prefer my own version." Clara opened the fridge. "Which is?" "You're secretly smiling because Matteo looked unfairly handsome." Clara grabbed the butter. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that." "You hear everything." Tara started scrolling through the comments. "You have to hear these." Clara sighed. "I really don't." "Oh yes, you do." She cleared her throat dramatically. "'Dear Mr Devereaux, thank you for finally joining social media. We were tired of admiring you through business magazines.'"

"Whatever you think of yourself is up to you. But in my eyes, you're the only woman who deserves to stand by my side." Edward approached Chloe, opened the car door, and invited her to get in. Without wasting time, they set off for the Quantum building. Nicholas, Edward's personal assistant, greeted them promptly upon their arrival. He led them to the convention hall on the fifth floor. Entering the room, camera flashes immediately bombarded Edward and Chloe. The public had been intrigued by rumors of Edward soon ending his bachelor days. Everyone knew who Edward was. He had been seen dating several famous actresses in England. This time, they were extremely curious and wondered who had won t

“Please tell me you’re calling to say you’ve adopted me into the Wilberg family.” I laughed. “Not quite.” “Darn it.” “I need company.” I said. There was a pause, then a dramatic gasp. “Are you lonely?” She asked. “Maybe.” “Wow. The billionaire mansion is already failing to entertain you.” “Will you come or not?” I said in a threatening voice. “Clare Dawson, I was putting on my shoes before you even finished the sentence.” She chuckled. I smiled. That was Hilda, always dramatic and loyal.

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

, he said. " I look up to you Jay and Pamela", he said especially mentioning the male and female leads name. Everybody clapped and started eating. Cynthia went out. She wanted to call her mother to ask of her daughter since she will be coming home late. She was shocked when someone hugged. "What the....Jay!", She called when she knew he is the one. " What are you doing? Are you not afraid that someone might see you? I don't want to be dragged into a scandal with you ", she told him.

“Well.” “I’m holding out for the quiet one.” “Paul?” “Yeah,” Clare was dreamy-eyed for a second. “He smells so damn good I could lick him.” I barked a laugh, and Clare joined in. She didn’t have to explain. I knew that feeling. It was like someone turned up the heat, and you were melting from the inside out, and that scent, that person was an iceberg you wanted to rub all over to cool off. I was happy for Clare. She never showed interest in finding a mate.