Dr Bethany Clary Novels & Stories

One of the footnotes stops her. Clara comes home for Christmas in the year she is twenty-eight with three things: a draft of her doctoral thesis introduction that her supervisor called the clearest theoretical opening she has read in the field; a question she has been thinking about since October; and the quality of someone who has been living with an argument long enough to see where the argument wants to go next.

But it doesn’t matter, a girl who grew up in the countryside can’t make any big moves. As long as he stopped her living expenses, she will come back to him again. At last, she still needs to collect funds for him. Betthany kept patting her father’s chest. She looked at the door where Clara left with an evil eye. In fact, the idea that Clara went to sleep with investors for funds came from Betthany. She just simply raised an idea, never thought that dad really took action on it. That played right into her plan. She hated Clara. Because the face of the woman was just as excellent as her dead mother.

Shit yeh, this will be awesome. “Finally, I thought I was going to have to come and find you” a feminine voice came from the bathroom, followed by a small woman carrying a hose thing. She plugged the hose into the chairs bath and turned the tap on. “Hey hon, I’m Clary. I’m going to give you a pedicure and full foot treatment” she smiled and stood with her hands on her hips. She was just a tad taller than me with dark brown skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair sat in gorgeous nappy curls in an afro style, giving me a bout of major hair envy. She is beyond gorgeous.

Maybe she expected me to come crying, I was just confused at this point. “Can I see her profile?” I murmured out “Sure” Shaun responded and immediately swiped on his phone. “Dr Clara, a highly respected surgeon who has never had a failed surgery. A woman of zeal with a flawless record. Beyond the operating room, Clara is a business woman with a lot of landed property to her name. Despite her success, Clara's heart and compassion towards children remained strong. She owns and run an orphanage home where she provide shelter, love and education to abandoned children”

Am going to act like i don't have a clue of their plans, when we leave this building am going to run away. But i need a weapon. "Hi my name is Bethany you can call me beth ."I said trying to flirt with a guard. "Well you have a nice name and a really sexy body."He said looking at me lustfully. "Do you want to ..."I whispered in his eyes. I saw a small knife in his pocket ,it would be easy for me to use. "Let's go to my room ,nodody come there."He said holding my hands. "Ok ."I said following him ,I could see the bulge in his pants.

*Yes. Claire Bennett had been in my senior seminar last fall, Contemporary Literature and the Ethics of Desire. She sat in the third row, always. Dark curly hair she twisted up with pencils, sharp green eyes that called bullshit when I tried to sound smarter than I was, and a way of arguing that made the whole class lean forward. She was brilliant. Mouthy. Twenty-two. And completely off-limits until yesterday.

Clayton reasoned. He had hated that she had told us that our relationship would not work, and we should divorce, and soon after he stopped us from going to her sessions and said he would look for a new therapist. Four days later, Clayton’s suspicion was finally proven true. “Good day Mimi Dawson, up with more celebrity news, and guess what, the Becketts are back on my roster, and it looks like they are going through some tough time after Kaleah Beckett’s pregnancy from her assault and refuse to get rid of it. It seems Clayton is finally fed up with this woman and after they failed therapy, Mr. Beckett is soon to be back on the market.” She giggles before winking at the camera.

Clara replied with a sense of relief. Clara is in her mid-thirties, with blonde hair that falls just past her shoulders. She is rather short compared to the other ladies, standing at about 5' 5". Her most noticeable features are her large breasts and exquisite bubble-butt ass. She has been divorced for about three years and is loving her newly found independence. Clara has been bi most of her sexual life, which was one of the areas of tension in her marriage. As she returned from freeing 'the girls' from their prison, she stood in front of Dakota, jumping up and down, allowing her large breasts to bounce and sway in her thin t-shirt.

Daphne’s personal nightmare, clad in a short skirt and even shorter crop top, waltzes in without a care in the world. “Mr. Chekhov? I’m Brittany Cleary of Cleary Consulting.” She smiles brightly and shifts her weight in her sky-high heels to pop out a curvy hip. “We’re going to be working very closely together.”