Flirting With Forever Claire Kingsley Novels & Stories

Chapter 28: Unmasking Shadows The morning sunlight streamed through Olivia’s window, but the warmth did little to soothe the cold pit in her stomach. News outlets were relentless. Every detail of her life was now a spectacle, and she felt like a caged animal in a zoo. Her phone rang, the caller ID flashing Claire’s name again. “Claire,” Olivia answered, her voice tense. “We’ve got a problem,” Claire said without preamble. “The tabloids are running with a new angle. They’re claiming your relationship with Ethan is a publicity stunt.”

"If by favor you mean to blackmail me, cause me to wager my future on a game of chess, deceive me about his skill at the game, and seduce me into bed with bloody good kisses, then yes, I'm a favorite of his." Claire was biting her lip to keep from laughing. "What?" Rosalind snapped. "Bloody good kisses? Oh dear, Your Ladyship, we mustn't let that happen again." Amusement honeyed Claire's sarcastic tone. "It's not funny!" "Of course it is, Your Ladyship. He sounds like quite a man, and you're fighting the fact that you like him." Claire giggled. "I do not!" Rosalind started to laugh, despite her best attempts not to. She was fighting the fact that Claire was right.

Kay tapped her red bottom heels on the floor impatiently as we waited in front of the gym, for Jake to appear. We've been here for about thirty minutes and no sign of him. She stared into the gym house at some of the guys working out by the corner and I catch her bottom lip between her teeth before she licked her lips. "Well, if someone saw you now, they'd think you didn't have a man in your life," I tell her and she cackles, flinging her blonde hair over her shoulder.

Chapter 6: Claimed Forever Clara’s body was still pressed against mine, our skin sticky with sweat. My heart hammered as she looked at me with those dark, possessive eyes. “I’m not done with you yet, Rose,” she whispered, voice thick with need. “I want to fuck you until you forget your own name.” “Yes,” I breathed, pulling her into a hungry kiss. Our tongues tangled, and she bit my lip hard enough to make me moan. “Please, Clara. Take me completely.”

“But trust me, you’re going to spill everything later. In detail.” ‎ ‎Claire looked away, cheeks flushed and heart pounding. Cleo chuckled softly, watching her flustered friend with amusement, though a question lingered in her own mind, who had kissed Claire like that? And bitten her? The mark had clearly been left with intention. ‎ ‎Cleo shook her head with a smirk, amused by the thought of Claire trying to keep it a secret. There was no way she’d get away with it for long. ‎ ‎“Well, I’m heading out,” Cleo announced as she grabbed her bag from the counter. She paused by the door and glanced back, mischief glinting in her eyes. “You should go spend some time with Mr. Kisser.”

I had known for some time that Nicholas had been seeing Ashley behind my back, but I never imagined he would bring her into our marital home, which I had designed. … A month ago, my best friend Lily sent me a photo of Nicholas flying a kite with another woman. At the time, I had just found out I was two months pregnant, and the breakfast he made for me before going to work in the morning was still sitting on the table. I remembered brushing off the image, defending him immediately, thinking it was probably just a work thing or maybe he was with a client. Perhaps he had simply run into some girl who couldn't get her kite in the air.

She dragged the question out as if she were oblivious, though the glint in her eyes betrayed her. Claire scoffed softly, folding her arms while keeping her eyes on Vivian. “Don’t play coy with me. Yesterday was a blast.” “Really?” Vivian leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm, curiosity feigned but sharp beneath the surface. The waiter finally approached, pad in hand. Claire placed her order effortlessly, asking for two drinks and an evening meal, her tone one of practiced elegance. Only when he left did she return to her little revelation. “Yes,” Claire continued smoothly, “you did exactly what I wanted. You held Adrian when Amelia needed him most. Now we will see who the real woman i

the King sighed in resignation at his son’s words, having no choice but to relent. “Fine! But be careful. I’ll be in trouble with your husband, Zekiel. Who knew he’s that famous businessman—the wealthiest in the world? Hah! My daughter really bagged a rich one!” Claire flushed red in embarrassment. “Papa, stop! That’s so embarrassing!” “Let them hear it! Maybe it’ll push your brother to finally introduce a girlfriend. Look at him—so old and still single!” “Papa, not this again! I’ll introduce her when the time’s right,” Clark grumbled, making both Claire and the King laugh.

When a handsome man and a beautiful woman were together, they often attracted extra attention. From the shadows, Clara stared at Chloe resentfully. "Why does the illegitimate daughter get to sit at a table while I can’t?" she cursed under her breath. Clara had served the royal family for more than ten years, and even compared to Xavia, she was even more jealous of Chloe's seemingly effortless success. "Wow, she's gorgeous. And I think she isn’t even wearing makeup. I haven't seen someone like her in a while," Chad Wilson commented as his lewd gaze lingered on Chloe. He nudged Clara and asked, "Who’s that?"

Margaret blinked. "And then?" Claire's smile widened. "I'll make Alexander fall for me." Margaret stared at her daughter. "Emily is his wife." Claire shrugged. "Men change." "If Victoria could lose him..." "So can Emily." Margaret began laughing. "My clever girl." Claire folded her arms. "Once Alexander leaves Emily..." "She'll lose everything." "And when that happens..." "I'll become Mrs. Blackwood." Neither woman noticed... That someone was standing outside the slightly opened kitchen window.