Flirting With Forever Claire Kingsley Novels & Stories

Claire said, staring daggers at Gloria. “Ye, yes, mam. It’s the proposal for the campaign for Miss. Kingsley. We are having difficulty locking in a date for her interview.” “What else can go wrong? First, my good-for-nothing husband lies his ass off, and now he’s having an affair with two women, and I don’t know what he’s doing with my sister! Now the painstaking time we acquired to conduct this whore’s interview is causing problems?” Claire blew up on Gloria.

Then she looked at Sarah and laughed. "You whore, now you're selling yourself out to other men," Claire sneered. "No wonder you're here, claiming rights." Claire's expression shifted, and she tried to flirt with me. "Leave her, she's worthless," Claire cooed, batting her eyelashes. "I'm Claire," she introduced herself, stretching out her manicured hand. "And you are?" Claire asked, her voice dripping with seduction. "Sarah's fiancé," I replied firmly. Claire's face fell, stunned.

Claire took a bottle of whiskey with two shot glasses before they took a seat on the barstool. There was a comfortable silence as they both sipper on their drinks, not until Darrell broke the silence. “So, tell me more about yourself Claire. Our king seems to be smitten with you.” His tone held no malice as he smiled down at her. Claire's cheeks flushed in embarrassment at his words. Though she admits, Damien had his moments but that didn't stop her from falling for him the more she stayed with him. She was falling hard and fast and it scared her.

Smiling, he gently grabs my ankle and lifts it so that his lips and teeth can start to love across my skin, kissing and nipping every inch so that tingles of delight rush through me. “Do you forgive me?” Gregory asks, stopping his actions at my knee. “I…” I begin, but stop as he begins his attack again until he reaches the edge of the shorts I'm wearing. “These are in the way.” He murmurs, grabbing them and pulling so they fall to my feet, and I'm left sitting in my shirt and panties. “I thought you were coming over for a movie night.” I giggle as he begins to kiss my thigh. “We will still watch the movie,” he responds, beginning to pull at my panties. “But before that, I want to ravish my q

Her long dark hair bounced with her hips, and her deep gray eyes kept triggering something in my head. “My God. You've found one,” Claire chittered, but it wasn't about this lady's beauty. I'd seen that face somewhere. A blurred face kept popping up in my head. She smiled, and laughed as she went on to sit on a man's lap. I just needed her to stop smiling, pull on a straight face. “You're really taken by her! I see you like Celia. Take your seat, my lonely King. From today on, be lonely no more! I'll bring you Celia.” Claire said, leading me back to my seat. I waited, tapping my finger on the bar table.

he teased again. Claire snorted and hit the man's arm in annoyance. "Shut up!" She ordered. But instead of shutting up, Antony laughed even harder. The man nudged Claire's shoulder with his elbow lightly and then whispered. "I'm a kissing expert, do you want to try it?" He challenged. "Sir!" Claire shrieked loudly. Antony laughed again. "It's very different when flirting with a virgin. Just like that, your face is already as red as a tomato. Especially when it comes to the night..."

“Claire. You’re glowing.” “I’m not glowing.” she argued. “You are. You’re literally sparkling. Your cheeks are red and your lips are too glossy, and you’re even humming.” My eyes narrowed. “You never hum. The last time you hummed was when you got promoted.” “That was humming?” she mumbled defensively. “It sounded like a dying pigeon, but yes.” She gasped dramatically, offended. “Riley!” I chuckled. “Just tell me who he is.” Claire turned away so fast I nearly got whiplashed. “No one, okay. I just… have plans.”

Kingsley breathed, his gaze falling to Lorenzo’s lips, fingers moving to the back of his neck, fiddling with his hair. “I want to get you upstairs. Want you in my bed. By my side and…” Lorenzo inched forward, placing a hand on Kingsley’s cheek. “And hold onto you forever.” “Forever?” “Forever,” Lorenzo affirmed. “Sure you won’t grow tired of me? That’s a damn long time,” Kingsley remarked. “Still too short,” Lorenzo said, his thumb brushing Kingsley’s cheek, their lips barely apart. “Enzo, I… I have to tell you something.” Fear crept into Kingsley’s voice for the first time.

Just music, a drink, and the chance to momentarily forget about the corporate world that I have to dive into again tomorrow. Claire leans into me, her blonde waves brushing against my shoulder as she nudges me with her elbow. “Cami, maroon shirt, two o'clock. He's staring at you.” I roll my eyes but can’t help the slight lift of my lips. Claire has this awful habit of playing matchmaker whenever we go out. Still, I glance over my shoulder, keeping it casual. And, well—hello, tall, dark, and fine. The guy oozes confidence, one corner of his mouth tilting into a smirk as he raises his glass in a silent toast. Then… he winks.

Claire gritted her teeth at his words. "Kevin, I am carrying your child. You better start worrying about me and the baby I am carrying. Stop thinking about Ida" she snapped angrily. Claire met Ida in one of the foster homes where they resided together. Ida is smart, beautiful, kind, and an honest person. Everyone always liked Ida better than they liked Claire. Ida overshadowed Claire everywhere. Ida's scores were better and she got a better job than Claire and even Kevin Hamilton fell for Ida. But Claire decided that it was enough and wanted to snatch Kevin for herself. Kevin belongs to the famous and rich Hamilton family. The Hamilton's are influential and everyone knows who they are. Clair