Flirting With Forever Claire Kingsley Novels & Stories

he flirted with her. Claire rolled her eyes at his suggestive comments. "No mister. We are partying untill midnight and you are not going to get lucky untill then" she said cheekily. "Damn guys, keep your flirting under control will you. I am still single here" Aria pointed out with a playful huff. Claire looked at her with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh no. That look in your eyes is not good" Aria complained, expecting one of Claire's famous ideas, which landed them in trouble so many times.

The thought that it was true, it was making me freak out and I just wanted to be with her for every single second for the rest of my life. But I am still a criminal. One day I will be punished. That shit kills me every time I think of being happy forever. I shrugged it and got away. I smiled brightly at her. “I am so happy” I whispered. “You’ll be a mom” She smiled more. “Oh Keith, I can’t believe…” I just smiled at her. “Do you wanna go for a check up?” “Yeah” I nodded. “Okay, we are going right now” She giggled. “Yes”

"Hey, do you remember the bet we had? About how long it would take Yuri to win over the dance queen? I think we said a week, right?" "Man, so many he-wolves were after Ophelia. She's gorgeous, a great dancer, and has an amazing body. But she didn't look at anyone. Yet, the moment Yuri made a move, he got her in a week!" Listening to their drunken teasing, I clenched my wine glass tightly. Five seconds later, Yuri let out a soft chuckle. His voice was low, but still clear. "Not even a week. It only took five days." Suddenly, my whole body lost its strength.

SANDY: The three women leaned in closely to the Lycan King, which I did not like at all…They looked like they were clearly flirting at him, laughing at something he said even if it was not funny at all. What made them feel confident was that the king was smiling at that unmated woman while she playfully slapped the Lycan King’s shoulder. Like Honora was doing to Beta Arthur. Since when did he start smiling like an idiot? He would always glare at me, get mad, or scowl at me so why was he not doing it?

Even now, he still wanted to go through with the wedding, but I was too tired to hold out any longer. When I said nothing, Andrew took my silence as agreement. After all, I'd never said no to anything he asked for in our relationship. "Alright. Don't be upset. Shall we go on a date tonight?" he asked, reaching for my hand. We once promised that no matter how badly we fought, we'd always go on our dates with a smile. "Sure," I said. I hoped this relationship could at least end on a beautiful note. But Selena appeared again and cut in. "Andrew, help me. The old man in bed 8 keeps staring at me like a creep. Could you come and do his check-up for me instead?"

And it did. It cost me my confidence. My spark. My softness. And eventually, it cost me my dignity. Because one night, after weeks of feeling invisible and unwanted, I did the one thing I swore I’d never do. I kissed someone else. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t some cold, calculated revenge. It was weakness. Pain. A desperate moment of validation. A friend of a friend who looked at me the way he used to. Who made me feel seen — even if just for five minutes.

Sometimes he’d caress my thigh, sometimes he’d kiss the back of my hand, other times he’d lean in, whispering something ridiculous just to see me blush. And I did. A lot. Then it happened. “So… when’s the wedding?” Clara suddenly asked, eyes gleaming with hope. I nearly choked on my wine. My cheeks flared, and I opened my mouth to respond, but Kai beat me to it. “Soon,” he said firmly, his fingers lacing with mine. “I’m not letting this one go.” Chloe gasped dramatically. “Finally! The heartless Kai Reyes is whipped!” Kai glared at her playfully. “Chloe.”

Without finishing her sentence, she kisses him, rubbing her breasts against his chest, moaning into his lips as she rubs her clitoris along the length of his member, and they both continue kissing and moaning. “Zayn...” “Habib...” He holds her by the hips, helping her to continue until they can’t wait any longer, and he makes her sit on his rigid and pulsating member. “Ah, habib...” Then she starts a dance as old as time itself, minutes later, they both feel the climax that makes their bodies tremble and moan unabashedly, they become exhausted and embrace each other for several minutes. Once they returned to the room, she tried calling her father’s phone and home, sighed in disappointment, t

“Or maybe he just wanted to give you a graceful way to hand it to someone who actually wants it.” “That's not what this is,” I say. But I don't actually know that. That's the terrible part. “Thirty days,” Vera says, standing, smoothing her skirt. “I'll start clearing my calendar for the transition. No hard feelings, Sera.” There are hard feelings. There have always been hard feelings. I don't say so. I just watch her go, heels clicking against the hardwood, and think, distantly, that I have never wanted to win something as badly as I want to win this.

One of his hands reached up to grip Jessica’s hip tighter, holding her down on his cock as Claire continued kissing her senseless. Claire broke the kiss only to bite Jessica’s lower lip gently, then whispered against her mouth, “Good girl. You taste even sweeter when you’re full of his cock.” She dove back in for another kiss, hands never leaving Jessica’s breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples while Charlie’s thrusts grew harder, and more erratic, as he watched the filthy scene unfolding above him. Claire, his polished, venomous ex-wife...was on her knees making out with his secretary...Fuck