Flirting With Forever Claire Kingsley Novels & Stories

An unnatural red, yet she made it look so tame. Losing interest quickly, I looked over to Claire. She was frowning at some part of the club. "Penny for your thoughts?" I asked, but almost regretted it instantly. Her frown turned to a scowl quickly. "How can they all drink themselves into such stupors, don't they have dignity?" She asked and slipped her eyes towards Emory. The love there lingered a little too long. We had noticed it a while ago. Claire took to Emory more warmly than the rest of us. Her gaze often lingered on the back of Emory's head.

The silence stretched for a long moment. Cassian stood behind his desk, his hands braced against the polished wood. Clara stood on the other side, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. "Clara—" "Your girlfriend is very beautiful, Mr. Kingsley. You must be very proud." "She's not my girlfriend." "Your friend, then. Your childhood sweetheart. Your first love. Whatever label you prefer." Clara's voice was calm, but there was a tremor beneath it. "She seems very comfortable here. Very comfortable with you."

I say. Claire practically floats through the door, a huge grin on her face as she sets down a folder. "Welcome back, Mrs. Kingsley! Oh my gosh, I've been dying to ask—" she presses both hands to her cheeks like she's trying to contain herself "—how was the honeymoon? You were literally gone two whole weeks, it must have been so romantic—" "The files, Claire." My voice comes out flatter than I intend. The happiness radiating from her is ripping into me and reminding me how my honeymoon turned out to be one from hell.

She hugged me and told me to go home safely. I stepped out of the house and noticed Luke's driver waiting for me outside the car. He held the back door open for me. I walked up to Luke's car, but something caught my attention, and I paused. Something pierced my heart as I looked to the left. Ian was kissing that white bikini girl. She had changed into a sexy dress. They were leaning against Ian's car. I was staring at him. He did not take time to change girls. He was kissing me a while back and was now kiss another girl.

In fact if it wasn’t for the redness that assaulted their cheeks, Kylie wouldn’t have thought that they were drank. “Truly looking like a set of piglets,” Clara mocked their flushed faces. With a laughter that was as melodious as the singing choirs of heaven, Clara Kingsman walked over to her husband and sat on his laps. She did it so naturally that it didn’t seem out of place. Jack kissed his teeth in annoyance seeing the two being so intimate in front of him, but he didn’t do anything else in a form of protest. It seemed that this happened all the time here.

Like moths drawn to a flame. One in a red sequined dress slithered close. "Alpha Theo," she purred. "I didn’t know you were back in these parts." Claire's hand tightened around her clutch. I smiled politely. "Just here for Bob's engagement." "Of course," she said, dragging her eyes down my body. "If you ever feel like celebrating privately..." "He's not interested," Claire cut in, her tone sweet but firm. The she-wolf blinked at her. "And you are?"

She titled her head, "It's funny how 'women' like you love to tear each other down. I guess some people only understand what it's to mind their own business when someone reminds them of it by humiliating them publicly. You forgot what happened at the party last time, didn't you, Tiffany? " "Oh, that tongue. You know, you’ve got a sharp one for someone who’s basically a plus-one at every event." Tiffany smirked. "Relax, Claire. The girls are just curious. We only want to know what's your thing? Is it charity? Yoga? Or Hunter and Tyler? Or something else?" "Yes, Claire, please tell us. Unless you're warming Hunter's bed full time, you must tell us." "Or are you exclusively available to Tyler t

Claire pointed out. Reimir laughed soflty and leaned close to her, “Yes, yes. Just being you can’t help myself from liking you,” her whisper in her ears. Claire’s heart skipped a beat when Reimer suddenly did that, yet she manages to compose herself and scoffed. “You’re flirting won’t affect me, your highness.” “Is that so? Does this mean that you are expert on this field?” Reimir teased Claire. “Huh! who knows second prince. I’m just a lady with a beauty who encounters almost every man with different type of approach,” Claire said proudly.

While she was saying that and scooping the food, I felt my skin prickle. Literally, my toes curl as if something is clawing them sexily. I almost moan. I dip my eyes lover and see Vera’s toes inching up and down on my legs. I peer up at her and she bit lewdly on her lips, winking at me. “And here’s the King’s portion.” Claire excitedly pushes the plate to me before hurrying back to her seat… By now, Vera’s leg is running up my thighs…just a few inches from my cock.

I admit. “I’m sure he likes that.” “I do,” Tyler comments. “Alright. Now listen here Tyler, if you hurt my girl again, you are in big trouble. Do you understand me?” “Yes, Ma’am.” Tyler shudders slightly and I giggle. “Okay. I need to go now. I’m meeting up with Sylvia to play Mahjong and can’t be late,” Claire said before hanging up. “Who is Sylvia?” Tyler asks. “One of her friends,” I answer. I lean forward and set my phone on the bedside table before settling back into Tyler’s lap. I lay my head against his shoulder and yawn.