Jim And Claire Novels & Stories

Very soon, the pair of best friends, Claire and Loreen, had made a pact to live together in the villa at Thompson First in the future. Both the women were very happy at this time, but Charlie was a little depressed. Claire was indeed a very innocent person. She did not even realize that Loreen had always been trying to get closer to her husband! Claire even invited Loreen to move into their villa to live with them. His silly wife! She was inviting and leading a wolf directly into their room!

With a loud bang, Clifford slammed his fork onto the table. "Professor Horne, Clarissa is my wife. No matter what she's like, it's not your place to comment. Mind your own business. If Kara ever finds out about those women you keep outside, even one slip could send you straight into ruin." Jim smiled with complete confidence. He was certain that would never happen. His women were all utterly devoted to him. None of them would push him into disaster. "The women around me are loyal to the bone. What you worry about will not happen."

Claire tied him up and dragged him to one of the rooms, careful to not arouse suspicion from Jim’s men. Jim’s phone began to vibrate. Unable to hold it in, he brought it out of his suit pocket. Since Justice had not returned, he assumed he was busy with some business matters and was not disturbed. Cleo pretended she wanted to tell him something, and pushed the phone, it fell and the glass broke.

"Good morning, my name is Clara. Do you have an appointment?" "Hi Clara," Mum said. "Yes, our appointment is under the name of Clarke, Jim Clarke. First Girl." "Oh lovely," She gushed. "A First Girl is so exciting. And this is Jim?" "Hi." Jim managed. "Hello Jim. How about I get you to wait right here with me while your Mum gets your paperwork sorted?" "Ok." Mum started talking with another girl at the desk, while Clara led Jim over to a kidney-shaped couch off to the side.

Claire grabbed a quick shower and settled in her nook to read for a bit before bed. Glancing at her phone, she hadn’t heard from Mal for a few hours. She sent him a quick text asking if he was still all right with having a FaceTime call later. No reply. A few hours later, Claire fell asleep, phone in her hand. Still no answer. ********************************************************************************************************* “We are leaving!!! With or without you, Steph!!!” Jack yelled from the driveway. Claire leaned against the tailgate of the Jeep with Sean and Marian. Brad and Steph were still inside, doing Goddess only knows, making them ‘late’ by Jack’s standards.

“So, how long have you both been together?” “We’re not together. We’re just friends and colleagues,” Stephen said with a smile, his tone even. Claire pressed her lips together, her gaze drifting between the two men. She frowned. “Why aren’t they leaving?” I swallowed hard. Here goes nothing. My voice trembled. “Well, you see... I was in a bad state, and... I married James last night.” Her eyes widened, and she momentarily lost her breath. Claire blinked, then pointed at James with a sharp finger of disbelief. "You married him?" she asked, her voice edged with disbelief, though there was a hint of wariness beneath it.

As they spoke, I thought about my weekend with Claire and I. We ended up in NYC clubbing all weekend long. I had so much fun with my best friend and I missed her so much. Claire lives in Los Angeles now that she has graduated and is running her uncle's restaurant. When I did bother to pay attention to their conversation, I heard two very interesting things. One that Keisha and Jared had a itching powder prank played on them by his frat brothers, but none of them were owning up to it, yet. Secondly, they threatened to put me out of my parents' home and ban me from seeing my father, Donald Harris, and caring for him if I didn't agree to convince Jared's family that Keisha was a good person and

I said bluntly. "Journey?" Miles raised his eyebrow, unconvinced. "What I see is two youngers in love running from home. What did you do?" He demanded, stepping closer to us. "Oh, stop it, Miles. Leave the love birds alone." Claire chuckled, "And bring those kids tea and donuts and a blueberry muffin for me." She scolded him and ordered at the same time. I expected the scary Miles to argue with Claire, but he only shook his head and walked to the counter to order our food.

Jack looked over at Claire as she grinned, indicating she was lying. "You just said that so we can be alone." To keep him safe, but yes, let him believe that. Claire nodded. "Today, the guys are getting together at the beach." "We should go. Would you mind dropping me off at home to freshen up?" "Not at all." They headed out; Claire noticed the two black Mercedes were cruising down the road. “Jack, look, those are the same two cars." Jack looked and noticed the men in black suits wearing glasses; they came cruizing past Jack and Claire, looking in their direction. Jack and Claire had one arm to the back, tightening their grip on the gun.