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She survived, and she had sunk her claws so deep into the Luna position there was no prying them out. "Clara, can this be another time?" I said, already knowing that whatever she had to tell me would exhaust me. But she was determined, holding up a tablet and shoving it in my face. "I know you must be busy doing Alpha stuff, but this is just as important! Look, it's a limited-edition handmade bag from my favorite designer. And the price is surprisingly lower than what most of his bags are worth. If you can get even one of them for me, I'll die happy!"

Rummaging through my options, I felt myself grin excitedly when I found ‘Clara’—an old, but solid black belt with width and girth. She’s been with me since I was a twenty three year old baby Domme, just trying to figure out why I liked inflicting pain. Clara has met quite a few pretty, bratty asses...but I had the feeling she would come to love Sawyer’s the most after it was all said and done. It wasn't my first choice, but she'd have to do. “Oh honey....your pampered knees are getting red.” I scoffed, noticing the bright crimson hue spreading to the backs of them. “Let’s get this over with so you can be a tad more comfortable.” Before Sawyer could respond, I swiftly came down on her peach w

Louis is astonished to see the thing in Klara’s hands because it’s been so many years since he saw a laptop up so close. “Did he allow it?” he asked taking the thing from her and settled on the sofa caressing the hard metal with adoration. He missed playing with keypad. Klara nodded and shook her head, she again nodded but shook her head again. “He said not to cause trouble but we are not messing around right” she said sitting beside Louis making him chuckle and he rubbed her head with a doting look. Klara took the laptop from Louis and typed the password before returning it to him.

Clara sat at the island, swaddled in an oversized hoodie I hoped to the goddess wasn’t Kade’s, the sleeves falling over her delicate hands like she’d shrunk beneath them. A blanket was draped across her lap. She looked pale, bruised, and heartbreakingly fragile. And she looked right at me with big, glistening eyes. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, her voice soft. “Kade said I should eat something.” The kettle whistled in the background, too shrill for how early it was. I walked past them, ignoring the cup Kade had clearly set out for me, and poured my own coffee. “I don’t care if you eat,” I said flatly, not meeting her gaze.

“Thank you, ma.” “But replace this gold texture here,” I pointed, “It clashes with the walnut wood. Go for brushed bronze, it’s warmer and blends better.” She nodded quickly. “Got it. I’ll fix it and re-upload tonight.” I handed the tablet back. “Great. Get to work then.” Clara nodded, hesitated, then said, “Ma… people are talking.” I looked up slowly. “Talking about what?” She hesitated. “About Mr. Leo. About all the deliveries. Some are wondering if…if you guys are a thing or—”

That gave me, at best, five and a half minutes. I kept my pace casual but efficient, folders in my hand enough to look official, enough to stay invisible. No one questioned someone carrying paperwork, especially not someone who wore confidence like a second skin. Clara’s office door was ajar, just like Levy said it would be. I pushed it open with my shoulder, closing it behind me without a sound. Inside, the air was lemon clean and cold, her desk a minimalist’s dream, neatly stacked files, a closed leather bound planner, and… there it was. The black tablet sat docked beside her laptop.

Same book he'd been reading for weeks. Clara sat on a bench near the fountain. Maya sat beside her. "I've been thinking about the book," Clara said. "The one I don't understand?" "The one you keep reading." Clara pulled out her copy. The cover was more worn. The pages were marked with sticky notes. "I think I figured something out." "What?" Clara opened to a marked page. "It's not about understanding. It's about sitting with it. Letting it be unclear." Maya looked at the page. The words blurred. "That's frustrating."

Amara accepted it with quiet anticipation, unwrapping it slowly. Inside was a beautifully crafted sketchbook, along with a set of high-quality pencils and charcoal sticks. Her breath caught. “It’s… perfect,” she whispered. Clara knelt slightly to meet her eyes. “You see the world differently,” she said gently. “I wanted to give you something to capture that.” Amara’s eyes glistened faintly. “Thank you… I’ll use it for everything.” Their shared smile lingered, soft and meaningful. *** Finally, Clara turned to Alex.

Chapter 99: Clara’s Game Clara didn’t panic easily.In fact, she had built her entire reputation on the opposite precision under pressure, clarity in chaos, control when others lost theirs.But as she stood in her office that night, looking out over the city lights, she felt something unfamiliar.A shift subtle, But real. She turned away from the window and walked back to her desk, where a secure tablet lay open. Lines of encrypted data moved quietly across the screen internal communications, monitored signals, behavioral patterns.

KLAUS POV I shifted my glance to Clara, she wasn’t looking at us but the sound from us was making her uncomfortable. “Are you uncomfortable? Will you like us to go outside.” Kai said to her, but to my surprise she refused him and told him she was okay. “Wow!” I said in thought, she really surprised me, with her response, I pull my dick out of the bitch mouth and shove the dick on the other bitch I was fingering. “Ahhh… ohhhh…yessss.” Moans of us filled the room, that was when I saw Clara stand up, I thought she wanted to join us.