Protecting You Claire Kingsley Novels & Stories

“You must think Darvin Group is your little kingdom. What makes you think you can just come at any time to reap where you didn't sow?” Clarence’s eyes sharpened, ego stitching her fear back together. “Aria,” she hissed, “watch your mouth.” I let out a soft, dangerous laugh. “Or what?” She lifted her chin like she thought she could look down on me. “If you leak this, I’ll use legal means to protect myself.” “Legal means?” I echoed. “Clarence, darling, you and I know you would fail if you ply that route.” Her pulse stuttered. I smelled the fear in her scent.

“You could have stopped it. You could have confronted them. You could have protected your daughter.” Clara laughed. The sound was soft and tired and tasted like blood in her mouth. “Protected her? She did not want protection. She wanted him. She begged for him. She spread her legs for him in my own house while I was downstairs planning charity events. What kind of protection could I have given her against that?”

She had wanted Adrian unsettled, not to set off an inferno. Amelia regarded her for a long moment. “You? Sorry?” she said, a little incredulous. “Claire, you showed up at Vivian’s in the dead of night and terrorized her. You could have gotten yourself arrested. You could have gotten her killed. Why would you do that?” Claire flinched at the bluntness, and the apology she had rehearsed melted on her tongue. “I did it for you,” she began haltingly. “I wanted to protect you, wanted to protect your marriage. I thought if she knew I was serious, if I frightened her that she might back off. I didn’t think…” Her voice trailed; the rest drowned in shame.

Serves him right. "Good morning, everyone." Claire took her seat at the head of the table. "Ms. Clark, what's this about?" Richard Grey asked staring at her. "This is about protecting this company from further damage caused by reckless and unprofessional behavior by the CEO of this company." Claire said and stared directly at Jeff for a few minutes before opening a folder and pulled out a printed article. "I'm sure some of you have seen this morning's business news." She passed the article around the table and watched as each board member read it with growing concern.

said Claire then looked at Alonzo . " Also , sir !..........My job is to beat the rude people who mess with the people I am protecting . I don't beat anyone . Juts those who ask for it . " said Claire with a smile . " Your job ? What do you do ? " said Alonzo . " I am a bodyguard . " said Claire . " .........She used to be one . " said Edward with a smirk . " You know........if you don't talk people won't think you are mute . " said Claire looking at him with a forced smile .

"You can take a long vacation later. But right now, I need you." The assistant exchanged another glance with his wife before nodding. "Yes, Madam." "Good." Claire's expression softened slightly but the softness was reserved for her daughter and not him. "I need you to make sure no one gets near Eleanor. Someone tried to run a DNA test on us. Thankfully, I intercepted it before the results could get out. But I won’t take any more chances. That girl needs to be protected." "I understand, Madam," he assured her. "I'll take care of it."

“If they’re truly involved, Esther, Rochwall…they’ll all notice.” “Or they won’t,” Kylan squinted. “Only the king knows what the glasses are for, probably your…Fergus, too—but if I remember my dream correctly, Claire never mentioned anyone else knowing.” I lifted my brows, surprised. “She sounded really desperate, asking him for help as if everyone had shut her out already,” Kylan added. The corner of my lips tensed as I thought about Mom, Dad, and what lengths they had possibly gone through to keep me safe, only to end up killed in some rogue attack in the end.

“I’m done living like a rogue. I can’t go back, and I won’t survive long without protection. I keep running, but how long is it going to be before others get their hands on me, and how hard is it going to be for me to keep going around? I don’t want to think of such options for myself anymore. And I sure as hell don’t want to keep living on safe grounds to simply avoid getting caught in the middle of trouble.” He stared at me, saying nothing. The rain started then, slow, deliberate drops hitting the earth between us. “After everything you’ve done,” he said finally, his voice low, dangerous, “you come here asking for protection? Is this really your plan, Claire?” “Yes,” I said simply. “Becaus