Until I Get You Claire Contreras Novels & Stories

CASSANDRA ROWEN – RETRIEVAL INITIATED Claire’s hand shook. She grabbed her phone. “Ethan. Jason. Get to her now. Whitlock’s not finished. He’s coming.”

But I just couldn't help it, I just couldn’t over the little similarities between us, I had to clarify this and put it to rest before moving on to another caller. “My name is Claire, I'm eighteen years old, Mister Miguel, and I lived with my mom and my big sister Victoria. Our dad is Austin Kendall and he has a new wife and a third daughter. Is that all you wish to know about me?” she asked me, smiling so beautifully. I felt my eyes tearing up once more and I had to blink suddenly before my tears spilled down my cheeks.

“I even know about your…exceptional ability.” Iris was stunned. Her feet went cold as her mind turned to haywire of thinking how Claire found out about that detail. She calmed herself down, not letting any expression of surprise show on her face. “Congratulations, but that’s one easy detail everyone who has the interest to know me can observe.” “Is that so?” Claire replied, amused. “Do you want me to prove?” “Go on,” Iris challenged. Claire reached for her phone at her pocket, she dialed a number and took her gaze back to Iris as she put her phone on her ears.

Hi Anibe: hey Loretta : your brother? Me: yeah Loretta : wow. He's so good looking Claire: I love the earring. It's sparkling Anibe: thanks He was smiling his sexy smile. I frowned when Claire spoke about the earring. He's gonna tell me that he was right about it Anibe: so what's your name? Claire: Claire Anibe: and you? Loretta : I'm Loretta Anibe: you girls have pretty names. Just like your faces

A contract it is—I can accommodate that request. “Of course, I’ve already prepared a contract. I have no intention of crossing boundaries with you, Miss De Niro,” I reply, a sly grin creeping onto my face. I summon Claire to bring in the contract, the excitement bubbling beneath the surface. Finally, I will have her firmly within my grasp.

Her phone buzzed. Her heart stopped. An unknown number. Her hands shook as she answered. “Hello?” Silence. Then, a slow, distorted chuckle. Claire’s breath hitched. “You’re going to want to see this,” the voice said smoothly. A message popped up on her phone. Claire’s blood turned to ice as she clicked on it. It was a picture. Brian. Tied to a chair, blindfolded. His tiny hands bound together. Her scream ripped through the apartment.

She had brought in muscle. Now, I was going to remove it. The door opened. Claire walked in. She wasn't wearing her CEO armor today. She was in leggings and an oversized sweater, looking pale and anxious. She walked straight to my desk. "Did Ilynos get the order?" she asked. "He's en route," I said, reaching out to take her hand. Her fingers were ice cold. "Owen Sinclair will be in custody within the hour. Darla is safe, Claire. You can breathe."

" I turned, picked up the urn, and shoved it into his arms. "Claire is dead. The traffickers tortured her to death!"

*** The next morning, pounding on my front door jolted me awake. When I opened it, Rachel and Jude were standing outside. Jude was handsome. Standing side by side, they looked like the perfect couple. I'd thought I could face Rachel without feeling anything. But the second I saw her, my chest still tightened. Before she could speak, I beat her to it. "Are you here to pay me back?"

Claire pulled back, and shook her head vehemently. “I will not be tricked by you. Not now, at least. No matter how hot you are.” Claire said, and John scoffed, winking at her. He reached for another wing, and devoured it while Claire watched, salivating. “Shower quickly.” She said. **** "What did I miss?" Claire asked the second they reappeared. "Magdalena has formally admitted that her preference for short, bald men is a fetish," Nikita reported. “No way!” Claire gasped in disbelief.