Until I Get You Claire Contreras Novels & Stories

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.

The prescription would cost at least forty. Got it. How was the calc test? Aced it! MIT here I come! Claire smiled despite her exhaustion. Clara was going to MIT. No matter what it took. That night, lying in the bed she shared with Clara, Claire pulled out Damian Cole's business card. She'd looked him up during break. Thirty-two. Self-made billionaire. Photos showed him at galas with beautiful women, always perfect, always untouchable. And she'd dumped coffee on him. Clara peered over her shoulder. "Who's that?"

She used to be just a maid and an illegitimate child. Clark was right—they could always count on Claire. She knew exactly what she was doing. --- “Are you sure you want to go in there alone?” Zekiel asked Claire worriedly as they approached the holding area for the remaining traitors. “My love, how many times are you going to ask? I’m sure. Just watch me.” Claire smirked, making Zekiel sigh and let her go. They had an early flight to Spain the next day to help Clark search for Clarence, but first, they needed answers from the prisoner—who still refused to talk.

Was this a good sign? She walked up to them and introduced herself. “Hello Mr. Sanchez, I’m Claire and I’ve been expecting you.” She said as she glanced at Lola and turned to face Noah with a smile on her face. “Hello.” Noah returned curtly. Claire felt embarrassed at his short greeting but held it in as she looked at Lola. “Can you ask your secretary to excuse us?.” Noah frowned as he looked at Claire. “My secretary? I see no secretary here, Miss Claire. You are mistaken.”

"Are you sure you’re on the right side?" Claire’s breath hitched. Her hands tightened around the paper. There was no signature. No sender. But she didn’t need one. She already knew who had sent it. Ava. And next to the note? A second piece of paper. An old contract. Claire’s blood ran cold. Because at the top, printed in bold, sharp letters— A legally binding contract between Adrian Blackwood and Liam Carter. For Claire Donovan. Her pulse roared. She skimmed the words, her heart racing.

“Has Pages by Claire reached out?” “I don’t know if this exactly qualifies as reaching out since…” “George!” “Okay! Okay!” He laughed. “Have you always been this feisty?” “I’ve never been one with a lot of patience. So, what is it?” “You need to go online right now. The internet has gone crazy with their recent post on I*******m. Claire has officially announced you as their main model for one contractual year, telling the world that they can’t wait to have you on board.”

Claire nodded and turned to face me. “What are you going to do? When are you going to leave? I also heard there will be an event, but it seems to be a trap.” I sighed as I returned her gaze. “The Madrid Enterprise?” Claire gave a nod. “It appears she is about to appear in front of everyone and introduce herself because her clone had already died.” It made me wonder if I would still take part in the event… If I interrupt my cousins’ plans, it will take me a long time to leave.

“Baby… you underestimate how shameless some women can be.” She reached for her phone and tapped the screen a few times. “Someone sent me something. I wasn’t even sure if I should show you.” Damien looked at the phone, then back at her. His chest felt tight. His head swam. “Show me.” Clara turned the screen toward him. It was a video. Blurry. Dark. Loud music in the background. A woman on a dance floor, laughing, moving. The lighting made it hard to see her face clearly, but the angle, the hair, the body shape—Clara had chosen it carefully.

Claire whispers as tears well up in her eyes. My heart melts. "I won't, baby," I promise, hugging her tight. Roman's gaze meets mine, understanding. As we exit the hospital to fresh air, and freedom Claire looks up at Roman. " Papa, can we get ice cream?" Claire asks excited. Roman smiles. "Of course, kiddo," Roman replies. Claire squeals, delighted. My heart aches for normalcy, for happines but our contract looms, a reminde of complications ahead.

CLAIRE The hallway was quiet, with only the soft echo of my heels tapping the polished floor as I stepped out of Mr. Julius's office. I was exhausted-mentally and emotionally drained-but I still had one last file to drop off at the legal department before heading home. As I walked toward the elevator, my phone buzzed in my hand. I picked it up quickly, praying it wasn't another fire to put out. "Hello?" I answered. "Claire, it's done. Williams and Donald have just been released. Bail came through and they are free," the voice said, a little breathless. It was one of Donald's allies- I recognized the voice instantly.