Until I Get You Claire Contreras Novels & Stories

Klaire was fast asleep when he got back, but as soon as he touched the bed, she sprung from her sleep, as if she had been faking it, and tackled Casey to the bed. “Casey!” she shouted in his face. “Guess what?!” He took a moment to recover from the shock of her sudden tackle. “What? What happened?” “I got a deal for a movie. A HUGE one!” Klaire beamed and something in his stomach moved. “Really. That’s great.” he smiled.

All because she was fucking the Alpha. The injustice of it burned through me like acid as I sat in my pristine apartment, staring at the company directory on my laptop screen. Claire White, Senior Research Associate, Eclipse Syndrome Clinical Trial Lead. The title mocked me from the glowing display, a constant reminder of how thoroughly she had outmaneuvered me despite my superior breeding, education, and connections. But Claire had made one critical error in her moment of triumph—she had underestimated my determination to see her destroyed.

Daniel I arrived at a secluded resort in Batangas as the sun began to set. Ryker was not present upon our arrival, indicating that he may have been engaged in a meeting. As I pulled over, Russell and Claire stepped out of the car. They sprinted eagerly towards the beach. I gazed upon the scene before me, a serene expanse of water stretching out towards the horizon. A smile graced my lips as I took in the breathtaking view from Russell. I quickly put away my phone and snapped a photo of her.

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.

His icy yet confused glare asked me to explain further. "I will work as the head organizer for the events happening at his clubs." My voice was confident and it surprised me too. His eyes darted back to his plate with a clenched jaw. "I still have to read the detailed job description and sign a contract with him before starting the-" I couldn't finish my sentence and flinched when Adrien banged the table hard with his fist. "You will not work with that man."

And something about him made her heart stumble like a misfired beat every time he got too close. He didn’t even introduce himself properly yet. Just “Dante,” like it explained everything. But it didn’t. And she hated how badly she wanted to know more. Claire was dancing while mopping the floor, earbuds in, twirling like no one was watching. Jullie leaned against the counter, sipping water and trying not to laugh. “She does that every night,” Clarita said, coming in from the hallway, arms full of paperwork. “She’s good,” Jullie said. “Like... TikTok famous good.”

“I—uh—I was just about to meet you when—" “Save it,” Adrian cut him off. “Because of Caelia’s stunts, we now have only ten minutes. Has there been any feedback from Ashleigh’s security?” “None yet, sir,” Mr. Turner replied quickly. Adrian’s frustration simmered. “I’ll handle that when we return to the States. For now, we need LaRosa to sign that contract.” They entered a private room where Mr. LaRosa sat among older businessmen, the air thick with cigar smoke and the scent of whiskey. LaRosa's face lit up when he saw Adrian.

I had been sleeping so deeply that I hadn’t realized when he walked in. “Thane?” I called out. "Riley,” he answered, still not looking at me. After what felt like forever, he walked towards me, sitting on the bed. “Can you remember the contract you signed?” he asked. I gave him a puzzled look before nodding. “There was a statement: ‘...The contractor will not hesitate to let the contractee know when she needs her sexual desires fulfilled.’ Do you remember that?” I nodded. “Yes”. How could I forget?

Tell me dear sis,’ Claire said mockingly. ‘She is actually here to see me and if you are insinuating that I sleep with people's wives before given their husbands contracts, I think I might need to call my lawyers Miss Martins,’ Midas said from behind me. One million butterflies found their way into my stomach at the sound of his voice. ‘Mr St Clair?’ Claire's voice was shaky as she said the words. ‘Yes. It's me. I think I demand an apology for your rude remark,' Midas said with his face contorted in anger.

"Monday. First day of work. He's in LA right now. Doesn't come back until Sunday." "He's not even in New York?" "No. He doesn't waste time on people who might not work out." She slides a pen across the table. "Sign page twelve. Initial every other page." I pick up the pen. This is insane. I'm signing a contract for half a million dollars to work for someone I've never even met. Someone who from everything I've heard is cruel and controlling and destroys people for fun. I should walk away. Instead I sign. Claire takes the contract. Scans it. Sends it somewhere.