Until I Get You Claire Contreras Vk の小説・ストーリー

“Yes. There’s… someone I saw that night, someone who spoke to me briefly who claims she knows me from when we were kids. I want to get in touch with her.” “Oh, of course. I have the digital files saved on my tablet. I’ll send them to you now.” “Thank you,” I said sincerely, relieved she hadn’t questioned me further. “I’ll go through them as soon as I get them.” Clara pulled her phone from her pocket and tapped on the screen for a few moments. A few seconds later, my phone buzzed in my hand with a notification. “There you go,” she said. “All the photos and videos from the party. If there’s anything else you need, just let me know.”

I compare the thoughts and I find myself loving the idea of being vulnerable before Vera than being in control with Claire. I almost cut it off but I know better than to do so. “Fuck…I love the way your dick swells in my mouth, sweetie.” She tells me, rolling my cock in both her palms. After a short while, she gets to her feet, pleading I pound myself into her. Claire already got rid of her robe, standing blatantly naked before me so I can fuck her. I’m just about to catch one of her nipples in my mouth when my cell phone rings.

Claire heard as she walked down the hallway, She smiled to herself as she turned back facing the blue-haired man with a blank star The man had sent his bodyguards to get the couple to the red room but this particular woman had caught his attention when she joined the couple, he couldn’t tell who she was because of her mask but he sensed she was new here. “Heading to the toilet,” Claire briefly replied as the man closed the distance between them extending his hand for a handshake, “Jack,” he introduced himself. “Joy,” Claire replied shaking his hand. “Should I be honored that you used your real name and not the other, Viper right?” Claire questioned. She had learned of his club name while goi

Vincent didn’t trust her one bit. Taking out his phone from the pocket of his jeans, he tapped through the app and scrolled down the notifications. And there it was. A new video posted by Claire Berkeley. It had already been shared a few million times. Vince couldn’t hide his surprise as he skimmed through the messages. Only a handful of people were criticizing him now. He went through the messages. No hate messages there either, not since this morning at least. No one was attacking him for being like his bastard father.

Aleah explained, her voice tinged with both guilt and determination. Hunter leaned forward, his jaw tight as he studied the screen. Messages from Claire’s phone appeared, and a new message had just arrived. Aleah's fears were confirmed—the sender had sent a photo of Claire standing on the terrace, taken only moments ago. The message included a chilling caption: I’m close. I’ll get you soon. Hunter’s eyes darkened as he turned to Aleah, his voice sharp and commanding. "You did this?" "I was worried—" Aleah started, but Hunter cut her off, his tone rising.

Kelly on the other hand was bailed from jail by Angel few weeks after being arrested without being trialed. Angel had Mercy on her because of her unborn child, but made her sign a contract stating that she'd never come anywhere near her or step foot in any of their father's properties. The contract also offered her a few million dollars as long as she wouldn't near even their parents grave. Ever since, all the Williams businesses, properties and belongings were temporary signed in Angel's name and she never heard from her Demion or her sister until now. Angel continued to have nightmares about that night. It played in her dreams and memory like it just happened the previous day.

Whoever made her this way would be dragged to the bottommost pit of hell. “Consider it done,” an enigmatic smirk pulled up on his lips. Kai wasn’t joking either, because the very next day, he brought the documents she was to sign to seal their agreement. He left his mansion afterward, and Clara left the documents unsigned as she thought of different ways to bring Ken and Yvonne down. She thought of ways to find her daughter’s murderer, and after thinking for hours, she got exhausted and fell asleep. She woke up again, and it was dark, indicating that time had run very fast while she was asleep. Checking the digital clock across the room, she saw that it was exactly 11 p.m.

What if she texts Jay instead? The idea burned more than it should have. For the first time in months, Ethan thought of Claire. Of how their relationship had ended in sharp words and colder silences. His mom still thought Claire had been a “serious prospect,” but Ethan knew the truth, she’d been easy, convenient, someone who looked good on paper. Layla was nothing like that. Layla didn’t make sense on paper. But she made him feel like he was standing too close to something alive and raw. Something that could either warm him… or burn.