Claire's POV

I let out a sigh when I finally stepped out of the cab, which took me to the apartment I shared with Elena. Well, it has been difficult, but I have made it back in one piece.

I drew in a breath before shoving the door open as I stepped in, and Elena stood in front of me.

"Tell me you got the job." I was tempted to laugh, but I chugged that down; it wasn't the time for that.

"I did," I answered, a bob accompanying it, when she punched into the air before racing to the fridge, where she snatched two bottles of Budweiser beer as she crept over to me.

"And this is for the go-getter I have as a friend." I let my hands wrap gently around the bottle, forcing a smile on my face at that, when she halted.

"Am I overthinking things, or are you unhappy? I thought that was what you had always wanted?"

"It is," I answered, bobbing.

"Then?"

I sighed before dropping onto the couch. "Not when it turns out your boss is the one you had a one-night stand with the night you went looking for your ex-boyfriend, and he turns out to also be your ex-boyfriend's elder brother." I relayed, waiting for what she would say.

"Wait!" She yelled, placing her bottle gently on the table. "Tell me you are joking. Is the universe toying with you or something?"

"I sincerely wish it were, Elena, if it were, I would have preferred that."

"Oh my heavens, it all seems to have come from a soap opera because what the hell? And how is he in bed?"

"Elena!" I yelled, she was never going to change, was she?

"Oh, please, Claire, you were with the CEO of Machlina, why am I not lucky enough to be the one?" She had both hands pointing at the ceiling as she questioned.

"You wouldn't want to be in my situation, Elena. He wants me to come to work tomorrow, and I really don't want to anymore. I don't think I want to be there, not after everything that has happened."

" Why?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me he is the cause? Wales? You aren't that stupid, are you? I know that because I have never had a stupid friend, and you aren't about to be like that now."

" But..."

"Oh, my innocent Claire, are you running away from him because you never thought it would be possible?"

"Elena," I mouthed out, shocked and scared that she could see through me. Like always.

"Then I am right. Tell me, how was it? I bet it was so good seeing how you can recall every single thing that has transpired, even when you had that thing running through your system?"

My fingers laced with each other at her words. "I will do anything, Claire, and you should grab the opportunity you have. Why do you look so down Don't tell me you are feeling remorseful because he is Wale's brother?"

" I can't help it and..."

"Please, don't start right now. What Wales had was different but you..." Her palm cupped her face. "You were with the CEO of Machlina, who happens to be his elder brother as well. How about you take that as your revenge and go to work? You are single and..."

The door creaked as Wales stepped in. His eyes were glued on me while he made his way over. "Claire, Claire..." he called out when I stood up, trying to walk away when Elena shook her head.

"Listen to what he says and go ahead with whatever you want. I will always be here, no matter what you decide to go with, okay?" She waited for a nod, which was only when I did she walk away.

"If I had known you wanted an internship at Jerald's firm, I would have helped you get one; it would have been way easier for you to get one; he would have done me the favor. He does whatever it is I ask from him."

"Luckily for me, I was able to get that without your help, and I am not sure if I will ever need it again. Besides, you never mentioned him, but I can recall letting you know several times that I needed to work at Machlina, but you never helped, so what would be different?"

"I didn't? I can't recall you telling me that, but it is great that you are working there. There is no one else I would have wanted you to work with if not him. The fact that he is family and isn't attracted to ladies is bound to make it even easier for me to be rest assured."

"He doesn't seem that way to me." Elena intercepted. She has her back leaning against the couch with a book in her palm, which I knew she wasn't reading because I haven't heard a page being flipped over.

"He looks like the opposite." She winked at me while I tapped on my chest at her words.

" You don't have to worry about Jerald; he is a workaholic, and he doesn't have a thing for ladies, at least not yet."

"Hmmph," Elena scoffed, and I glared at her because I could see what she was doing. If Wales had been intelligent enough, he would have been able to catch on, but maybe this would be to our advantage.

"My bad," she mouthed at me

"It isn't in your place anymore to act all nice with me, Wales, you have lost that right already, and I am done with you. I don't want anything to do with you, and you should leave." I had my fingers pointing at the door as I waited for him to walk away when he sat down, peering at me.

"I know I was wrong Claire, but I promise I will never do that anymore."

"This is different." I reminded him.

"I know I was wrong, and I should have asked you, but you know that you would have brought up classes and trying to read. I didn't want to distract you, and I am sorry that won't repeat itself anymore, okay?"

He shook his head. "I swear on everything I own, I will be a better man for you, and I will never cheat on you anymore."

"A better man?" I questioned.

"Yes, for you. For us. I will be that for us."

Jerald's POV

"Not today." I cursed, gazing at the stripper in front of me.

My hands curled around the bottle of Chablis, which was placed into a bucket of ice, forgotten for now.

"What do you mean by not today?" Max inquired from the other end of the phone while waiting for an answer, when all I could do was drag in air.

This was beginning to be frustrating, and I needed a release; that was why I was here. A fucking release and not to work. I required her out of my system, and if this was going to help, I was going to grab it. I needed to.

"I need to think this through, Max," I answered. "I need time to myself, and I need to do so without you in here."

"Fine, where are you? Are you home? I can come over, and we can look this through, you know, we have to make sure it is fine and..."

"I'm at the club," I replied, and the silence that followed told me what he was thinking of.

He was possibly having a hard time imagining the club and me together because I did not enjoy noisy places.

"Oh, Wales? Did he fuck up again? Don't you think it is about time you told him off? He can't keep messing up, and you can't keep cleaning his mess; he is an adult now. He should be able to do better; he owes not just you but your family that. Knowing that he has a reputation to uphold should be important, and..."

"It's not Wales, Max." I interrupted him.

"Then who?" He seemed lost. "Is that where the client chose? Where are you both supposed to meet? But why didn't you let me know so it would be easier for you? I know you don't like noisy places, and I would have preferred it if you weren't there. Do you need me there?"

"No." The stripper had her legs wide open with a grape on her stomach, which she let run down her body, and all I could think about was putting Claire in the same outfit with her moaning my name like she did the last time I fucked her, and she enjoyed it.

" I will be fine, and I have to go." I tapped on the phone, letting it thrill before I let it sit on the couch when I stood to my full height, peering at the stripper, my tongue ran on my lips.

She slammed her waist against the pole before arching over while making sure we never lost eye contact.

"Turn," I ordered. "And take a good look at me."

She did as she was told, even dropping to her knees as she let her fingers run on my belt." You are to call me your owner, and I will call you Claire." I let my palm grasp her chin, forcing her to take a look at me when she nodded.

Call me sick, but I needed to let this out. It had taken quite some time, but now I knew that there was no way I could let Claire out of my system, so I needed to fuck her so she would fit.

Love wasn't out of the question, but sex, sex with her, was different, exciting, and kept me hungry for more, and I wanted to fuck her until her pussy knew just me and no one else. Not even Wales. She was going to know me as the only one she was to fuck. Her boss and owner.

I dragged in breath when my belt let go, and my cock stood erect; all six inches came to a stand when she dragged in air at the sight.

"Don't tell me something as small as this is freaking you out," I questioned the stripper, who shook her head.

"Good," I answered before slamming my cock into her mouth.

She ran her tongue on my cock, taking in all the length, and it had me wondering if Claire would be able to do this as well. How perfect it would be in her mouth, and how loud she was going to scream.

She screamed when my hands fisted around her hair while I slammed into her mouth, fucking that mouth of hers while thinking about Claire in that position.

My hands tightened as I rammed my cock in. Hard enough to have her winded when I felt my come building up, and I quickened. I slammed harder, fucking while running my hands on her face. Her boobs clapped, now out of her tiny gown, as she knelt stark naked before me, and I could see her cunt dripping, telling me it was ready for me, ready to be fucked and drained.

My come shot into her throat, and she gulped it down with a smile on her face. My eyes widened when she stood up before slipping both fingers in between her legs while she shoved me on the couch.

I watched with a glint in my eye, every single thing happening. I wasn't a fool to let her have my cock. Not when she wasn't my Claire.

She slipped her finger in and out of her cunt, moaning, writhing while screaming, while I watched, imagining it was Claire doing that while her pussy juice ran out of her cunt.

She stood up when I approached, bending over the couch while I spanked her ass.

" Who am I to you?" I demanded when she pleaded.

" Fuck me."

" Who am I to you?" I demanded again when she shoved against my dick, wanting me to fuck her, but I wouldn't be doing that; I couldn't betray the woman who owned me.

"You are my owner, and I am your Claire," she finally answered.

"My Claire?" I answered, loving the sound of that. She was my Claire, and she was going to be mine to do whatever I wanted with.

To be tied up, fucked, bent, and made to suck on my cock as much as I wanted. She was never going to be anything else. She would only be mine and no one else.

Jerald's POV

She moaned, screamed, and panted, and I was glad that the room was soundproofed while I spanked her hard.

Hopefully, Claire will come to work tomorrow, and I won't need to do this again. If she comes, I will take her to bed, make sure she gets my cock, which was for her and no one else, and have her screaming and begging for me to stop.

I would do that to her because she would want it as well. I had seen it in her eyes before she slammed the door shut; first it was fury, then it was fury that she had done such with her ex-boyfriend's brother, and then rage that she had enjoyed it so much.

Even under the effect of the aphrodisiac, she could recall all she had done what I had done to her body, and it only showed that she had never forgotten. That she would never forget how much I had tainted her, and she would come back.

If she wasn't going to come back to work, then I would find her and insist on her coming back. I was ready to teach her and give her whatever she wanted, except my heart. I was going to groom her into being in love with my cock, and when I am done with her, the thought of any other man who isn't me will disgust her. She will be irritated by such even if it happens to be Wale.

"Yes. Please." The stripper begged cumming from what was just me slamming her ass with my palm, and it had me scoffing.

The thought of Claire being the one in her stead made me want to fuck her. Ink my name around her pussy, let her fit, mold her inside to fit just me, and I would do that.

Her pussy thrummed when my palm slapped on her pussy, "Touch yourself, and we might go ahead, that is, if you can get me aroused once more," I said to her, pointing at my semi-erect dick.

She has her fingers on her clit with two others inside her cunt while touching herself, and another on her boobs.

"Claire wants you, my owner. Come and take my pussy."

I held myself back, knowing I wasn't supposed to be here any longer than I already was.

I slipped my cock back into my trousers before placing a bundle of dollars on the table. I knew she could tell what it meant. She was to be discreet. That was another reason I had been here.

They knew they had to be discreet. The last thing I wanted was for my face to be sprawled across the news, suggesting I had spent the night with a stripper. I didn't want that.

"Will you be back?" She questioned, taking the dollar note as she held it to herself, when my lips curled up into a smile.

"That would depend," I answered her.

"On?"

"If she comes to me."

"I will pray that she doesn't then, and then we can roleplay."

I didn't say one more word as I made my way out, a little conscious of my face while I made my way out. My driver was waiting for me, or so I had thought, until I slipped into the car, coming face to face with the one person I wouldn't want to know about this.

"I was right after all. You weren't here to meet with a client."

"I am a man, and I have needs," I responded when he shook his head.

"I could have brought anyone you wanted."

"You wouldn't have been able to do that, Max. Even I was unable to get who I wanted, and it is fine."

" By whom you wanted, don't tell me it is who I am thinking about?"

"Who are you thinking about?"

"The girl you had a one-night stand with, you have been acting weird since you slept with her. Is there something I don't know?"

Was I to tell him that she had stormed the office and was the one whom I had accepted as an intern? And to worsen this, she happened to be Wale's ex-girlfriend? Wasn't that going to be too much?

Max would toss her away if he had a clue, and I wouldn't have a say because when he was out on something, he was ready to go through every single thing just to make that happen, and I knew he wasn't stopping it."Have you been able to find out who it is?" I questioned, dissuading whatever thought he might be having that would give him the notion that he might know who it is.

"I stopped because I don't want you losing focus. We have a lot to do, and the last thing I want right now is for you to lose focus. We can't afford that. The last one was a mess, and you are yet to properly heal."

"I am," I answered, even when I still hated women for how I had felt. How did that make me feel, even though I saw them as the same?

I told everyone I have healed, which they might see as a lie, but not me. I knew I had, at least to a certain degree.

Max drove, not saying one more word as he drove the mile to my condo, which stood at the topmost part of the building and in which I was tempted to dive into the infinity pool immediately I got in.

"Thank you." I gave a little smile at him before pushing the door wide enough for me to step out. "Drive safe."

I traipsed off knowing that I had to prepare myself and my mind for if she doesn't come tomorrow. If she doesn't, would I need to talk to Wales to get her to have a change of heart? Or anyone else who would be able to do so?

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I was up earlier than I usually would have, and that was because I was waiting for her to be here. Maybe I was being too elated when I shouldn't have been, but I knew she would be here; she had to. But when the seconds crept into minutes and minutes crept into an hour. I knew I had to get her here.

Perhaps she had given up and had decided not to be here, but that wasn't possible, was it? Not after yesterday? I had bluntly fought for her in front of Mr. Owen, so she was bound to see me as a good person, but then was it the sex? Should I not have said a word to her?

Would it have been way better to keep mute? Had I messed things up even before they started? She was ignorant, but that was then, and this was now.

I knew I had to come to a decision, and it had to be fast. My eyes peered at the wall clock when I decided it would be futile to wait; I needed to get her here, whether she wanted to be here or not.

My hands snapped the car key off the table while I made my way out just in time for the elevator to creak open, and my eyes fell on the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, while her cheek inked when she saw me before she bit into her lips.

Well, someone else had been thinking about the time we had together, and it wasn't just me.