She looked at me warily. I saw the desire in those orbs that had captured my heart. They mirrored mine, yet there was hesitation mixed with it. My hands around her soft body tightened. My whole body is now a roiling fire of desire, but there's nothing important than an assurances tonight; that she's my girl.

"I've never felt so sure with my life until now, Clara Bell," I murmured softly, eyes still locked with her heavy lidded ones.

"Can we just kiss, please?" she whispered, almost too faint, her voice trembling with desire. It was so low, almost like a moan and I felt my cock twisted in response, restrained underneath my pants. It got so excited and I could feel I'm about to explode soon. I felt a little damp underneath and I know my control is at the end of the string and it's gonna snapped if she keeps talking like that. Like a nymph temptress.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do that. More than that infact," I grunted, pulling her closer to me and brushes my lips against hers. She tasted Champagne mixed with her natural feminine sweetness. It drove me crazy, intoxicating.

I reigned my control. I need to make her my girl tonight.

I inched back my lips as soon as she tried to deepen the kiss. She let out a grunt of protest. I chuckled softly. "I need assurances. I don't want to be taken advantage of," I grinned at her when she scowled at me.

"What?" I nudged, wriggling my eyebrows suggestively and she smacked my chest.

"I'm not like you!" she hissed, eyes slowly thinning.

"I promised it's going to be only you, Clara Bell. I'm ready to commit to you forever, and as I've said, I've never felt so sure in my entire life," I rambled and she stared at me, perusing my face, searching for the sincerity. I could tell she wants it as much as I want it, but there's something that was holding her back.

"I still felt like betraying her, Alex. All I heard was hearsay, I have no solid proof that she really were using me," she sighed. She wriggled her body off me and headed straight to her room.

My shoulders sagged as I followed her. Hands involuntarily found my pockets as I trailed behind her, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of my hard cock rubbing against my boxers short.

"I have photos of her with all these man she sleep with while we were together. And a few, when hang out with those friends of her before you. I know she told you that you're her best friend, but believe me, Clara, Tabitha was her closest one. She knows all her secrets more than you know," I said.

She came to a halt before she could reach her door, then slowly she turned to face me.

"Then why didn't Tabitha speak when she shamed her in front of us two years ago?" she recalled, her eyes gauging, challenging my words.

I know it's not easy for her to believe me until she sees strong evidences that Claire wasn't the best friend she thought she was. "Because she knew a lot of Tabitha's secrets that would also ruin her. And once she opened her mouth, both of them will fall," I explained.

She stared at me for a moment before she nodded her head. "Give me time until I gather every evidence that prove she used me," she decided then turned on her heel, facing her bedroom door.

I let out a frustrated sigh. All I can do for now is approve.

"How about the kiss? Can we continue it then?" I asked, hoping she'll agree. I'm already having a ravage hard on.

She face me while holding the door open. "Good night, Alex. Sweet dreams!" she chuckled, then she closed the door.

I shook my head in disbelief.

"Stupid! Stupid!" I hissed under my breath as I turned on my heel.

You should have just shut your mouth and kiss her instead of talking!

I could hear my dad's voice at the back of my head. "Son, women likes to be courted. But after you court them, they wanted more, and then more ... it never ends. They like to go around the bush. That's why I took your mom to my island so she can't say no anymore..."

I quickly shook my head and blocked dad's voice.

Mom won't be happy if I'd follow dad's choice of courtship. And of course abuela and abuelo.

Strings of grunts left my lips as I trudged back to her door and securely locked it before heading to the elevator.

As soon as I got back to my place, I took a cold shower.

The next morning, I woke up around nine in the morning. I quickly dialed Clara Bell's number. It rang several times before I heard her rasp, throaty voice.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Good morning," I greeted and I heard her grunted which made me chuckle. "Wake up sleepyhead!" I chanted sweetly. "What would you like for breakfast? I can stop by somewhere," I said.

"I want to sleep more. My head hurts!" she snapped sulkily and I felt bad for her.

"I'm sorry, babe. So unthoughtful of me. I'll just drop by later," I said.

"What time is it?" she asked before I could hang up the phone. I heard the shuffling of fabrics in the background.

"Nine," I replied briefly.

"Oh..." she moaned. The kiss last night flashed through my head. I quickly blocked it before I'll suffer from blue balls again. "I need to pack. I want to be home before dinner," she rambled.

"Then I'll come and help. You either fly in my plane or yours?" I asked. "We are heading in the same place anyway," I added.

"I haven't called our pilot. I'm not sure if he's here in LA. He had to fly Clinton to Scotland," she explained.

"Then my plane is ready whenever you are ready," I said. Excitement bubbled up in my system.

"Alright. Can you please buy me a cup of coffee and maybe just bagels," she asked in a tender voice which made me smile.

If only she's close, I want to kiss her badly.

"Anything, babe. I'll see you in a bit."

"Kay," was all she said then she hung up.

My feet seemed has springs as I took a quick shower, put on a white and black checkered buttoned down cotton shirt tucked it in under gray cotton slacks.

Grabbing my laptop case, keys, wallet, and phone I headed out.

I bought us breakfast as she requested. When I arrived at her place, I rang her doorbell twice but there was no response. I thought the door bell wasn't working. I tried to twist the lever handle of the door and it was unlock.

I wonder if I left it unlock last night. I'm pretty sure I locked it.

I was frowning as I stepped inside and kicked the door close as I headed straight to her kitchen and deposited the food on the table.

Her place was quiet.

Maybe she's still sleeping.

I quietly walked to her room and peeked my head through the ajar door. My eyes darted straight to her unmade bed. She wasn't there.

I opened the door wide and entered.

"Clara Bell?" I called out. I head straight to her bed and fixed her bed. I smelled her scent that was left on the blanket and I was tempted to lay down and just sniffed her scent that lingered there.

I quickly stopped myself and continued fixing her bed. Then I heard the water running.

Wild thoughts clogged my brain.

Vision of her naked as the water cascaded down her sexy curves.

I quickly shook the thoughts away and gaze swept over the room.

My eyes landed on the clothes on the floor and my cock instantly responded when I saw her cream lacy thong lying on the floor with her thin beige night dress.

I shuddered deliciously insides. Rushed of desires roiling like a maelstrom, shooting at every of my nerve endings down to my groins. My cock pulsated painfully underneath my pants.

I've never been so arouse just by seeing an unwashed underwear. But it was Clara Bell's.

Glancing at the ajar washroom door, I quietly walked towards where that thin garment was sitting so seductively, like a nymph teasing me, then slowly picking it up, my hands even shaking.

Giving the door another glance and the water still running. I brought the garment close to my nose and took a long sniff. I was throbbing hard after one sniff. The aromatic scent was erotic. I couldn't get enough of it.

Fucking delicious!

My jaws tightened at the overwhelming desires gripping me. I felt like an addict, sniffing the tiny thin garments, like a heroine, filling my lungs with it's intoxicating feminine scent. There was dried patches of white thing on the part where it holds her cunt, and the thought that it was her juice, it made my whole body shuddered violently with desires.

Obliviously, my hand dropped to my crotch and slowly massaged it while the other, holding the thin lace garment close to my nose and sniffed the dried juice with my eyes closed.

"What are you doing?"

My whole being paralyzed as the voice registered in my brain and processed it.

SHIT!

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