Soon-to-be husband

Corey faced away from her because she was standing by the window wondering with frustration. Why was she so unfortunate with him? First, he didn't like her and now, he doesn't remember anything about her. What chance was there for him to fall in love with her?

Soon, she turned around to see it was still early in the morning. Suddenly, her dream flashed in her mind, and then the lady she saw at her workplace. Did she do anything bad for someone to tail and watch her?

It happened once when she was in college, she was almost thrown into the river below the bridge and it was because her parents offended a worker. Back then, she had also felt someone watching her and she had a dream similar to the one she had recently. What should she do about her hunch? What if she was been targeted by an enemy?

Thoughts and assumptions piling up in her mind caused shortness of breath so she went to sit on the visitor's bed which was close to the window. Her move made her settle her eyes on the man on the bed. Was he sleeping already?

Claire then stood up and went around to see his face. She leaned so down to him to feel his breath. The man right under her face was going to be her husband. She lifted her index finger and began to stroke beautiful parts of his face. He was asleep and being asleep was a bit favourable to her.

First was his black hair which sparkled as if oil was flowing around it. She pushed strands off his forehead and studied his peaceful sleeping face. "He inhales and exhales like a baby," she teased and took her finger to his thick eyebrows. So manly.

Wonder how big he'd be down there. Yes! Claire looked so innocent and incapable on the outside but her mind had been exposed by the number of erotic novels she had read.

One could say Claire wasn't okay because her house was full of books as mentioned earlier, she survives because she had books in her life and she cared less about how much she'll spend on each book she read.

The main rule always on books with erotic and smut scenes was 'book not suitable for underage' but did Claire actually follow the rule? Pfft, rules are meant to be broken, in the end, she'll ask for forgiveness for going against the author.

At fourteen, Claire knew so much about sex and styles and the naughty parts of it that she gets horny randomly but a book she read made her keep a promise to herself. Never to have sex just because of pleasure especially when it was her first time.

And the girl was still pure. 'Virgin' was an understatement because her mind wasn't pure from the act. Mentally she wasn't a virgin but physically she was and was waiting for the right man to deflower her.

She had waited nine years to experience what she craved and it was hard to control herself but now that she had this stubborn man, she'd make sure he falls in love with her and do what she wanted from the special man.

Claire raked her finger on his temple to his cheek and admired his crazy eyelashes, she as a woman had to mix hers with artificial and here a man was having it for free. She realized his lips she had been trying to ignore as she stared at him. She bit her lower lip and wet her lips before leaning in to lick his lips with her tongue.

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Corey, her soon-to-be husband growled, causing her to smile. "Wake up stubborn ass, it's morning," she pushed back after filling her head with naughty imagination about the man and her. She just prayed he remembers her.

Corey from his sleep felt weak, he wanted to open his eyes but it felt as if he was being pulled by someone. "Thank you!" He heard from his brother before he jumped into the river by himself. This assured Corey about something. He just hoped no one, especially his uncle finds out about his secret skim.

His dream about his brother made him gasp out of his sleep, breathing heavily. "What were you dreaming about?" And he heard that voice.

"What?!" He was shocked to realize he wasn't in his usual...oh! Oh! Oh! He was Donald now. "Ha," he sighed and let his widened eyes settle back to their position. It was after a moment, he realized his face was in her hand and she was rubbing her index finger below his ear, making him witness a different sensation.

Immediately, he tossed her hand away and sat up on the bed, groaning.

She didn't help him to lift himself to sit. "You still don't remember me."

"I clearly remember you, Claire, the girl that came rushing in here." He glared at her and she replied by pouting her face.

"Apart from that?" Her eyes expressed her hopes when he glanced at her with an exasperated look. What had she been doing to him all night if she was this close to him? He wondered. "You still don't remember me?" She asked.

"What should I do then? Break my head?" His response wasn't as he had planned but she frustrated him and he was burning down there to pee.

"I didn't mean it that way okay?" She confined herself from yelling and talking back at him the way she does.

After glaring at her which she realized but didn't give a compliment, he pushed his body slowly out of bed. Claire really wanted to help him up but what ifs filled her mind, he had never appreciated her presence and now she was planning to help? It still wouldn't change a thing and he'd definitely refuse so she watched him struggle to the bathroom. He must be so weak and tired for him to walk as if he was screwed.

Wasn't she heartless not to help? With concern, she stood up and went to place her hand around his torso. He needed to pee.

Corey bent his head at her and she just tilted her head. "I promised to take care of you," her smile appeared and he had to relent.