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Her body alarmed her that it was morning so Claire just opened her eyes only to look at what was before her. She remembered last night and yesterday, everything she did with Donald throughout the day.

It was literally the first time she spent the whole day with him, they had fun even though they used half of their time together getting on each other's nerves.

After smiling at every memory of last night, she rolled over with her fingers raking her hair, she thought she was going to see Donald in bed with her but he had already disappeared.

Sleeping with him in the same bed was difficult for her to aim but she achieved her aim and now he was so irritated that he woke up before her.

"What an arrogant man," she muttered to herself as she pushed to sit on her butt only to realize that it was almost eight in the morning. He needed to get to work before nine meaning he was in the bathroom.

Wow! Claire suddenly had a naughty thought. How about she enters the bathroom with intentions but makes it look like she wanted to use the bathroom? That would be a great chance to see him naked and what would he do? Nothing.

With that, she threw her feet to the ground and made sounds with her legs to the ground as she walked to the bathroom. She made the bags on the floor touch her legs by causing sounds so it would seem like she just woke up and was going to the bathroom innocently.

Claire reached the door and pressed the doorknob with a crooked smile. She walked in and then deep into the bathroom to witness nothing.

Well, it did hit her big, she had thought he was having his bath but no one was in the bathroom not even in the shower cubicle. Why? She frowned at her reflection as she stared at the mirror. It was a chance but seemed fate wasn't on her side.

But if he wasn't in the bathroom, where was he?

Claire let it go and walked out of the bathroom, closed the door and went out of his room. She descended the stairs and went straight to the living room to see no one. "Donald!" She cried out eventually.

Corey was in the kitchen thinking of what hotdogs were used for. Should he ask Claire?

No, that was a bad idea because she didn't even know how to cook, or could she? He shook his head and pressed his head down thinking of what he could use the ingredients in his brother's house for. After a long time of thinking, he remembered that he had a cellphone he could use for searching so he immediately walked out of the kitchen to go get his phone only to meet the troublemaker by the stairs. She didn't even greet him with a happy face. She frowned at him and watched him walk away from her so she instantly knew that he was coming from the kitchen.

She then went to the kitchen to see that he hadn't even cooked a thing. Why? She was hungry and craving meat again.

"Donald," she had waited for him to come back to the kitchen and when he did, she immediately approached him.

"What?" He didn't even know why he answered her.

"You haven't cooked," she said to him.

"Oh, why does it seem like I'm now one of your servants?" He asked.

"Well, you are going to be my husband and I don't know much about cooking, I just can't learn it you see," she made it straight.

"I don't care because even if you cook it might never be my taste," he blurted as he watched the video on his phone that showed a meal about hotdogs.

With that, he took the knife and began to pick some vegetables.

Claire stood by his side, watching him perform magic with his hands. She now sat on the counter to view his face and not the work he was doing. "You are so hot," she didn't know when she outstretched her hand in wants.

"What's that?" He asked.

Claire looked away and pressed her lips, then she saw how exposing her thighs were to him but he wasn't affected, he was just after the food so she frowned. "What are you making?" She asked.

"I don't know, just watching and I can't check the name because I'm sieving the flour," he answered her. When she didn't reply, he stared at Claire and wondered what was on her mind for her to look at him as if he was food. "Stop staring at me," he rubbed flour on her face.

This made her gasp out of her imaginary world, she frowned at him and looked away. "You aren't even that handsome for me to stare at," she said.

"Really? I'm not a handsome man," he wasn't shocked but he wanted to tease her.

"You are not," she decisively said.

"I didn't care about how you feel for me so why now?" He mocked her.

"You are only handsome if I state it!" She cried.

"Well, this girl came to me on our engagement day, she touched my ear and made me feel strange, she told me that I told her I liked her. I don't remember her but she said I'm beautiful," he smiled in success. Claire looked away in dissatisfaction. "You know, I couldn't believe that I said I liked her," Corey sensed her sudden change of mood.

"Do you send your nudes to anyone, like my friends?" He asked and damn it, she was so upset.

"I didn't do so," she claimed. "Why will I ever share my nudes when the only person I like is you?" She pouted her mouth.

"I know you can't do so I didn't believe the lie, he even said he kissed you," Corey was suddenly enjoying telling her what he heard. He liked her reaction and wished she'd just go to those boys and slap them across the face.

"You don't believe it right?" She focused on him for his answer and all he did was smile in a way she didn't understand.