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I feel like a zombie, and uncertainty blankets my mind. I wonder if I've taken on more than I can handle, and I'm unsure if I'll be able to assist Kendra's brother with his therapy. The weight of my past decisions and the ghosts of my choices seem to loom over me, casting a shadow on my ability to move forward.

Kendra's concern deepens as she notices my state, and she discreetly inquires, "Michael, does she have to work today?"

Michael, still absorbed in his phone, doesn't respond. Kendra decides to take matters into her own hands, walking over to him and promptly snatching his phone away.

"Not now, Kendra! Let me send that message first," he snaps, his focus on the urgent message he's composing.

Michael insists, "You of all people know how Mom hates waiting. It won't take long, Kendra, and then I'm all ears." But he's still unaware of my presence, focused on the pressing matter at hand. Sensing her brother's desperation, Kendra eventually relents but doesn't wait for him. She guides me to the room that used to be mine when I lived there.

With a tone of finality, she informs her brother of my situation, "Claire seems to be off today. Cut her some slack, okay?" and leaves the room.

I'm left alone, my mind clouded with uncertainty, unsure of how to regain my composure and participate in the therapy session.

Chapter Eleven

An Unwanted Dilemma

Michaels Point of view

My day hadn't started smoothly, much like many others. As soon as I woke up, I noticed several missed call notifications on my phone, all from my parents. "What are they up to now?" I sighed, not giving it much thought. I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. While in the bathroom, I heard another call, which I chose to ignore until I finished. Once I was done, I made my way downstairs with my phone in hand and called my parents back. It's at this point that Kendra found me. I can't precisely recall how long I'd been seated there, but my mood was already dampened. My parents had just shared something with me that I had no idea how to escape from, and the weight of it hung heavily on my mind.

Kendra's departure catches me off guard, and I suddenly realize she won't be staying. She mentions that Claire isn't feeling well, and as she leaves, I'm left in a state of uncertainty about what to do.

I need a way to release the pent-up stress brought on by my parents' news, so I grab my cane and head to my personal gym. With all my might, I start punching the training equipment, not stopping until exhaustion overtakes me. Afterward, I sit on a bench to regain my composure, take a quick shower, and then remember Claire's presence.

"I forgot about her," I mutter under my breath as I make my way to her room. The door is slightly ajar, and I peek inside. I spot her peacefully asleep and find myself seated by her bedside. She doesn't stir, confirming she's in deep slumber. Gazing at her beautiful face brings a smile to my lips. I wipe away the sweat pooling on her forehead, then gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. As I watch her, a sense of calm and serenity washes over me, temporarily making me forget my worries. I reach out and swipe away another stray hair, only for her to stir in her sleep and hold my hand close to her heart. A flood of emotions fills my heart, and I can't help but wonder, "Am I falling for this woman? Can't be..."

Just as I ponder this, I hear her call out a name, and it's not mine.

"What is she saying?" I murmur to myself, uncertain if I heard correctly. She repeats the name, "James!" with a bit more clarity than the first time. My heart sinks, and the warmth I felt earlier dissipates. I'm torn between my instinct to pull my hand away and my realization that I can't without waking her.

As a flurry of questions floods my mind, I try to rationalize it. Maybe James is her brother or a friend. But a more unsettling possibility emerges: What if he's her lover? My heart tightens with an unfamiliar emotion, and I forcibly push it aside. Who is this James? With a trembling hand, I attempt to remove my hand from Claire's grip, but she still clings tightly. Her sleep-addled voice pleads, "Don't leave, please." I feel a surge of frustration, but I manage to withdraw my hand from her hold.

Fuming, I think, "What's wrong with her, asking James not to leave?" I begin to stand up, but before I can fully rise, I sense her soft, warm hands grasping mine. I glance over, and she looks at me with imploring eyes as she repeats, "Please, Michael, don't leave me."

Realization dawns, and happiness slowly returns to my heart. I sit back down, holding both her hands in mine and pulling her into a comforting hug, understanding that her plea was for me, not someone else. After a while, Claire gently pulls away and sits back, avoiding eye contact. This irks me slightly, but I choose to remain silent. I decide to ask her if she's okay, lifting her chin so she can meet my gaze.

She responds, "Uh yeah, I'm just a bit tired, that's all."

My instincts tell me she's not being entirely truthful, but I decide not to press her on the issue of James, knowing it might scare her off. Instead, I push my concerns aside and focus on her. Claire continues to avoid my gaze, and a decision forms in my mind: I need to look into this James guy.

I shift the topic to her job decision, asking, "Have you made any decisions yet?" I eagerly await her response.

She hesitates, replying, "Uh yeah. I thought about it, and I don't think it's a good idea. Kendra might think that..."

I cut her off, assertively stating, "That's it. You're taking the job, and I expect to see you at work on Monday. If you fail me, I'll make sure you never work anywhere in this city again. Oh, and that is a threat, by the way." I speak with seriousness, unwilling to let her slip away so easily. It's not just about what Kendra might think; it might also be the presence of this James guy that I've grown to dislike. I look at her longingly, wondering if I have taken it too far but I notice her just staring at me with a blank face. It is as if she is tired and bothered, not by what I have been going on about but something else.

"Okay, I will be there very early." she replies. I breathe a sigh of relief and stand to leave the room. Before I do though, she does something that stops me in my tracks. She bites her lower lip. I immediately turn to her, grab her slender shoulders and look intensely at her large eyes. I lick my lips and look at her tempting ones before taking a deep breath. I am taken aback when she grabs my face in her delicate hands and move closer to me, her eyes burning with desire. That alone pushes me over the edge and I feel the intense desire cursing through my body. The intense and sudden surge of hormones almost causes me to lose my control but I quickly regain it. I connect my lips with hers gently, before hungrily taking them into my mouth as if my miserable life depends on it. I suck onto her lower lip instantly yearning for more from her plump lips. I bite her lip to gain more access before gently sloping my tongue into her mouth. We are both yearning for each other's bodies and I can feel it from the way her hands are roaming all over my body. After a while, we pull apart to gain composure. I look at her and her eyes are heavy with desire, she wants me and the fierceness in her eyes excites me.

As we are still locked in each other's gaze, I remember that apart from a handful of servants, we are completely alone and this arouses a couple of naughty thoughts from me. I get onto the bed but before I could do anything, an eager Claire locks our lips together. She is frantic and wild, almost as if something inside her has snapped. It is exciting, just thinking of the way I am irresistible to her. She pushes me onto the bed and push up my t-shirt before quickly removing it and tossing it away. She kisses me and run her hands all over my chest then she settles on my lower abdomen. By this time, my heart is racing and my impatience take over. I swiftly grab and change positions with her so that she is laying beneath me. I tear away her blouse as my hands reach under her top. I notice that she is not wearing a bra and the moment my hands connect with her bare porcelain skin; my manhood jerks a little. Claire was wearing a short black skirt which exposed her long legs. I take that off too and run my hands all over her body before letting out a moan.

"Mmh you don't know how much you affect me." I say out loudly but as soon as I say that I voice out another thing that wasn't planned.

"Oh baby...who is James?" I ask curiously, not stopping what I am doing.

Claire clearly freezes in her spot and my heart sinks. James must be a lover; otherwise why would she react the way she has reacted? I can't help but ask myself. I feel furry covering every inch of my body but I quickly mask it. Afraid that my jealousy might ruin everything, I channel my frustrations into pleasuring her and proving to her that I am better that anyone else. I maintain my silence, only exerting my dominance through the way I handle her. I get rid of my trousers and all the remaining clothes standing between the two of us. I notice her wide eyes searching for mine as if to try and read my mind but I don't give her that opportunity. I ram my face into hers, capturing her lips while my hands search for her perky nipples. I place wet kisses all over her body then settle on teasing her boobs. She lets out a satisfying moan as her hands finally reach my back. She slowly trails it down before placing them on my ass and pinching them. That pushes me over the edge and I part her legs using mine. I then use my finger to trail it up to her clit then stay there. I use one hand to massage her boob and the other to tease her entrance. I then slightly press on her clit then run circles there.

Claire screams out my name as I play with her clit and entrance making sure that her juices don't stop flowing. I then kiss my way to her pussy and use my tongue to fuck her slightly. She tries to push herself into me but I hold her into place. I then eat her out like my life depends on it. After a while of her moans, grunts and praises, I notice that she is getting close to orgasm so I slow down a little. I then turn her to her fours and spank her butt. She lets out a scream which ignites me and fuels my desire. I take my fully erect manhood and tease her entrance. She calls out my name and beg me to fuck her but I torture her a little more. During that time, I use my finger to circle and tease her butthole and she chuckles excitedly in anticipation. Just to be sure, I use my dick to tease her there and she moans out loud in pleasure.

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