Page 28 of Christmas with Billionaire's Runaway Bride

Alone with James

We are supposed to travel back to the city but due to bad weather, it is not possible. I finally get hold of my phone after two days of it being off. A flood of notifications fills the screen. On a closer inspection, I find out that almost all of them are from Michael.

'Call me back as soon as you switch on your phone.' That is the last text I get from him. Other messages are from Kendra, whining about her brother's foul mood and uneasiness. She also goes on about why for the first time, I have switched off my phone. She also informs me of this great friendship she has made and I I am not careful, she is going replace him with me. I ignore all of them and decide to switch it off again. It is the middle of the night, while I am reading the texts and James stirs in his sleep.

"Sorry babe, have I woken you up with the light on my phone?" I ask and he shakes his head. He then pulls me closer to him and I met with his hard dick.

"You are still horny!" I ask in astonishment.

"Where do you get the energy? I am tired and sore, I don't even think that I can walk." I continue and he chuckles.

"Four years I have been waiting and dreaming of sinking my dick into you. Now that I have you in my arms you can imagine how bad that urge is. I want to stay in your pussy and never leave." He says. Just then I receive a call and it is from Michael. I look at James and he just shrugs.

"Don't ignore it. It could be important. I mean... You still work for the guy, don't you?" He encourages and leaves to go the bathroom. I hesitate but pick up the call nonetheless, expecting to be met by shouting and cursing.

"Claire, I am behind because my personal assistant has run off to I don't know where and is not reachable." He says and stays silent.

"I apologize sir for the inconvenience. I am out of town and can't get back due to bad weather. I promise to make it Up To you when I get back." I answer professionally.

"Sir? Yesterday you were calling me baby and now you are calling me sir?" Michael says, hurt evident in his voice as much as he tries to hide it. Before I can answer him. I notice James under the covers and he pulls me swiftly so that I am lying flat on my back. This takes me by a surprise and I yelp, but quickly compose myself since I am on a call. I can tell what he is trying to do.

"Sir, you are getting married in a few days, don't you think you should focus on that?" I ask softly, void of any malicious intent. I just want him to leave me alone.

James creeps up under the covers and parts my legs, he slightly runs his hands on my pussy and clit and I muffle my moan. All I want to do is to disconnect the call and enjoy James' pleasure.

"Claire, just come back. We can talk about that. It is not such a big deal." He says, trying to conceal his anger but before I can answer him, I feel James' mouth on my clit. I moan this time round and hold his head with one hand and the phone with another as he teases my clit with his tongue.

"Claire, Claire, Claire!" Michael shouts and I regain my composure.

"Yes sir." I shout as James slides his tongue in my pussy.

"This is not a good time Michael. Can we talk lat..." I try to explain, my voice erratic but Michael hears none of it.

"Claire, don't you dare hang up on me! Are you with James?" He asks but I stay quiet. My head is focused of the pleasure shooting throughout my body and I end up moaning his name.

"Oh James..."

Chapter Twenty-Six

Finding Claire

Dev's Point of View

I gaze out of my fancy penthouse window, taking in the view of the building opposite. It hits me like a ton of bricks – this is where Claire has been hiding all along. Anger courses through me, and I can't shake the notion that she's in for a serious reckoning once I catch up with her. The burning desire to reinsert myself into her life grows stronger, and things are looking up as Kendra, her friend, is gradually warming up to my presence, marking the initial success of my plan. Observing the cityscape below, a mix of determination and resentment propels me forward. The very thought of Claire, concealed in that building, fuels an intense urge for retribution. Each passing moment solidifies my resolve to orchestrate a return into her life.

As I navigate through the intricate layers of my plan, the success in winning Kendra's trust feels like a crucial triumph. It lays the groundwork for the next phase of my strategy – a strategic reentry into Claire's world. The intricate dance of patience and calculation becomes more delicate as I inch closer to the precipice of confrontation.

In this high-stakes game, every move is a step towards the ultimate confrontation with Claire. The exquisite window becomes both a vantage point and a mirror, reflecting the complexities of emotions swirling within me. Anger intertwines with anticipation, forming a tapestry of emotions that drive me forward.

The city below carries on, oblivious to the storm brewing within the walls of my penthouse. With each passing day, I find myself entangled in a web of emotions and plans, all converging towards the moment when I will confront Claire and unveil the true extent of my sentiments. The countdown to that inevitable meeting ticks away, and I am poised on the edge of a dramatic shift in the narrative of our intertwined lives.

Claire's betrayal has exacted a toll on my life, prompting me to take drastic measures in pursuit of retribution. Sacrifices abound as I relinquish control of my company and businesses, entrusting them to my most loyal second-in-command. The weight of responsibility temporarily shifted, all in the name of focusing unwaveringly on my vendetta.

To ensure an undivided focus on my quest for justice, I've meticulously stowed away any distractions that could divert my attention from the meticulous plans taking shape. The once-vibrant aspects of my life, now mere background noise, pale in comparison to the burning desire to make Claire answer for her transgressions.

A silent partner in my pursuit, a seasoned private investigator, has been on my payroll for an extended period. Their task: to unearth the elusive Claire, who seemingly evaporated into thin air. This covert operative has become my eyes and ears, navigating the shadows to trace her every move, inching us closer to the inevitable confrontation that looms on the horizon.

As the seconds tick away, each moment brings me closer to the culmination of my meticulously laid plans. Retribution hangs in the balance, and the sacrifices made only serve to intensify the resolve burning within me. Claire's vanishing act may have created an illusion of escape, but with every resource at my disposal, I am poised to shatter that illusion and bring her to face the consequences of her actions.

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