Did you stay up all night?

He was leaving after causing her pussy to go hungry for a man. Claire watched him walk to the glass door wishing he'd just come back to her and kiss her before leaving but he just turned around and smiled. "Are you still wet?" He asked.

"Go, Donald, I want to have some time for myself," she said.

"Okay, sleep well," he said. "Thank you for teaching me a little today but can you just give me that book? I promise to return it to you tomorrow," he said.

Claire thought about it for a while and stood up to hand him the book, "tomorrow and not later, I want to finish my book," she frowned while giving it to him.

Corey accepted it and gave her the peace symbol using his middle and index finger. "See you tomorrow, Donald," she waved at him when he went through her room to find the exit.

She turned around and ran to the rails so she could view him leaving. "Fingering me won't hurt, would it?" She asked as he walked quietly to the gate. "I want to know," she said and sat back on the chair. She took off her long white gown and was left with her undies. With that, thinking about Donald's expression of sexual stuff, she touched her wet self with his face on her mind. He said he'd finger her when she knows it won't hurt her. Fingering doesn't hurt. She scoffed but couldn't get her finger deep inside her because she was kind of hesitating.

He doesn't want to hurt her, she quit and pushed herself back to lie on the bed.

He wasn't Donald, she looked at the rails as if it was Donald. He doesn't act like Donald at all. Donald hates books, he wouldn't have asked those questions even if he had forgotten some things, and he wouldn't have reacted so calmly when she said she was wet.

And telling him about sex and other stuff connected to sex, telling him that she wanted them to fvck was exciting. She liked his cute reaction to everything she explained and the warmth she felt when his hand was resting behind her. Claire now regretted not resting on his arm and kissing his lips, he wouldn't refuse her if she kissed him, would he? Oh, he would, she closed her eyes to imagine kissing him lovingly. "Donald," she called his name after opening her eyes. She sensed the difference, did the accident input another attitude in him?

'I don't hate you!' his words after he wiped her tears rang in her head. She grabbed the pillow under her head and used it to cover her face. It was so cute to hear him say he didn't hate her.

She even saw his hot body and there was this scar, she barely studied his body but she had the chance to see his chest. What was that scar? She wondered about it, it looked like a burnt area. Did something happen for him to have been hurt that way? But still, she wanted to place her hand on his chest and press her head on his chest. And while imagining it, she remembered what she did on the bed at the engagement venue. She suddenly gripped the pillow in her hand and gasped.

She did slap him and ordered him and pressed herself on him, she was so stupid to do that! Claire grimaced her face as she recalled her hand hitting his face. Then she carried her hand and stared at it.

"I slapped him, I slapped Donald!" She cried and began hitting her hand on the surface of the bed. "Why? Why did I drink so much?" She cursed herself.

Donald had been hearing his phone vibrate and he saw it was his parents calling. When Claire's phone was ringing, he saw it was her parents calling so he didn't pick it up. He didn't like anyone of them and talking to them made him so uncomfortable and irritated. Playing nice was too hard.

He had learned how to drive from his uncle and had his brother's driver's license so he was good. He parked his car and entered his house. He turned on the lights and sighed. Just him in the house again, he hated everyone's company not because he hated the maids and the servants but because they'll find out about him and he wasn't trained with friends so he preferred to stay alone and now he wished he didn't leave Claire's place earlier. Remembering Claire, he recalled the book she gave him and the promise he made.

With that, he ran to his room and began the cleaning process, he took off his clothes and entered the shower to freshen up. Touching his body, he remembered the slap she landed on his face but that wasn't the main part, he liked how she slept on his body, it was weirdly cool.

He washed and went to the kitchen to cook for himself. Corey spent three hours in the kitchen and began reading the book after serving his food.

The next morning arrived with Corey's belly resting on his bed as he read the last chapter of the book. He pushed himself and fought to close his eyes, when he finished the book at last he closed his tired eyes and groaned because he was able to finish the book.

Just then, he planned to sleep which was nine already, he growled in anger and pushed himself to his feet. He travelled to the bathroom to see his eyes, he looked so sick and his face looked like a virus. "Urgh," he needed to pick up that stubborn girl. Why did he ask her to come with him? Urgh!

He cooked and drove his car to her house.

Claire was drawing her eyeliner when Julie ran into her room. "He's here!" She cried with an ecstatic face.

"Who's..." Standing up, she asked as the expression on Julie's face said it was him.

"He's coming here," Julie said and immediately straightened her face the moment she heard his footsteps while Claire stared at the door to see him coming in. She hid her excitement to see him and gave an expressionless face.

Julie left while Claire sat on the chair facing the mirror. "You came," she uttered.

"I had to," he answered.

"I told you to call," she spoke.

"I finished the book," he said and dropped it on the table in her study.

"You did?" She was surprised and tilted her head when she looked at him. "Why are you wearing sunglasses?" She stood up. "Did you stay up all night to read the book?" Her question shocked him, how did she know that?