Sex And Fantasies

Indirect Confession

ENTRY 15.2 *** It’s been a week since Claire stopped rendering sex service to elite bar customers, and this bothers Ethan. Also, Claire is not going to their office, which she used to do every time Aiden was inside, and they will fuck each other. They can even do three rounds in an hour. Ethan pulled the strand of his hair as he stared at his computer and did some invoices for their employees. He glanced at his wristwatch, and it was still three in the afternoon. The bar usually opens from seven in the evening until seven in the morning. They only hired five waitresses, two bartenders, and four sex workers. Ethan admits that Claire is their asset. She’s a waitress at the same time, a high-demand sex worker. In a week, Claire only had sex to the highest bidder, and it only happens once a week. It’s Aiden who taught her about it. Until they get addicted to it, Ethan feels the temptation sometimes to touch Claire, but his mind won’t let him. He heaved a deep sigh and stood up. He was about to walk towards the door when it opened and showed Claire. And when their eyes met, he pressed his lips when he saw how Claire rolled her eyes. “What are you doing here?” he asked. Again, he can’t help but keep pretending that he dislikes her. Claire arched her brow. “Where’s Aiden?” she asked and walked towards the couch. Ethan frowned slightly and sighed. “He’s at the company—” “So, why are you here?” Claire asked as she stared at him. Ethan arched his brow and crept a snide in his lips. “Why am I here?” he walked towards her, “— seriously? Are you gonna ask me that?” he asked as he sat on the one-seater couch. Claire crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned her back on the couch. “You always come here at eight in the evening, and it’s just three—” “This is my bar, and I am inside my office. I can come whenever I want,” he replied and gritted his teeth.

Claire let out a sarcastic chuckle. “I know,” she uttered after then stood up. “Where are you going?” Ethan asked, making Claire creep a smirk on her lips but didn’t bother to glance back so as answer him. And the moment that she was about to reach for the doorknob, Ethan stopped her by putting his hand on the door, looked down, and met her eyes. “If I am talking to you, you need to answer—” “It’s none of your business. Who are you? Why do I need to tell—” she didn’t finish her words when Ethan’s lips brushed into hers. Claire’s eyes widened, and suddenly, something was stabbed inside her chest. Ethan’s warm lips sent made her shiver. And when he let go of her lips, her mouth gaped as she looked at his playful eyes. Ethan moved forward, making Claire step backward until her back pressed on the door. The smirk played into Ethan’s lips. He caged her into his arms as he leaned them on the door. He lowered down his face and moved it closer and closer… and closer into hers. Claire tried to push him away, but he was like a century-old tree—standing firm and hard. “Ethan!” she exclaimed, making Ethan laugh. “Scared?” Claire arched her brow. “In your face!” Ethan moved closer. “Really?” Claire decided to stop acting childish. “If you don’t stop, I will punch you in the face,” she warned. However, Ethan just let out a devilish chuckle. Claire, who gets pestered by Ethan, clenches her fist and is about to throw it at him when Ethan suddenly catches her fist. Her eyes widened, and she got amazed by Ethan’s reflex. “Let me go,” she uttered and gritted her teeth. “Who are you—” “Just fucking, let me go!” Claire exclaimed and skewered his between, making him growl in pain. “Fuck!” Ethan cursed out loud as he walked and sat on the couch. Claire let out a smile. “I told you—” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Fuck you!” Ethan cussed out loud at her. Claire bit her lower lip and winked at him. She walked closer to him and smiled. “Sure, why not. Come on, fuck me, baby,” she let out, teasing him. Ethan grimaced as he really felt the pain in his balls. “Damn, you. It will be your fault if I can’t give you a baby,” he mumbled. Claire’s eyes widened, and something burst out inside her. “W-What did you just say?” Ethan looked away and tried to stand up, but Claire restrained him from doing it. “W-What did you just say?” she repeated. Ethan glared at her. “Just fuck yourself alone!” he yelled. Claire’s palm landed on his cheek. “Is that how you confess?” Ethan frowned. “What are you, a gold? Excuse me, and I don’t like you!” he exclaimed. Claire formed a sly smirk on her lips. “Okay, I just pretend that I didn’t hear it. Anyway, if you need me—” “Just get out of my office,” Ethan interrupted, trying to suppress the embarrassment that he was feeling on the inside. Damn you, Ethan; he cursed inside him.