Book 1
Clarisse Thronen (Aka Clara): Hella attitude and fine as hell.
Aiden Martin: Billionaire, with a past that causes him to never want to love.
When the two meet, hatred is there. But will love complete them?
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Clara
Since I missed my ride thanks to that bastard, I had to take the bus.
As I walked into the bus, the driver gave a low whistle.
"Well good night gorgeous. Where can I take you?" he asked.
I studied his face. He seemed young, around 19 with brown eyes and smooth brown skin that would make any girl run wild. But he's too young.
Mess with his head.
I laughed and then leaned towards him. His breath hitched and I could tell he wasn't expecting that.
"Anywhere you want to handsome." I whispered.
I leaned back to look at him. His eyes were wide open in shock and so was his mouth. I winked at him and took my seat.
The bus ride was long and silent. I felt men staring at me, but I ignored them. Which was very hard, feeling eyes on my legs that I wanted to blacken so badly.
When I got off, I paid the young man and kissed him on his cheek, which got hot the minute my lips touched them. I laughed.
"Enjoy the rest of yo night suga." I whispered.
Before he could say anything, I walked towards my house, oops, let me rephrase that, my father'shouse.
I opened the door and walked inside, only to see the light being shone in my face. I opened my eyes to see my parents staring at me angrily. I sucked my teeth and watched as my stepmother (Pam) lunged at me but my father held her back.
"Clarisse Angela Thronen, where the hell have you been?!" yelled my father.
I walked towards them,knocking the flashlight out of her hand.
"First of all, it's Clara and second of all, I was at work." I said, slowly trying to calm myself down.
"Doing what? Sucking dick?" asked Pam.
"No Pam, that was your job remember?"
"Clarisse! Watch the way you speak to her! She's your mother!" yelled my father in his harsh demanding tone.
I looked around. "Which mother? What mother? I don't see my mother. Oh wait, cause she left this world while you married her fucking sister!" I spat back angrily.
"Watch your language!"
I scoff and roll my eyes " And why should I? I am a grown woman. I'll say and do as I please!"
"Well if you're a grown woman, get your own house!" yelled Pam.
"Dad, could you tell your ho to shut up?" I asked.
