Clair's Perspective
I stepped inside, bidding a hasty goodbye to Elisa. She looked surprised at my early exit, but I quickly lied, claiming I was tired. Inside, I was seething. The irritation bubbled beneath my skin; I wanted to slap him for a multitude of reasons—chief among them was his obnoxious behavior that morning and, of course, the fact that he hadn't informed me about this event. It felt like I was working for him rather than the other way around.
As I approached the waiting limo, I felt a hand grasp my elbow. I turned to see him standing there, a smug expression plastered on his face.
"Let go of me, please," I said, keeping my voice low and firm.
"Please don't make a scene, Clair. The event isn't finished," he replied, his tone almost condescending.
I laughed bitterly. "Didn't you start it without me? Finish it without me. It should be easy for you." With that, I brushed off his hands and climbed into the vehicle.
Back at the hotel, I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I had to admit, there was a spark between us when we danced. He had a softer side that intrigued me, but it was evident he only saw me as new staff. I wrapped myself in my blanket, still wearing my gown, and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up early, took a long bath, and stepped out of my room. I leaned against the door, closing my eyes, just waiting for him to leave. I could hear him closing his laptop, and when I opened my eyes, he was heading to the fridge for a beer. I closed my eyes again, hoping he would disappear from my sight.
"Are you just going to stand there?" he asked, taking a sip of his beer.
"Are you going to keep me updated with plans and stop acting like an ass?" I shot back, trying to keep my composure.
I heard him chuckle. When I opened my eyes, he was standing closer, leaning his weight against me, staring into my eyes. My heart raced, that familiar tingling sensation creeping up my skin again. I wanted to say something cutting, but instead, I found myself captivated by his perfect green eyes.
"You see, Clair, I don't need to keep you up to date with anything, babe. We're just acquaintances." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "You didn't sign those papers, and until you do, I'll do what I want. Got that?"
My lips went dry. I had completely forgotten about the paperwork. Feeling foolish, I wet my lips and followed his gaze, only to feel that fluttering sensation again. He leaned closer, and just as I opened my mouth to speak, there was a knock at the door. He stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets. I exhaled, making my way to the door, trying to appear calm.
Opening it, I was greeted by a florist holding a bouquet of red roses. I glanced back at Sinn, but he groaned and retreated to his room.
"Are you Mrs. Hart?" the florist asked.
"Yes, I am," I replied.
"These are for you, ma'am." She handed me the roses and gestured for me to sign a receipt.
After signing, she left, and I inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers, resting them on the kitchen counter. I noticed a white envelope hidden beneath the roses and opened it.
Dear Clair,
I hope to see you again when you return to Paris. It was nice meeting you.
Yours Truly,
Raphael Durand.I felt my cheeks flush. I had completely forgotten about him after fleeing from Sinn the previous night. I picked up the roses again, savoring their fragrance.
That day, I immersed myself in my favorite book, trying to avoid the living room where Sinn was. I was still at a loss for words, frustrated that he hadn't bothered to inform me about the plans.
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Broken Mirrors
RomanceClair Hart decides to move out and live with her father in Manhattan after her mother died. Trying to get away from the lonely house, she finds her self in a bigger problem. George Hart, Clair's father makes her the owner of his company after it me...