Ch. 271..280

Her First Time +a Pearls

Claire gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "That dress was worth a fortune, Adam! And you just tore it?!"

"I'll buy you hundreds of them if you want, baby," he murmured, his voice rough with desire, as his eyes. drank in her exposed body and lingered on her round, full breasts. "Fuck, baby girl, you're so fucking sexy."

Her cheeks flushed deeply and her nipples hardened under his intense gaze, and before she could process what was happening, he lowered his head and captured her sensitive peak in his mouth. The sudden sensation left Claire breathless, feeling as if her entire body had ignited.

"Oh, God!" she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer, overwhelmed by the intensity.

"No, baby," Adam growled against her skin, his voice rough with need. "Scream my name." Without hesitation, he grabbed the thin fabric of her panties and ripped them away, the sound echoing in the

room.

Claire trembled under the sheer force of his passion, her body responding instinctively to his touch. Before she could catch her breath, his hand slid between her thighs, and he pushed a finger deep inside her, A loud, startled cry escaped her lips. "Ah!" she moaned, clutching his shoulders for balance as her body arched toward him.

"Shit, baby, you're so tight and dripping for me," Adam muttered through clenched teeth, feeling the way her pussy gripped his finger. His teeth grazed her sensitive nipple, sending shivers down Claire's spine, while his large hand firmly kneaded her other breast. Then, as if savoring every inch of her, he switched his mouth to her other peak, teasing and lavishing it with attention.

Claire felt like her body was on fire, every nerve igniting under his touch. She never felt like this before. No man had ever touched her. The sensations Adam was stirring in her were too much to bear, and before she could even adjust her mind, waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her climax hit hard, leaving her crying out and trembling uncontrollably in his arms.

Adam froze for a moment, watching her. Her body quivered wildly, her cries of pleasure filling the room. He was mesmerized, unable to tear his eyes away as she unraveled completely in his embrace. The sight of her losing herself so fully to him was intoxicating. Adam's finger remained buried inside her, teasing her sensitive walls as her wetness dripped around it. His other hand pinched her swollen nipple, twisting gently to send another jolt of sensation through her. Claire gasped, her body still trembling, as the waves of her orgasm slowly began to subside.

She finally opened her eyes, meeting Adam's intense gaze. The hunger on his face was undeniable, a feral need that made her heart race. He looked like a man on the verge of devouring his last meal.

"I need to be inside you, baby girl," he said, his voice husky and raw. Pulling away, he quickly unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down along with his boxers in one fluid motion. His thick, hard length sprang free, slapping against his stomach with a commanding presence.

Claire's breath hitched as her eyes widened. She couldn't help but lick her lips, mesmerized by the sight of his cock-the very thing that was about to claim her and take her virginity. Nervous anticipation filled her chest, and she bit her lip, her heart pounding in both excitement and trepidation.

Adam noticed the flicker of fear in Claire's eves and his heart sank Dicannointment and terror grinned him at the thought she might change her mind. He wasn't sure if he could pull himself back from this moment, but if she didn't want it, he'd respect her decision and stop, no matter how much it hurt.

"Do you still want this, wife?" he asked softly, leaning closer. His lips brushed against hers, capturing her bottom lip gently between his teeth, tugging lightly before soothing the sting with a deep lingering kiss.

"Yes," she breathed out, her doubts dissolving as she surrendered to the desire coursing through her. Adam smirked, pressing a playful kiss to her nose before pulling back.

His hand wrapped around his length, stroking himself a few times. Claire's breath hitched as her eyes dropped to his dick. Her lips parted as she watched the way his large, impressive member throbbed in his grip, growing harder with every stroke.

But then uncertainty crept in, and she swallowed nervously. How would he react when he found out she was inexperienced? Would she be enough for him?

"Fuck!" Adam cursed, his expression shifting suddenly, frustration flashing across his face.

"What happened?" Claire asked, her voice laced with confusion and a hint of nervousness, unsure of what had changed his mood so abruptly.

"I'm not carrying a condom," he groaned, closing his eyes as the strain of self-control washed over him. Stopping now felt impossible-torturous, even.

"Me neither," Claire admitted softly, chewing on her bottom lip. Of course, neither of them had anticipated sex when they came here to attend the wedding.

Adam opened his eyes, locking them onto hers. He let out a shaky breath before murmuring, "I don't want sto stop, love."

Claire's body ached with desire, her pulse racing as she felt the heat between them. She wanted him, needed him, and the thought of him pulling away now was unbearable.

Pulling him closer, her voice barely above a whisper, she said, "Then don't stop."

Adam swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he asked one last time, "Are you sure, angel?"

"Very sure. Please, make love to me," she pleaded, her voice trembling with anticipation as he lowered his head and pressed his lips to the sensitive spot on her neck, sucking hard and leaving his love bite there.

Grasping her soft, smooth thighs, he gently parted her legs and settled between them. He pulled her closer, carefully lifting her hips to adjust her angle. Claire's body tensed as she realized; it was now time. Sensing her tension, Adam's hands moved lightly over her thighs, massaging them with care.

"Relax, baby," he murmured, planting soft kisses along the inside of her thighs, his voice soothing yet filled with raw desire.

He positioned himself, the thick head of his length teasing her entrance. With a quick, firm thrust, he breached her, his member pushing deep into her untouched core and taking her virginity.

"Ah!!!" Claire cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her body adjusted to the intense sensation.

The pain was more intense than she had expected. Adam froze, realizing what had just happened.

"Are you... a virgin?" he murmured in disbelief, his gaze locked on her flushed, beautiful face as a tear rolled down her closed eye.

Claire couldn't respond. She was still trying to endure the burning pain that pulsed through her, but she didn't want him to pull away. Adam remained still, gently caressing her thighs while leaning down to suck her sensitive swollen nipples, trying to help her forget the pain and adjust to him. After a few moments, Claire opened her eyes, her teary gaze meeting Adam's concerned one. She pulled him down toward her and kissed him, and he let out a relieved sigh.

"Why didn't you tell me it was your first time?" he asked softly, wiping her tears away before kissing her cheeks and eyes tenderly.

"Does it make a difference to you?" she asked-nervously, afraid he might reject her.

"Yes, baby," he said, his voice soft and filled with mixed emotions. "Because now I want to make you feel amazing, worshipping you all night long." He moved his hips slowly, and Claire winced slightly.

"Relax, little dove. After this, I'll only give you pleasure nothing less. Trust me, wife," he reassured her.

"I trust you, husband," Claire replied, smiling shyly, and Adam's heart fluttered with excitement at hearing her calling him: Husband!

Adam hooked his arms under Claire's knees and pulled her closer, slowly increasing his pace. His movements grew deeper and more deliberate, and soon Claire's gasps and soft cries turned into moans of pleasure. She lost herself in the feeling, overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside her. As Adam picked up speed, his motions grew rough and hard and Claire's body responded with equal intensity, taking them both to new heights of ecstasy.

His body tightened, and he could feel himself swelling, his movements growing more intense inside her.

"Baby, I'm going to cum inside you," he warned, his voice tight with restraint, as he didn't want to pull out. Claire didn't protest, her silence speaking volumes-she wanted it just as much.

He rammed her wet cunt harder, plunging faster, deeper, and in a moment of urgency, he stilled, groaning her name as he reached his climax, spilling his seeds inside her fertile womb. Claire felt her husband's hot cum filling her completely, leaking out of their intimate connection and trailing down her milky thighs. They lay there, connected, holding each other and catching their breaths. Suddenly, Adam shifted their position, guiding Claire to lie on top of him as he rested on his back.

"Ride me, baby," he whispered, his hands guiding her hips as he thrust upward, wanting to feel every inch of her.

Claire's head tilted back, her body moving with his rhythm as she began to ride him, the sensation of their connection building. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and the room echoed with their heavy breathing, moans, and the rhythmic creak of the bed beneath them. Adam's eyes never left Claire's face, and he felt something shift deep within him. She had given herself to him, chosen him to be her first. Did that mean she trusted him-not just with her body, but with her heart?

She fit so perfectly against him, as though she had been made just for him. He had never experienced anything like this with anyone else. The way she felt around him was so right, so complete-it was overwhelming.

Chapter 272

Claire woke up to the sound of Adam's phone ringing early in the morning. Her body felt tired, a sweet ache lingering as a reminder of their passionate lovemaking the night before. She smiled to herself, realizing she was lying in Adam's bed, her head resting on his bare chest. He was still sound asleep, looking so calm and relaxed-something she rarely saw.

In all her years working for Adam Whitmore, she had never known him to share his bed with anyone, let alone allow them to stay the night in his private space. Adam was notoriously private and fiercely protective of his personal boundaries.

She knew about his casual flings as his PR manager, and while she understood this encounter might mean nothing to him. It was just another fleeting moment in his carefully controlled life.

But for her, that night was a memory she knew she would cherish for a lifetime. Sighing softly, she stole another glance at his handsome face, tempted to lean in and kiss him good morning. Yet, she reminded herself-he was out of her league. She couldn't hope for more than what she'd already had.

Carefully, Claire sat up, trying not to disturb his sleep. Adam seemed so deeply asleep that even the persistent ringing of his phone didn't stir him. Curious, she glanced at the screen and saw the name Mia, Adam's first love.

A pang of reality hit her, pulling her back to the ground. Torn, she hesitated. Should she answer the call on his behalf or silence it? After a moment, she decided it wasn't her place it was his personal matter. She wasn't his real wife, after all, and there was nothing in their contract that gave her the right to intervene in his private life. So she let the phone kept ringing.

Claire glanced at herself, realizing she was still completely naked-and so was Adam. They had fallen asleep in each other's arms after losing count of how many times they'd had that passionate sex the night before. A blush crept across her cheeks as she recalled how her contract husband had been so possessive, unable to get enough of her, refusing to stop or even pull out of her. Not only he had made her cum in ways she never thought possible, leaving, but he also relesed his hot seeds inside her so many times that she could still feel her thighs stcicky and the lingering wetness between her legs while her pussy was still, slick and throbbing, feeling like his monstrous dick was still inside it.

She bit her lips, averting her eyes form her husabnd's hot body, and shifting them to the room. She found her torn designer dress crumpled on the floor. She winced, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. She quietly got out of bed. The moment her feet hit the floor, a soft moan escaped her lips as her legs wobbled, nearly giving out beneath her. The ache between her thighs was a fresh, unignorable reminder of the night before.

He was big-no, huge. The thought made her face heat up again, and she shook her head, trying to focus. Mustering all her strength, Claire gathered her torn clothes and tiptoed out of the bedroom, stumbling slightly as she moved toward the living room where she had been staying during their trip.

Once there, she picked out a pair of denim shorts and a white top from her suitcase. According to their original plan, they were scheduled to check out of the suite today, as Adam had a movie shoot lined up for the evening.

Each step was a challenge, her sore muscles protesting with every move. She winced, muttering curses under her breath and blaming Adam entirely for her current state. With bedroom skills like his, it was no wonder he was so popular with women.

The persistent ringing of his phone finally pushed Adam to his limit. Half-asleep and irritated, he considered throwing it against the wall to silence it for good. But as he groaned and frowned, reluctantly picking up the device, his mood shifted when he saw the name on the screen: Mia.

Clearing his throat, he answered in a throaty, sleep-laden voice. "Good morning, Mia."

"Adam, are you okay? You left without informing anyone and didn't pick up my calls. I was so worried," Mia said, her voice rapid with concern.

Adam cursed under his breath. He

had been so frustrated last night after seeing Claire with her boyfriend that he had completely forgotten about Mia's vow renewal ceremony and left her without any explanation. But in that moment, nothing bad seemed more important than Claire. The thought startled him and he rubbed his forehead in frustration before answering.

"Mia, Claire and I were just really tired, so we went to our room early. I didn't notice your calls; my phone was on silent," he explained, hoping Mia would buy the excuse.

“Ah, that's fine. Take care, and let me know if you need anything," Mia replied.

"Thanks, Mia. Are you guys leaving for your honeymoon today?" Adam asked, recalling Alessandro and Matteo's conversation about their honeymoon plans during Matteo's bachelor party.

"Yes, we are on our way to the airport," Mia whispered, and Adam could hear the shyness in her voice. "Emily and Matteo are heading to Mauritius for their honeymoon, while Alessandro and I are going to Switzerland. The kids are coming with us." Adam chuckled, shaking his head. Only Mia would take kids on her honeymoon.

"Have fun, okay?!" he said, before they exchanged their goodbyes.

Once the call ended, Adam looked around the room for Claire, but she was nowhere to be found. He stood up, grabbed his boxers from the floor, and slipped them on. He made his way to the ensuite bathroom, but she wasn't there either.

Adam furrowed his brow in

confusion, standing in the middle of

the room, his hands resting on his hips as he tried to piece together what had happened. After a moment of contemplation, he stormed out of the room and into the living area. That's when he found Claire, stepping out of the guest bathroom with her hair damp from a shower.

Claire was taken aback to see Adam standing there in nothing but his boxers, but she quickly composed herself and offered him a soft smile.

"Good morning. You aren't ready yet?!" she asked, not meeting his gaze as she grabbed her hair brush and makeup kit. "We have to check out on time. I checked with the pilot, and your private jet is ready. So hurry up if you don't want to miss your evening shoot," she reminded him, heading back into the bathroom.

Adam stood there, confused and uncertain about what had happened to his wife this morning. Last night, everything had seemed fine. He lingered in the living area, waiting for Claire to come out of the bathroom, but she didn't.

His nostrils flared as frustration

began to build inside him. He

wanted to go into the bathroom, confront her about her sudden indifference, demand an

explanation. But he held back,

fighting the urge to let his angel

o scare her

control. He didn't want to scare her off with his intensity and intimidating behavior. Maybe she just needed some time. And perhaps, once they got back home, things would return to normal.

 

Chapter 273

Irresistible Charming

Adam went to the bathroom to get ready while Claire ordered breakfast and began packing his things. She was busy gathering his belongings and placing them in his bags when he stepped out of the shower, a towel slung low around his waist. He ran a hand through his damp hair, and a few water droplets slid down his toned chest, disappearing where the towel was loosely tied. Claire's eyes instinctively followed the droplets, drawn to his impeccably defined abs. Before she realized it, she licked her lips, unable to look away, her gaze lingering where the last droplet vanished.

Claire's breath hitched, and her throat went dry as she took in the sight of her husband, so hot and sexy.

"Like what you see?" Adam teased, his voice low and amused. A smirk played on his lips as he caught her openly ogling him. "You know, you don't have to stand so far away. You can come closer... and touch," he added, his tone dripping with playful mischief. Claire quickly averted her gaze, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she fumbled nervously with the zipper of the bag, trying to close it. Adam stood there silently, watching her clumsy attempt to avoid the situation. With a soft sigh, he walked over and gently covered her hands with his, effortlessly zipping the bag for her.

Claire inhaled sharply, momentarily forgetting to breathe as his cool, damp chest brushed against her back, his large frame enveloping her. The brief contact sent a shiver down her spine, and when he finally stepped away, she exhaled shakily. The unspoken tension between them was thick, leaving Claire unsure of how to react. Last night had been a moment of impulse, but now, she didn't know what Adam wanted or how to address it.

To her relief, the doorbell rang, giving her the perfect excuse to escape.

"It must be breakfast," she muttered under her breath, hurrying to the door as if Adam were a live wire she needed to avoid.

Claire called the butler inside and instructed him to set the trays on the table. When breakfast was served on the table, Adam stepped out of his room, dressed in a black T-shirt and faded denim jeans. His casual look exuded effortless style, and Claire couldn't help but find him incredibly irresistible. Her heart fluttered as she stole a quick glance, hoping he wouldn't notice the effect he had on her.

After finishing their meal, they checked out of the hotel. Adam's assistant handled the payment, allowing Adam and Claire to head straight to the car waiting for them. The drive to the airport was quiet.

At the airport, Adam's private jet was ready on the tarmac. Once onboard, Claire instinctively took a seat in the far corner, as she always did, giving the superstar his space. She knew his routine by now-he liked to spend his travel time alone, going over scripts, preparing for scenes, or rehearsing his lines. It was part of the carefully curated rhythm of his life, one she never wanted to disrupt.

But Adam wasn't pleased to see Claire sitting at the far corner. His instinct urged him to call her over to sit beside him, but instead, he stood and made his way to where she was. Without a word, he sat down next to her, ignoring the spacious seat he usually occupied in the middle, complete with all his travel necessities.

Claire closed the book she was reading, puzzled by his choice. Adam never left his usual spot during flights, especially to sit in the area reserved for his staff. "Is something wrong?" she asked curiously, her tone cautious.

At first, Adam felt the urge to snap, to tell her that her sitting so far away was what was wrong. But he caught himself, deciding instead to match her calm demeanor. "Nothing is wrong. Why do you ask?" he replied in a soft, measured tone.

"You're not sitting in your usual seat, and the flight is about to take off," Claire pointed out hesitantly.

"Am I not free to sit wherever I want?" he countered with a challenging smirk, leaning closer to her as he reached over and secured her seatbelt.

Claire didn't reply, her cheeks warming as she quickly averted her gaze. She reopened her book, pretending to read, though her focus was entirely elsewhere.

Adam's behavior felt strange to

her-different from the arrogant and

indifferent movie star Adam Whitmore she had come to know Why was Adam Whitmore acting so strangely today-not at all like his usual self?

 

Chapter 274

Unknown Feeling

The jet took off, and after a while, the air hostess came by, serving the meal. "What would you prefer for meal, Mr. Whitmore?" she asked, her voice sensual and slow.

Claire lifted her eyes from her book and noticed the air hostess trying a little too hard to be seductive. She had unbuttoned a few more buttons of her blouse than necessary, revealing her round bosom, and her skirt was riding unnecessarily high, exposing more of her thighs. The woman's eyes were fixed on Adam, clearly admiring him.

Claire rolled her eyes. She had seen women trying to get Adam's attention before, and she knew that if he even smiled at them once, it would be their most cherished moment. But to the air hostess's disappointment, Adam didn't even glance at her. He kept reading his iPad, replying in his usual cold tone, "Ask my wife. I'll eat whatever she orders."

Claire's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the superstar, her eyes wide with shock. When did this miracle happen?

The air hostess seemed taken aback for a moment, before quickly masking her surprise. She turned to Claire and asked sternly, "What would you like to order?"

"Mrs. Whitmore!" Adam snapped, his voice carrying a deadly intensity that made the air hostess flinch.

"She is Mrs. Whitmore to you? Address her properly," Adam looked up from his iPad, his glare aimed at the air hostess, his eyes sharp and piercing.

The air hostess swallowed hard, murmuring, "I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore."

Adam nodded, dismissing her as he returned his attention to his iPad.

Claire felt a twinge of sympathy for the air hostess, but she knew how moody her superstar husband could be. It wasn't easy being on the receiving end of his sharp tone.

"What would you like to order, Mrs. Whitmore?" This time, the air hostess's voice was exceptionally sweet and respectful.

Claire knew what Adam preferred for his meals, so she ordered a low-carb, protein-rich meal for him and a sandwich for herself, as she wasn't feeling too hungry but needed to munch on something. "Would you like some wine as well?" the hostess asked politely.

"Yes, please," Claire replied, then returned to the page she had been reading.

She stole a quick glance at her husband and found that he was indifferent to what was happening around him, or perhaps he was just too engrossed in the script he was reading to notice.

Lunch was brought by the air hostess and neatly served on the dining table in the private jet. After setting everything up, she came to call Adam and Claire.

"Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore, I've set the table," the air hostess said politely.

Claire waited for Adam to respond, but when he remained silent, she sighed and turned to the air hostess. "Thank you. We'll be there shortly," she replied with a polite nod.

Adam finally put his iPad aside and stood up, extending his hand toward Claire. She was stunned for a moment but brushed it off, assuming it was still part of his public display to keep up the appearance of a happy couple. Hesitantly, she placed her hand in his, letting him lead her to the table.

To her surprise, he pulled out a chair for her and waited for her to sit before taking his own seat. Claire picked up her sandwich and began eating quietly, unsure of what to make of his behavior.

As she focused on her meal, Adam unexpectedly took some of the food from his plate and placed it on hers. She blinked in surprise, looking up at him, but his face gave away nothing as he casually began eating his own meal.

"No, I only want the sandwich. This food is for you," Claire said, shaking her head slightly.

"Eat," Adam ordered firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You're already underweight and need to eat more from now on," he mumbled, scooping a spoonful of food and lifting it toward her mouth.

Claire was stunned and tried to

protest, but before she could form a

coherent response, Adam gently but insistently pushed the spoonful of food into her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock as she chewed, processing both the food and the bizarre shift in his behavior. She couldn't help but wonder if Adam Whitmore had hit his head somewhere to be acting so strangely around her.

After lunch, Claire stood up to return to her seat, but Adam caught her hand, stopping her mid-step. Without a word, he led her to his seat-the spacious, well-equipped spot he usually preferred. Sensing that it might be necessary to sit together to avoid rumors or gossip, she murmured, "I'll just bring my book from my seat."

"The book will be brought," Adam replied curtly, refusing to let her go. "You sit here," he insisted.

True to his word, the air hostess appeared moments later, carrying Claire's book. She handed it to her with a polite smile before retreating. Claire settled into the window seat, expecting Adam to sit across from her. To her surprise, he sat right beside her, his presence close, almost protective, as if he wasn't willing to leave her side.

Claire didn't realize when she drifted off while reading her book. Her peaceful sleep was gently interrupted when Adam softly caressed her arm and face, his voice low as he woke her. "The jet has landed, wifey, and wake up," he said gently.

Blinking awake, Claire noticed a comforter draped over her. Surprised, she glanced at Adam, who was busy gathering her belongings. She yawned, pushing the comforter aside, and unfastened her seatbelt.

"I can take it," she offered, reaching for her things, but Adam didn't let her. Instead, he ignored her attempt, taking her hand and leading her to the jet's exit. His grip was firm yet gentle, and his bodyguards quickly rose from their seats to handle his belongings. Adam, however, kept hold of Claire's hand, focusing solely on her.

Carefully, he guided her down the ladder steps. The cool night air hit them as they stepped outside, making Claire shiver as the chill seeped into her skin. The sun had long set, and the first stars began to appear in the darkening sky.

As they stepped onto the tarmac, Adam took the jacket he was holding over his arm and draped it over her shoulders. Claire instinctively pulled it tighter around herself, grateful for the warmth it provided.

When they finally stepped out of the

airport, the paparazzi swarmed

around, cameras flashing

incessantly, all vying to capture a glimpse of Adam Whitmore. But he didn't stop. Wrapping his arm around Claire, he shielded her from the unnecessary attention of the paparazzi, continuing to guide her directly to the car. He opened the door for her and helped her inside, then stood outside himself, placing his hands on the car frame. He looked at her with an unknown emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Babe, I'm heading straight to the shoot location in another car," he whispered softly, his voice sincere. "I'll try to come home soon, but don't stay up late, okay?"

Before she could respond, he leaned in, gently cupping her face in his hands. His lips crashed onto hers with urgency, parting her lips with his as he kissed her deeply and longer than usual. Claire froze, unsure how to feel. It didn't seem like a public display for the

paparazzi. However... it felt real.

Chapter 275

Scheming

"She refused to give the money!" Daniel ranted, his face flushed with anger.

His rage stemmed not only from Claire's defiance but also from the humiliation he suffered at Adam Whitmore's hands. The superstar had beaten him, and his bodyguards had made it clear he was not to involve the police or create a public scandal. Though Daniel received a hefty compensation, his wounded pride demanded revenge.

"That bitch is going to pay for it," Hannah snarled, her tone dripping with venom. She couldn't believe Claire had the audacity to stand up for herself, let alone fight back.

"Calm down, both of you," Luke, Claire's uncle, said firmly, though his voice remained calm. "Let me talk to her. She won't disobey me."

"That's exactly your problem, Luke," Eva, his wife, snapped, her tone sharp. "You still think your precious little niece is the same innocent girl. She's not. She's grown clever and knows how to fight back."

Luke scowled, his expression darkening at Eva's harsh words. "So what do you expect me to do? Beat her? Torture her? She's my brother's daughter, for God's sake! The last memory I have of him!" he shouted, frustration breaking through his usual composure. "Huh! That ungrateful niece of yours has never paid back for you taking her in when she had no family!" Eva shot back with venom. "You gave her a roof over her head, provided for her, and this is how she repays you?"

Her disgust was evident. Eva hated Claire and never liked her. If it weren't for Luke, she wouldn't have allowed Claire to stay in their house.

"But you also took the wealth and property her parents left for her," Luke shot back, his tone sharper than usual. "And I only did what was my duty to her."

The comment made Eva even more furious, her face twisting with anger.

However, Claire didn't know about the wealth and property her parents had left her, money and assets that had been squandered in gambling and spent by Eva and Luke.

"Stop it, both of you!" Daniel bellowed, his frustration boiling over. "All this fighting, and no one's offering a solution!" He glared at Eva and Luke, who fell silent, though they continued to scowl at each other, their anger simmering beneath the surface. "Mom! Dad! What am I going to do now?" Hannah whined, throwing her hands in the air. "That bitch has stopped all my recommendations, and now I'll be out of any modeling campaigns in a month!"

"Why didn't you work properly to make your own name, Hannah?" Luke snapped at his daughter, his patience wearing thin. "You've been in the industry for years. If you had taken your work seriously, you wouldn't need any

Qu

recommendations."

"It's easy for you to give advice, Dad," Hannah scoffed, crossing her arms. "But the same applies to you—you're nothing but a useless father! That's why I need recommendations!" she spat, her tone dripping with disrespect. Luke's jaw clenched, but he didn't respond, the sting of his daughter's words cutting deep.

Daniel was tired of the endless family bickering and interrupted again, his voice booming through the room.

"Enough!" He rose from his seat with

an intimidating presence. "I see none of you have a single solution to offer." Heglared at the squabbling Simon family, his frustration evident. "But do have a plan," he announced, his words instantly drawing the room's attention.

Everyone's eyes lit up with expectation.

"What do you have in mind, Daniel?" Hannah asked, her lips curling into a seductive smile.

"I know how to capitalize on the information I have about Adam Whitmore's marriage," Daniel said with a cunning smirk.

"Are you going to leak it to the press?" Eva's eyes widened in realization, her voice laced with excitement.

"Of course not," Daniel replied,

shaking his head with an amused smile. "I'm not that foolish. Giving

the press that kind of information et

won't get me what I need. But," he added, his smirk growing darker, "I know someone else who would be fa more interested-and willing to pay for it."

His declaration made the cunning trio's eyes gleam with wicked intent as they exchanged knowing looks, their expressions mirroring Daniel's scheming smile.

 

Chapter 276

Sleepwalking

Adam returned home after midnight. The house was silent and dark. He assumed Claire might be asleep. He made his way to the bedroom, expecting to find her there, but she wasn't. Disappointment washed over him.

He then headed to the guest room Claire had been using. Without knocking, he pushed the door open and found her asleep inside. He wasn't pleased to see her sleeping there. Although it had been their arrangement to sleep in separate rooms, something about it

suddenly felt wrong, and he realized he wanted her to be in his bedroom instead.

Something had truly changed after their visit to Florence, and Adam found himself wanting his contract wife even more. They had been living together in the house after their wedding, both fighting their mutual attraction and pretending indifference. But after making love to Claire, Adam found it incredibly difficult to stay away from her. He wanted her, and he wasn't going to deny it. Though he wasn't sure how Claire felt, he sensed that she wanted him too. He was sure about it after experiencing how passionate she had been with him last night. Standing in the doorway with his hands in his jeans pockets, he just watched her sleep, her face relaxed in peace, her breathing steady.

Claire had curled up into a ball, her face serene, looking like a child at rest. His anger, the frustration of the day, began to melt away as he stared at her, lost in the tranquility she brought. A hopeless smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

He walked quietly toward the bed, his footsteps soft on the floor, and gently scooped Claire up into his arms. Still sound asleep, she instinctively snuggled closer to his chest, clinging to him for warmth. Adam carried her to his bedroom and carefully laid her down on the bed. He pulled the covers over her, tucking her in with a tenderness and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Afterward, he removed his t-shirt and jeans, slipping under the covers next to her. Claire immediately wrapped her arms around him, cuddling into his side as if he were her favorite teddy bear, still fast asleep. Adam held her close, the weight of the long, tiring night shoot weighing on him. But with Claire in his arms, he felt an unexpected sense of peace. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep as well, content and at ease for the first time in a while.

The next morning, Claire woke up snuggled against something warm and hard. Her still-sleepy mind struggled to make sense of the sensation. When she shifted slightly, she realized she was trapped in a pair of strong, muscular arms. Panic set in, and she tried to push the heavy, unyielding body away.

"Let me go!" she whimpered, squirming against the steely embrace.

"Don't move," Adam groaned, pulling her closer, tightening his grip around her and pressing her face more to his chest.

The deep, husky voice jolted Claire to full awareness as she recognized who was sleeping next to her. She froze, he breath hitching as reality slammed into her. This wasn't her bed. In fact, this wasn't even her

room. It was Adam's room, and she

was lying in his bed!

Her eyes widened as she pieced it together. How had this happened? She distinctly remembered falling asleep in her own bed in the guest room. Had she sleepwalked into Adam's bedroom? How else could this be possible? Biting her lip nervously, Claire's mind raced, filled with worry about how Adam would react when he realized she was in his bed.

She tried to free herself from his unyielding grasp, but Adam's arms were like steel, holding her firmly in place. Realizing she had no chance of breaking free on her own, she nervously shook him and whispered, "Adam... Adam!"

Adam stirred slightly, a low groan

escaping his lips as he shifted in his sleep. The exhaustion from his late night weighed heavily on him, and he desperately wanted more rest. But the soft, pleading sound of her voice calling his name drew him from the depths of slumber. His eyes fluttered half-open, and he loosened his hold just enough to let her move, allowing her to tilt her head and meet his gaze.

Claire's breath caught in her throat, her heart skipping a beat. His face, framed by the morning light, looked irresistibly handsome, even in his drowsy state. How could someone look so effortlessly perfect even after just waking up?

"Good morning, wifey," Adam rasped, his voice rough yet warm. Before Claire could process his words, he leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that left her wide-eyed and utterly stunned.

Chapter 277

A Morning Like This hunger that left her dizzy.

Adam's lips were gentle yet desperate as they moved slowly against Claire's, coaxing an involuntary moan from her. The sound seemed to ignite something deeper in him, and when she parted her lips to catch her breath, his tongue slid inside, claiming her mouth with a His hands moved to her thigh, gripping it firmly as he pulled it over his hips, settling himself between her legs. Her breath hitched when she felt his hard and huge-sized morning wood pressing against her stomach.

Claire's head spun and her senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensations her husband was igniting in her.

In one swift movement, Adam rolled Claire onto her back, his fingers lacing with hers as he pinned her hands above her head. His movements were deliberate, his body pressing against hers as his hips rocked, the friction between them sending heat coursing through her. Claire's eyes widened in realization, a mix of shock and confusion flickering across her face.

She tried to pull away, breaking their heated kiss, but Adam wouldn't let her go so easily. When she struggled more insistently, he frowned and reluctantly pulled back, though he still hovered over her, his breath mingling with hers.

"What's wrong, wifey?" he husked, his deep voice thick with confusion. His eyes roamed over her face very tenderly.

Claire's chest rose and fell as she still tried to catch her breath. "We... we can't do this, Adam," she finally managed, her voice trembling.

"But why?" he asked, his brow furrowing in frustration.

"The contract," Claire admitted hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can't do this. It breaches the rules." She bit her lower lip, her gaze darting away as shame and uncertainty swirled in her eyes.

Adam released one of her hands, freeing his own, and gently reached for her chin, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to meet his intense gaze. His fingers were warm against her skin, his touch soft yet commanding.

"Fuck the contract," Adam whispered, his tone firm, his eyes locked on hers with unyielding determination. "If you're worried about the penalties, I'll bear them. Every single clause. So don't worry, wife."

Claire's eyes widened in disbelief, and she gasped. "That's insane, Adam. Do you even remember what the penalty is? Two... million. For... each breach," she mumbled, swallowing hard.

The terms had already been

breached, and though she was still worried about the consequences, Adam seemed ready to make even more. She knew him well-Adame Whitmore was arrogant, an asshole who always bent situations to his will But this wasn't just a matter of personal power-it was a tegal contract, an agreement they were talking about, and if he had forgotten, Claire was more than

prepared to remind him.

After all, it was he who insisted on adding those clauses, clauses she agreed to only after they had been negotiated carefully. And now, here he was, disregarding them as if they meant nothing.

"What should I do to prove to you

that I am ready to bear any consequences? Do you want me to sign over my entire fortune in your name, my love?" Adam sighed, his voice low and husky as his lips. grazed hers, teasing her with their closeness. Claire sucked a

shuddered breath, intoxicated by her superstar husband's alluring scent. "Because I'd sign anything for you... but..." he murmured, his words trailing off as he nudged her legs apart with his knee, "I want you. Right here! Right now!"

Before she could respond, he captured her lips, sucking gently on her bottom lig before fully claiming her mouth. His kiss was possessive, deep, and unrelenting, as though he were trying to pour all his emotions and desires into the act. His hips jerked forward, grinding against her, the motion drawing a gasp from her as the friction sent a shiver down her spine. The dampness between her thighs betrayed the effect he had on her.

Claire was momentarily stunned by her superstar husband's bold declaration. She wanted to protest, to argue that this was a terrible idea, but the moment Adam began his game of seduction, her willpower wavered. His eyes spoke louder than his words, burning with a How could her poor heart possibly resist? He was like an unstoppable force, an impossibly sexy Greek god, and every move he made pulled her further under his spell. Surrender felt inevitable.

desire that left her breathless, and his actions only made his intentions clearer.

 

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Adam's hands roamed greedily over her sides, tracing every curve as if memorizing her body. Claire's back arched off the mattress, a silent plea for more. Her fingers slid into his hair, pulling him closer, her lips pressing against his with a fervent hunger as their kisses deepened, turning more desperate and insatiable.

Chapter 278 His Sweet Kisses

His hand slipped under her pajama shirt, fingers finding her softness as he cupped her breast, kneading gently but with undeniable need. At the same time, his other hand gripped her bottom firmly, pulling her against him as he ground into her, the friction intensifying the heat between them.

"I want you, Adam," Claire breathed, her voice trembling with desire, as he pulled back briefly, only to press wet, lingering kisses along her cheeks, her chin, and down her neck, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

Hearing her whispered demand made him pause for just a moment, his dark eyes meeting hers. How could he deny her when he'd been dying to hear her say those words? His eyes darkened with lust as he leaned in again, determined to give her everything she craved- and more.

With lightning-fast precision, Adam slid her silk pajama shorts and panties off in one swift motion, while Claire pulled her pajama shirt over her head. In one fluid movement, Adam discarded his boxers and reached behind to unclasp Claire's bra, letting it fall away effortlessly.

Their eyes locked for a brief, electrifying moment, the lust between them palpable. Without hesitation, they lunged at each other, their lips colliding in a passionate, frenzied kiss. Their hands roamed freely, exploring and claiming every inch of one another as if this moment might be their last. Their ragged breaths mingled, and their heartbeats pulsed in perfect sync, matching the intensity of the moment.

Adam positioned himself between her legs again, his body pressing against hers with a commanding intensity. Adam didn't wait-his hips surged forward, and he thrust into her in one smooth motion. Claire gasped, her body arching to meet him as he slid into her slick heat effortlessly. She was already so aroused, so ready for him, that the connection felt as natural as breathing. Their movements became a rhythm, raw and urgent, as they lost themselves in the fire of each other.

"Fuck! Adam!" Claire moaned as he increased his pace, thrusting deeply into her with relentless force.

"Yes, baby! Scream my name, and I'll fuck you harder," he groaned, his lips capturing her nipple, sucking harshly while his teeth flicked over it, eager to elicit another cry of his name from her sweet mouth.

"Ah! You're so rough," Claire cried out, overwhelmed by his relentless, unyielding movements. He was wild, driven by a need to lose himself in her, and he didn't stop, even as her cries filled the air.

"Take it, baby. Take every inch of me," he ordered, gripping her legs and throwing them over his shoulders, angling her hips to penetrate deeper, his desire consuming them both.

"Oh God!" Claire's legs trembled as she whimpered beneath him.

Knowing she was on the edge,

Adam's hand slid between them, his fingers finding her sensitive clitoris. pinching t harder. Claire's body reacted instantly, unraveling as she came, her muscles tightening

around him, milking his length as her

orgasm surged through ber.

Adam's mouth trailed over the soft skin of her shoulder and neck, marking her with deep hickeys, covering her body with his love bites. Claire melted in his arms, spent and content after the mind-blowing release.

But Adam didn't stop. He jerked his

hips harder, his movements becoming rougher, pushing her further. His mouth captured hers i a fierce kiss as he groaned into her lips, kissing her deeper. Claire shivered in his embrace, the waves of pleasure crashing over her again as Adam filled her, his seed spilling into her core.

When they both finally needed a breath, the kiss broke. Though Adam lifted his head, he could not tear his eyes away from Claire's flushed face, crimson with shyness. Claire finally opened her eyes, a content smile playing on her lips as she met Adam's gaze. His eyes were filled with love and a mix of emotions, and for a moment, Claire blinked, wondering if it was just an illusion brought on by the haze of the

head-spinning sex they just had. But the emotions in Adam's eyes lingered.

 

Chapter 279

A Dutiful Wife Suddenly, Adam's phone rang, pulling Claire's attention briefly toward the sound. Adam, however, grabbed her chin and kissed her again, bringing her focus back to him. The phone stopped ringing after a moment, but soon it rang again. Adam groaned, realizing it was time to start his day.

Claire smiled and caressed his face gently. "Take it," she whispered, and Adam took her hand from his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her palm. Claire giggled, adding, "It might be Amelia."

Amelia was Adam's new PR manager, a recommendation from Claire when she had left her job at Adam's request, as part of their arrangement in the marriage. Amelia was Claire's best friend, and she trusted her to handle Adam's PR. With Adam's upcoming movie, backed by a big-budget Hollywood studio, the need for a skilled PR manager was crucial to maintaining his image.

Adam sighed and answered the call. As expected, it was Amelia, informing him that she was waiting downstairs. Reluctantly, he dressed and headed out to meet her. Claire slipped into her pajamas and followed him.

When she reached the living area, she found Amelia briefing Adam about his PR campaign for the day.

"Hi, Amelia. Would you like to have breakfast?" Claire asked, smiling warmly.

"Morning, Claire. No, I'm alright, thank you," Amelia replied, returning her smile before continuing her briefing. But now, she noticed Adam seemed distracted. His attention had shifted entirely to Claire, who had gone to the kitchen to give instructions to the chef about Adam's diet menu for the day.

With the demands of his upcoming movie, Adam had to maintain peak physical shape. The production house had appointed a dietician to monitor his calorie intake and a personal trainer to oversee his daily workouts. Claire ensured everything was in order, knowing how important this movie was for Adam.

Claire always ensured to coordinate with both the dietician and the personal trainer according to Adam's shooting schedule, making daily appointments as needed. Since the superstar often took his prescribed meals to the set, Claire made sure the chefs prepared and packed everything meticulously. She also gave detailed instructions to Adam's assistant, Sammy, reminding him to ensure Adam ate on time.

Meanwhile, Amelia rolled her eyes in mild exasperation as Adam continued to ignore her. She had called his name three times, but he was utterly captivated, watching Claire without so much as a blink. Despite her initial annoyance, Amelia couldn't help but find it romantic. With a teasing smile, she raised her voice, "I think you should just go to the kitchen and watch her from up close. Don't worry, if you don't want to leave her for the campaign, I'll postpone the program."

Adam flushed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "No, it's fine. I'll be there after the shoot," he muttered, maintaining his voice professional and indifferent.

Amelia nodded with a smirk. "I'll text you everything. Just take a moment to read it if you missed anything I explained," she teased playfully.

Adam gave a nonchalant nod, his expression remaining unchanged.

"By the way, Claire looks even more

beautiful today," Amelia said, her tone deliberately mischievous as she watched Adam's reaction. She wasn't disappointed. His eyes instinctively shifted to Claire again, softening as he gazed at her.

"What's so different today, Adam? She's glowing even more," Amelia added with a giggle.

"Shut up, Amelia," Adam frowned. He had no intention of discussing his personal life, especially the private moments he shared with Claire. To him, what happened between them in their bedroom was nobody's

business and he wasn't about to

entertain such conversations.

Just then, Claire returned with Adam's morning detox drink, handing it to him with a gentle smile. It was part of his routine to start his day. "Claire, we have a PR campaign for Adam today, and we'll need you in the evening," Amelia mentioned casually.

Claire's gaze shifted to Adam, silently seeking his input before turning back to Amelia.

"Okay, I'm ready. Tell me what I need to do," Claire said enthusiastically. After all, this was part of their contract marriage, right?!

"You and Adam will go out in the evening as a loving couple to the mall, and I'll arrange for the media to capture the moment," Amelia explained. Claire nodded, understanding the PR tactic. She wasn't new to this game; after all, she'd worked as a PR manager herself for years.

"Cool. I'll be there. Just text me the

location," Claire agreed before

turning to Adam, who still hadn't

taken his eyes off her. Blushing slightly she gave him a soft smile and left for Adam's bedroom

Once there, she got to work. Adam would be back any moment, and as part of her routine, she always chose his outfit for the day before he took his bath.

Standing in front of Adam's extensive wardrobe, Claire tapped her chin thoughtfully, lost in her musings about the perfect ensemble for him. She was so deep in thought that the presence behind her startled her.

Chapter 280 Our Bedroom

A pair of strong, muscular arms circled around Claire's waist, pulling her gently against a broad, firm chest.

"What are you doing, wifey?" Adam's deep, husky voice whispered, sending a soft tremor through her. She shivered slightly at the warmth of his touch as his lips brushed sensually against her earlobe.

Claire glanced over her shoulder with a small smile. "I'm picking out your outfit for today," she replied casually, turning in his arms to face him.

Adam looked down at her. He was surprised at what he was feeling for this incredible woman who was his wife. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't want to let her go. The realization unsettled him-how much he craved her closeness, how his hands seemed unwilling to leave her. "Don't you have to go to the gym?" Claire asked, her tone practical as she met his gaze.

Adam smirked, mischief glinting in his eyes. "Why should I go to the gym when my wife already overworked me this morning?" he teased, his voice low and filled with desire.

Claire's eyes widened in shock at his shameless comment. Her cheeks flushed pink as she gasped, "Jerk!"

Her small hand smacked against his chest, though her soft hand couldn't cause harm but made Adam more amused.

He chuckled lightly, his sexy, deep laughter making Claire's heart flutter. He grabbed her hand from his chest and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, his lips lingering for a moment. "I'm only speaking the truth," he murmured, his grin widening. Claire rolled her eyes, trying to hide her own smile. "You're impossible."

"Okay, baby, the truth is I've already told my director I have a tight schedule today, so I'll work out during the break on set," Adam said, his voice soft as his hands cupped Claire's face. His thumb grazed her bottom lip absentmindedly, sending a shiver down her spine. Claire swallowed hard, struggling to fight the temptation building inside her.

"Should I pack your gym wear as well?" she asked, attempting to step out of his embrace to create some distance. But Adam held her firmly, refusing to let her go.

"No need. I already have gym wear in my vanity van," he replied, his eyes fixed on hers with a playful intensity.

"Get the staff to shift your stuff to our bedroom," Adam said firmly.

Claire froze, her eyes widening in shock. Our bedroom? Wasn't it his bedroom? How had it suddenly become theirs?

"But as per the contract, I should stay-" Claire began to protest.

Adam sighed, cutting her off before she could finish. "You are my wife, and you shouldn't live in a guest room. You belong in our room," he emphasized, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Claire stared at him, trying to make

sense of his sudden change in

attitude. This was the same Adam

Whitmore who was fiercely

protective of his personal space, someone who detested anyone invading it. And now, he was insisting she move into his room?

Then it hit her This must be part of the PR campaign. Perhaps he feared that if news.of them living in separate rooms ever got out, it could tarnish his carefully curated public image. That had to be it-another strategic move for his career.

Taking a steadying breath, Claire nodded, choosing not to argue further. "Okay," she said softly. "Now go take a shower and get ready. You don't want to be late for your shoot," she reminded him gently. Adam frowned dramatically, pulling her closer. "Do I smell bad? Is that why you're trying to get away from me?" he teased, his brows furrowing in mock offense.

Claire's eyes widened. "Oh no! Of course not," she stammered, scowling at his misinterpretation. "But-"

Before she could finish, Adam silenced her with a kiss. His lips captured hers, soft yet insistent, making her melt against him as her protests dissolved into nothingness.

"Even though I smell bad, you still have me, baby," Adam whispered against her lips, his voice soft but filled with a teasing tenderness. He kissed her deeply, the passion of the kiss leaving her breathless. After a moment, he pulled away, his hands gently lifting her into his arms. Claire gasped in surprise as she realized what he was about to do.

"Wait, put me down!" she yelped, trying to stop him.

Adam smirked playfully, his grip tightening as he carried her toward the bathroom. "No, baby, you need to clean me up properly so I smell good for you," Adam teased, his smirk deepening as he carried her into the shower stall and turned on the water.