Claire handed him the burger with her eyes monitoring his expression and he looked extremely disappointed but why? "Here, drink this too, did you eat before coming to my house?"
"Yes," he answered. "Why won't I eat before coming? Not like I'm coming to pick up a queen," he stretched the situation.
"I don't care what you think anymore, someone just dictated how beautiful I am, how precious and how he'd love to have me so... don't try to use your words to make me feel bad. It's not going to work, Donald."
His eyes were always glaring at her. "How good is he anyway?" He asked in anger.
"You wanna know?" She asked. "Of course, you wanna know," she swallowed the piece she was chewing and started.
Corey didn't want to listen to her blabs but he was strangely interested. "Everyone knows my backside is sexier than my front, he said so with this beautiful taming voice, Donald, you should hear his voice, so intimidating, I almost got drunk even when I wasn't drinking, his green eyes undressing me made me feel hot and I began to have these wild thoughts. His lips praising me got me lost in my imaginary world, kissing him will feel like heaven, hmm," she moaned as she had breakfast.
"Is that all?" Corey asked.
"No, there are still more," she told him.
"Well, I'm not interested in knowing how good he is," Corey expressed. "Why will I be? Over you?"
"Of course, I'm a queen," she boasted. "With that ass," she winked. "And he loved it," she added.
The look he threw her way just kept energizing her to provoke him with her words but truly the man with green eyes was attracted to her. Corey, had his lips pouted as he stared at how she adored the man's compliment on her ass and body and what was so good about it? He looked away when her phone rang.
"Oh, it's Israel, sexy Israel!" She exclaimed and stole a glance at him to see if he was affected but he didn't mind her. Although she was aware he could hear her conversation with the green eyes man.
"Tonight?" She asked. Corey looked her way at last with that disapproving expression.
"Claire it's getting late, let's get this done and leave," he uttered in frustration and climbed out of the car without waiting for her to come with him.
Claire frowned, why couldn't he just express his anger and dissatisfaction? He could have just said he didn't like that she was talking to some other man. What a jerk! She glared at his figure as he walked across the cars parked around. "So hot and stupid and clueless," she climbed out of the car. "I'm sorry Israel, not tonight," she said over the phone and hung up without waiting for the caller's say in it.
Claire didn't tell Israel about her having a fiancé or getting married soon. She didn't find it necessary to tell him. Neither did she mention to him that she wasn't single. Actually, they haven't chatted enough to get to ask about their relationship status.
The girl watched him walk, it was different from the way Donald walks, everything about him had been different but she believed it was still Donald because he was still cruel to her but just wasn't as cruel as before.
She went after him and pushed herself into the mall to see him standing and staring at the women around him. Why wasn't there any man to assist with their shopping? She raced to his side and explained to the staff that they were there to shop for the best outfits. Corey looked her way to frown at her.
"So ungrateful," she murmured to herself. Corey walked away causing her to gasp at his action, he followed the ladies leading the way. Claire explained to him the brands, the designer and every detail of the shirt she picked up for him.
"Is it necessary for me to know?" He asked as she led him to the dressing room.
"Yes, so if anyone asks, you'll say to them the designer," she said more like scolding.
"Why?"
"Donald, you are good at boasting about your designed clothes why are you acting like you don't know about it?"
Corey looked away and warned himself to not ask too much else, he'd be exposed. "I was also surprised as to why you'll ask about the meaning of words and sexy words. You had so many women in your life, you can have sex anywhere and you never cared about who was watching and then you suddenly start to act all innocent."
Claire handed him the clothes he was going to change into as they had been at the door to the room.
"Forget it happened, I barely remember anything and asking you for help was...a mistake, thanks for making it clear to me," he walked away and into the room. Corey stared at his reflection and shook his head. What had he been thinking? He was already getting fond of the girl and had begun to let out things he shouldn't have let out. There were still some things he didn't understand about the book and was planning to ask her but thanks to her he was back in his mind. No more fonding, she was just the girl that was supposed to marry his dead brother. He let every thought settle behind him and changed his outfit.
He looked at himself and smiled, he had been this handsome but had been wearing rags all those years because of his ruthless family. He turned around to see behind him, and then he grinned. It felt so nice getting better clothes for himself.
And the thought of impressing Claire came to his mind so he rushed out to show her how sexy he looked in the clothes she chose for him.
Claire had been checking out clothes she wanted to see on him. When he came out, she was informed so she walked back to the changing room centre to see his extravagant appearance, the smile that appeared on her face did something to him that was too much, causing him to wonder why he was this exhilarated. Didn't he just say to himself to stop the growth of his fondness for her?