Clara returned home, her mind still buzzing from the events of the day. She spent the afternoon trying to focus on her studies, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Elena and Henry. Their lives seemed so perfect—polished, effortless, and free from the burdens Clara had carried for so long. Elena was sweet and angelic, Henry had suddenly turned charming, and even Mr. Caldwell, with his stern demeanor, treated her with respect and warmth.
She began to wonder if becoming a Caldwell wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all. Perhaps it was exactly what she needed—a chance to escape her family's concealed anger, her father’s constant tension, and the looming shadow of their financial troubles. Henry was starting to show a side of himself that intrigued her, and maybe, just maybe, life as Mrs. Caldwell could be everything she secretly longed for: stability, luxury, and freedom from the weight of her family’s mess.
As Clara let her mind wander through daydreams of her potential new life—grand parties, elegant dresses, and the ease of belonging to a powerful family—a soft knock on her bedroom door pulled her back to reality. Her heart skipped a beat as the door opened slightly, revealing Adrian standing in the doorway.
“Hello,” he greeted with a sly smile, his eyes taking in the sight of her lounging on the bed in her school uniform. Clara looked up and smiled, a mix of excitement and curiosity fluttering in her chest.
“What are you doing here?” Clara asked, raising an eyebrow. She felt a familiar warmth spread through her at the sight of him, though she tried to mask it with a casual tone.
Adrian chuckled softly and moved closer, leaning against the doorframe. “Can’t I just stop by to see my niece?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.
Clara laughed softly, shaking her head. “Of course you can,” she said, her smile widening. There was something about his presence that always made her feel alive, more aware of herself than usual.
Adrian crossed the room and sat behind her on the bed. “Good,” he said, running his hand gently through her hair, his fingers sending soft tingles down her spine. “Because I couldn’t stay away for too long even if I wanted to.”
Clara smiled faintly as Adrian settled on the bed behind her, playing with her hair. His presence was warm, yet it carried an edge of intensity that always set her on edge in the best way. As he ran his fingers through her waves, Clara couldn't help but shiver slightly, making her skin warm and her heart race.
"How was your day?" Adrian asked softly, his voice calm yet laced with a hint of something deeper—something protective, almost possessive.
Clara shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. "It was okay," she said. "Some boys at school were picking on me again."
Adrian's fingers paused for a moment, and she felt the shift in his energy. "Who were they?" His voice grew darker, a protective anger simmering just beneath the surface.
"It doesn’t matter," Clara said quickly, not wanting to escalate things. She turned her head slightly to look at him, trying to brush it off. "I’m fine."
Adrian's eyes narrowed. "What were they doing?" he asked again, more insistent this time.
Clara hesitated. She didn’t want to tell him what the boys were really saying—how they had insinuated things about her and Adrian, how they mocked her for the Bentley and made comments about her being pimped out by her father. She didn't want to burden him with that truth or make things even more complicated. Instead, she gave him a half-truth. "The usual stuff," she said, trying to sound casual. "Making fun of my dad’s financial situation."
Adrian pulled out his wallet and slid out a sleek, black Amex credit card with gold numbers. He handed it to her casually, as if it were nothing, but Clara stared at it, her eyebrows raised in disbelief.
She laughed, confused. "What is this?"
Adrian's lips curled into a small, confident smile. "It’s my credit card."
Clara blinked, looking down at the card in her hand. "What am I supposed to do with it?"
Adrian leaned back against her desk, his eyes never leaving hers. "Whatever you want," he said with a shrug. "It has no limit."
Clara felt her heart race, excitement and nerves battling inside her. She shook her head slightly. "I can’t accept this, Adrian."
He stepped closer, his hand gently touching her cheek, his voice low and persuasive. "Of course you can," he whispered, his eyes darkening with intent.
She bit her lip, glancing again at the card. "But if my father finds out…"
Adrian cut her off smoothly, his tone almost playful as he leaned closer. "Your father doesn’t need to know everything, Clara," he murmured. His breath was warm against her ear, and she felt the familiar shiver running through her as his lips grazed her skin. "He already doesn’t know a lot of it."
Without waiting for her response, Adrian moved her hair to the side, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. He leaned in and pressed his lips to her skin in a slow, deliberate kiss. Clara's breath caught in her throat, her body reacting immediately to his touch. The warmth of his lips against her neck sent a wave of desire through her, making her forget, if only for a moment, about everything else. There were no more stupid boys, no more Caldwells, no more issues with her father. There was only Adrian Belfort.
Adrian’s breath caught as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Clara’s neck in a series of soft, lingering kisses. Her perfume filled his senses, intoxicating him, the sweet scent mingling with the warmth and softness of her skin. Each touch, each kiss felt like a dangerous indulgence, a thrill he couldn’t resist even though he knew how wrong it was. They already have taken this so far, but she was still his niece, 20 years younger than him.
The rational part of his mind screamed at him to stop, to pull away before they both plunged too deep into something they couldn’t escape. But the rest of him—his desires, his emotions—refused to listen. Clara was like a drug, an addiction he couldn’t break, and the more he tasted, the more he craved.
Unable to hold back, Adrian slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons of her uniform shirt, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric as he slid his hand inside of her bra, caressing and squeezing her breasts. The sensation of her skin beneath his fingertips sent a shiver down his spine, fueling the fire that burned within him.
As he continued to kiss her neck, he trailed his lips along her jawline, finally reaching her cheek. His teeth grazed her earlobe, leaving soft bites that made Clara soft against him. He knew this affair could never end well, that it was bound to crash and burn, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. He was lost in her, completely consumed by the desire that only she could ignite.
Adrian's hand slid lower, his fingers grazing the hem of Clara’s plaid skirt before slipping beneath the fabric. He grabbed her thighs, warm and soft, and rubbed the tip of his fingers over her cotton panties before sliding them off. The soft touch of his fingers against her pussy sent a surge of heat through Clara's body, her breath catching as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Adrian's voice was low, almost a whisper, as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear. "You're so beautiful… And so wet," he murmured, his fingers moving with deliberate intention around her soft folds.
Clara’s thoughts scattered, lost in the whirlwind of sensation as Adrian's touch ignited every nerve in her body. She felt completely overwhelmed, caught between the thrill of his words and the intoxicating pleasure that surged through her with each movement of his fingers on her clit.
She could no longer find the words to respond, her mind hazy and her body surrendering to the moment. All she could do was feel—every caress, every gentle press of his fingers pulling her deeper into the pleasure Adrian gave her. She was utterly lost in him.
Adrian reveled in the knowledge that he was the only one to touch Clara this way. The thought filled him with a dark satisfaction—knowing that while she may have kissed some other stupid boys, it was he who claimed her in ways they never could. He was the only man in her life, the one who had made her a woman. Her soft, breathy moans filled the air, each one making him feel more powerful, as though he owned every part of her.
One of his hands remained under her panties, rubbing her clit, while the other slid beneath her blouse, caressing her hardened nipple. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, her breath quickening, her body edging closer to release. He leaned in, his voice a low, seductive whisper in her ear. "Come to me, babygirl," he urged, his tone commanding yet soft. "Come to me."
Her body tensed against him, her breath catching, and then with a soft cry, she surrendered completely. Clara climaxed, her body shaking with the intensity of it, and then she collapsed into him, her breathing ragged as she rested against his chest. Adrian held her close, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he soaked in the aftermath of her pleasure.
Adrian pulled Clara’s face toward him, his lips meeting hers in a slow, sensual kiss. Clara responded eagerly, her lips soft and sweet against his. Their kiss deepened, full of passion and heat, until the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor.