Between the fact that I teased her all day and most of the night, and the fact that her blood is singing with both fear and anger, I’m not surprised when she starts to shake, and clench around my cock so much she immediately triggers my own orgasms. Fuck, I used to last much longer. I know myself around Claire, however. I’ll be hard again in five minutes, tops.

As she practically collapses against the wall, I remove her mask, tucking it under my arm. “Fancy a drink, little ghost?”

“Fuck you, Keller,” she manages between deep breaths.

“You just did, love.”

37. Claire

37

CLAIRE

The last week has been insane.

Sunday, Keller took me shopping. I vaguely expressed the desire to extend my wardrobe to maybe a few pairs of jeans and shorter skirts, and we came back home with thirty-two bags stuffed to the brim, finally filling my walk-in closet.

I still use my bedroom, though I never sleep alone there. We sleep in his bed or mine, but always together.

On Tuesday morning, at nine, before class, I had a meeting at Arlo's company. Keller accompanied me. I'm still not sure what happened?. A few minutes after we were shown to a conference room, the guy from Rothford's board who sort of saved me, sort of threw me to the wolves, walked in, and sat at the opposite end of the table, staring at me.

Then he turned to Keller. "You're seeing her, huh?"

"Yes, Uncle Eriks."

Fuck. So this is Eriks Goltz, the richest man in town. I should have known.

He shrugged. "Fine."

Arlo arrived a few moments later. "The girl of the moment!" He turns to Mr. Goltz. "Have you seen what she sent us?"

He emitted something between a snort and a grunt.

"I want it all. The unicorn, the dragon, the pegasus, the selkie, the mermaid, the ghost, the witch. Let's make it an entire series. I want exclusive use of the collection for two fifty, plus one percent of all profits on that collection."

Two hundred and fifty bucks, I thought like a reasonable person, and I immediately said yes. But when I was brought the paperwork, it turned out that it was two hundred and fifty thousand bucks. I almost fainted on the spot.

The money was transferred mere hours after my signature was on the dotted line. I kept babysitting, despite Lisa’s insistence it would be fine if I bowed out because I didn't need the job.

"No way. I love Vivi. But you can keep your money."

Wednesday, I changed my classes, dropping statistics and economics for graphic design, marketing, and art, completely changing the direction of my degree. The faculty didn't mind, because they're flexible, or because a certain grumpy, handsome, intimidating man told them it was fine.

I love all my classes. I adore every second I spend outside of them, too. I can't believe this is my life, but it is.