Chapter Seventy-Four: A pig lives like a pig

Clair looked down at her food and played with the peas with her fork. She had little appetite right now. Not to mention, the whole table was completely silent.

Since Lukas doesn't enjoy cake, like the weirdo he is, they enjoyed dinner with flan[1] instead.

Delicious flan, by the way.

Clair could not stop thinking about it, she felt like she could drool over it but she had to wait for their meal to be over.

Anyway, the reason it was so quiet was that both she and Lukas noticed their father's dark mood.

"Dad-" Before Lukas could continue speaking, their father lifted his hand, causing him to shut up immediately.

"Eat." He ordered, he then cast Clair a glance and got back to his food.

His mood was terrible. Both could only wonder who pissed him off.

"Um…. Clair, I heard you fired Mr. Malax a few days ago? Wasn't he really important for the new project you're working on? He even went completely bankrupt, did you do it?"

"He assaulted 15 female employees I put under his care. I figured if he wanted to act like a pig, he might as well live like one. I hope the streets are treating him well." Clair answered by stabbing the fork in the steak, and she gave him a 'sweet' smile.

She was obviously upset that he mentioned something that got on her nerves so much.

Almost sweating by how quickly Clair's mood changed, Luke quietly looked down at his food. One Clair in a foul mood is disastrous, but one Clair and one Mr. Yves is a repetition of hurricane Katrina.

Lukas sighed, wondering if this would continue for the rest of his birthday dinner.

Noticing his shoulders dropped, Clair chuckled.

"Didn't you want my present?" She asked.

Lukas looked up at her in excitement.

The best perks about having a rich older sister are that she gave the best presents ever. He loved how his sister spoiled him, maybe it was because he never imagined having a role model or someone he could look up to. When he met Clair, she was the opposite of a role model; she scared him, in fact.

Until later he saw her grow into this distinct person, and even if she still had her flaws and moments where she did irrational things, Clair was still someone he admired. It was difficult for her to work on their mental health after experiencing so many difficulties in her life and build up a successful career.

Clair had started from scratch. She said she wanted to prove to Mr. Yves that she could become a better person, but Lukas knew she had done it to prove to herself that she could work hard enough to achieve something.

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After dinner,

[2] 'Don't you tell me it wasn't meant to be

Call it quits

Call it destiny

Just because it won't come easily

Doesn't mean we shouldn't try'

As the song played in the background, Clair closed her eyes with the wineglass in her hand and drifted her bare feet across the living room.

She had removed her heels and tossed them aside.

After dinner with her family, she came back home feeling tired. And her mood was not great because of her cramps. And especially the fact that she had taken the effort to put on a tampon and not stay in bed all day eating junk food. She actually felt proud of herself for that.

'We had a good thing going lately

Might not have always been a fairy tale

But you know, and I know

That they ain't real

I'll take the truth over the story'

She couldn't help herself, she loved this song so much, and as soon as she got home she played it loud and clear as she danced to it by herself. She loved music and dancing to it the most; it was so peaceful, so calming. It made her feel good and it was one of the few things that made her happy to be here alive.

She sighed, taking another sip from the wine and letting herself go.

Clair had dismissed everyone and apparently, although the car was outside, James had yet to arrive home.

And so she took advantage of this and sang the song, as she continued to swing her hips and dance to it.

Now that I have him, shouldn't I force him to dance with me?

That was what went across her mind.

As if her wishes had come true, she suddenly felt his arms around her waist, his breath against her skin from behind her.

"Dance with me." She whispered recognizing his fruity scent, which she had discovered this morning was from the soap he used.

James realized it wasn't a request, it was a direct order. Her sweet voice echoed in his ears, and he shivered when he felt her fingers loosening the buttons of his sleeves.

"Your highness, dance with me." She whispered once again.

He watched a smile tug at the corner of her lips as she waited for him to choose his next action.

Her lips parted slightly as her eyes intensely glared at his lips. Those lips she wanted on hers, those lips she wished would tell her he was ready to swallow ger whole. The lips that she wished bite.

What a pity. She wasn't here for Prince charming's kiss. She was here to kill him.

"How ridiculous." She laughed.

"Truly…" He agreed, wondering if they were thinking of the same thing.

Clenching his jaw, he let the seductress of an assassin lead him into the center of the living room, which had turned into their dance floor suddenly. It seemed the only sound audible aside from the music was the sound of her heels clicking as the black gown she wore fell beneath her knees and gathered on the ground as she walked.

"I wonder, do you ask every man you intend on killing to dance?" He questioned as she clasped his hand and placed it on her lower back, pulling him closer.

"Only the ones with pretty faces your highness." A smirk plastered across her face, her fiery breath on his neck and her warm skin against his.

"As you wish." He answered, lifting her chin with his finger and did not let go until she met his eyes.

He raised his eyebrow a little, silently telling her to maintain that contact.

'You might have tried my patience lately

But I'm not about to let us fail

I'll be the wind picking up your sail

But won't you do something for me?'

His hands tightened around the silk of her dress, which stuck tightly around the curves of her body, and he steadily turned her around. As soon as she hit his chest again, she lifted her arms and took her time to wrap them around his neck.

Of course, she wouldn't let the opportunity to touch his chest go so easily. He had a god-tier body, a body she couldn't help but be attracted to.

Even if she didn't wish to admit such unclean thoughts, every time his gaze would fall upon her, she would feel herself burning with desire.

'Am I sexually frustrated?' She asked herself with a frown and took a step back when he took one forward.

They turned to the left and then to right. Soon enough, she twirled around him as they made up their dance moves.

'Don't you tell me it wasn't meant to be

Call it quits

Call it destiny

Just because it won't come easily

Doesn't mean we shouldn't try'

The song continued to influence their moves.

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[1] Flan is a tart-like sweet dessert topped with caramel

[2] Song choice: Easily by Bruno Major

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTKn5fTBGeQ&list=PLxZ-tt-ScbHVfNVCbbR0hKQm4ROUDl80I&index=4