Fight for his bed

For some reason Corey didn't know why he was upset with Claire, she annoying him wasn't enough to make him this upset because if he wanted to be sincere to himself, he kind of felt this exceeding pleasure in chasing her and when he got hold of her, he felt victorious but when he realized he had actually been excited about chasing her like he was some kid, he felt upset, causing him to act that way.

Claire failed to understand why he was being so upset with her to question her about the clothe and why she was in his house. He allowed her to stay and technically gave her the shirt she was wearing.

"You told me to stay," she said.

"I only said it was late," he knew it wasn't enough to say that because he meant for her to stay by telling her it was late.

"You gave me your shirt and I used your bathroom. You haven't finished your dinner yet."

"That's because of you," he pulled his chair and sat down.

"You coughed," she tried to defend herself.

"You seized the jug," he reasoned.

"You could have just told me to give it to you," she pouted her face. "I would have," Claire added.

"You know?" He swallowed and stared into her eyes, "I made a mistake, I shouldn't have let you stay."

"Okay," she answered and gulp a glass of water before leaving his presence. Claire's entered his room and sat on his bed before lying on it.

Her head began to ponder about his changes but after thinking and thinking, she decided to know more about his childhood life from his parents which wasn't going to be that easy.

Claire wasn't asleep when Corey found his way to his room after sorting the dishes. He saw her lying on the bed and assumed she was asleep. Claire wanted to be cuddled up with him all night so she acted asleep.

To her surprise, Corey slapped her hand. "Hey, ugly girl!" He pulled her legs and she cursed him for being so ignorant of her signs. When actually, he was unaware.

"Claire," his voice again. He touched her slim thigh and rubbed his palm on her smooth skin as he pushed his head to look at her face. "Wake up, you shouldn't be in my bed," he said when she opened her eyes to sleepily glare at him.

"Donald, I don't want to, I'm too tired to stand up," she groaned.

"Claire, I'm not stupid, I know you aren't too tired, I want my bed so get up," he took her hand and pulled her to sit.

"No!" Sitting up already, she lifted her hands and wrap them around his neck only to pull him down to sleep on top of her. "We are getting married, and we'll always sleep in the same bed so let's start practising," she was smiling.

"I don't like your presence when I'm awake, please Claire don't torture me when I'm asleep, that's the only time I find peace," he had pushed out of her hold already. Corey rolled over to balance well on his back and then he pushed himself to sit.

Claire didn't make a move on leaving his bed, she just pressed her head to the pillow below her head and closed her eyes. "Oh, you think, you'll chase me out of my own bed? Well, you are dead wrong!" He exclaimed and paced around the bed to stand behind her at the other edge.

Corey carried her princess style in anger. "Donald, Donald, no," she yelled as he opened the door to his room to drop her on the couch in his living room.

After succeeding, he turned around to proceed to his room only to see that she had stood up from the chair and was racing to his room.

"Claire!" He ran up the stairs and then into his room to see her tucking herself into his bed. She mocked him with her tongue and closed her eyes. Oh, why him? He asked himself as he stared at her lying on his bed. Why tonight? And why with her?!

Corey was that frustrated that he began to tap his feet to the ground, confining himself from doing so many things he wanted to do to her.

"Claire!" He went closer to her.

The girl felt him coming down to her level by kneeling so she opened her eyes and smiled at him. "You are just so handsome," she caressed his cheek and bit her lower lip again. "What's the big deal sleeping in bed with me, Donald?" She finally asked.

"Claire, I don't..." He took her hand away from his cheek and stiffen his touch on her hand. "I don't like you around me, especially in my moment of peace and less noise."

Claire just studied him with sleepy pretty eyes, and as she fell asleep with her hands in his, he watched her without being aware of it. Until her hand slipped out of his hold. "Claire?"

"Hmn," she was sleeping so this was her only response.

"Urgh," Corey rose to his feet with his eyes glaring at her but when he saw she wasn't sleeping properly on the bed, he found himself placing her head gently on the pillow and making sure she was comfortably sleeping on his bed.

He found satisfaction in her comfort so he went around his bed and lie on the other side of the bed. He took the bedsheet and cover up himself before turning off the lights. This would be his first and last time letting Claire into his house.

Still trying to catch some sleep, he felt something heavy on his leg only to realize that it was the heavy leg of the ugly girl behind him. He pushed her leg away only to feel her hand on his arm.

Corey pushed her away again and on and on until he felt her breath on his neck. She wasn't snoring but she had a terrible sleeping position. So Corey turned around to sleep facing her while he rolled her about to sleep facing the other side and not him. He then placed his heavy leg and arm on her so she wouldn't trouble him again. Bizarrely, with that, he fell asleep.