Daddy Mommy’s Getting Remarried

Chapter 8 

Sweetheart, let’s get you into dry clothes. You must be so uncomfortable,” Willard offered, pulling Clara up. “It’s just a contract. Make me happy, and I’ll sign it later. 

Clara’s heart skipped a beat, thinking, ‘A man leading a woman to a changing room here? It’s nothing but a playground for their pleasure! 

She gave Walter a frosty look. ‘Is he going to let this playboy whisk me away?” 

Surprisingly, Walter said coolly, “I Mr. Hersey signs, I’ll sign too.” 

The implication made Clara gasp. He was pushing her into another man’s arms. 

Richard was ecstatic, signaling Clara with his eyes. He thought for the sake of a big deal, a little sacrifice seemed trivial. He quickly opened the door for 

them, 

Clara settled into a terrifying calm. The anger from before had drenched her back. The blast of the air conditioning made her feel as if she was being 

encased in ice. 

She glared at Walter defiantly. Walter, however, didn’t spare her a glance. Feeling cold to the bone, Clara finally said, “Fine, thank you, Mr. Colon.” 

Willard dragged Clara to the changing room. The manager brought a more sexy black dress, obviously aware of what was to come, and promptly left, closing the door firmly behind him. 

As soon as the door closed, Willard pushed Clara, making her lose her footing and fall onto the sofa. 

“Be good, let’s have some fun first. I’ll take you to a hotel later,” he proposed, excitement evident as he forcefully tried to kiss her. 

Clara dodged, causing his chin to hit her shoulder hard. She winced in pain but remained silent, likely bruised. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Don’t shy away, darling. You’re just perfect. Right curves in all the right places. And those legs are so slim. You don’t look inexperienced, so drop the act. Relax, let me enjoy,” he teased. 

Clara forcefully pushed Willard away and kicked him off the sofa with her long legs. 

Willard hit the floor, shocked. “Kicking me? Don’t you want the contract signed? Mr. Hunt brought you knowing my preferences. Weren’t you aware?” 

Clara cursed internally, “If I knew you were such an asshole, I wouldn’t have bothered coming to this shit place.” 

“Mr. Hersey, playing games isn’t my thing,” she said, her voice laced with scorn. 

Willard paused, then smirked mischievously. “A woman I can’t handle? Are you fucking kidding me?” 

“Got a wife, Mr. Hersey?” Clara asked. 

He shook his head, clearly not ready to settle down. 

Twirling her hair, Clara smiled. “You don’t know me, Mr. Horsey, I’m persistent. If you get involved with me, I’ll make sure you end up marrying me. I have countless tactics. I can disrupt your affairs, wreck your dates, create scandals, and even secretly have your child. Think about it. Do you wanna try it? Don’t underestimate me. After all, where there’s a will, there’s a way.” 

Willard’s heart skipped a beat as anxiety crept in,This sounds like a recipe for disaster. A casual fling is one thing, but getting tangled up with her? That’s asking for a lifetime of drama. And she’s not joking around.“” 

13:20, Wed, 29 May & M