Page 64 of Ruthless Vengeance
But we need to take one thing at a time.
Perhaps once Clara gets into fashion school, because she will, we can discuss moving back into the city.
I make a mental note to call my realtor to have her start looking at potential properties.
I put Zoe down on the floor so she can roll around, and head into the closet where Clara is flicking through her dresses.
I lean against the doorframe, watching her.
She’s wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties and a matching bra, with her pale golden hair pulled back into a ponytail.
“I think you should go like that. You’re fucking breathtaking.”
Clara shoots me a look.
I grin as my eyes flick to her breasts, which are barely contained by her bra, and my cock starts to thicken.
I want nothing more than to lay her down on the floor of this closet and show her how incredible she is. I swear Clara has me acting like a feral animal, but I need to have some restraint. She needs to focus on her interview.
“Nervous?”
She exhales as she slips a pale blue dress off the hanger. “Yeah.”
I push off the frame and step up behind her.
My hands settle on her waist, and I bend my head down so my lips can graze the side of her neck. “You don’t need to be. You’re amazing, and you’ve got this.”
She relaxes slightly, leaning into me for just a second before she lets out a sigh. “I hope you’re right.”
I turn her around and place two fingers under her chin, tilting it up so she has no choice but to look at me. “IknowI’m right.”
Her lips curve into a small, nervous smile, and I squeeze her waist.
“Now hurry up and get dressed. I don’t want to be late for your victory celebration.”
She laughs softly as she shakes her head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet, you love me for it.” I bend down to kiss her.
“I do. I love you so much.”
“You can show me just how much once you’ve aced your interview.”
Chapter Seventeen
CLARA
Sitting outsideone of the classrooms at the New York Institute of Fashion, surrounded by actual professionals and students who look like they were born knowing how to drape fabric, I am seconds away from throwing up all over myself.
I press a hand to my stomach and take a slow breath. I need to calm the hell down before I screw up what is essentially the opportunity of a lifetime.
My knees bounce up and down as I glance at the clock on the wall.
It’s two minutes to ten. Any minute now, that door is going to open, and they’re going to call my name and then there will officially be no going back.
“God, I can’t remember the last time I was this nervous. Oh, wait, yes I can. It was the exact moment before I pushed a baby out of my vagina.”
Rosa groans. “I did not need that visual. But in the grand scheme of things, this should be nothing compared to that, right?”
