CEO AND WIDOW 2 CHILDREN
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"if you're not here as a couple, you're Clara" said Christian in anger.
Clara crossed her arms across her chest and saw Christian who was starting to ponder, upset and angry at Clara's rejection.
"you, Clara Anderson. . . Too old for me."
"i know that."
"and you" — Christian pointed at me —"too have many children."
"you're right."
"and I don't really like kids. Especially if they're not my real children."
I stretched out my arms wide, "as I have said."
"and I don't want to be with someone who can't spontaneously do something."
"good, you shouldn't be with that guy." Clara smiled
"don't condescend, Anderson."
Clara rolled her eyes. "are you done talking?"
"no, I'm not done yet." Christian's upset. "you piss me off."
"yes, I know that."
"stop it."
Clara took Christian's body into her arms and moved my fingers to her black hair.The large, brown Christian's netra looked for the Neutra Clara and Christian placed both hands on Clara's waist. "you're a really handsome guy, Chris." Clara whispers.
Christian pulled me closer.
"you deserve a better woman." Clara dipped Christian's seedlings while playing his fingers on Christian's delicate beard. "i'm not him. Ii'm sorry. I wish I was the one. Really am. We are in a different phase. You, someone who's just about to start by marrying someone and having a child, and I'm done with that."
"stop talking."
"we both know that this relationship cannot go any further. I'm not the kind of person who likes casual relationships, but you like. Now, you have to go" Clara said.
Christian looked at me for a moment. "are you really serious about all this?"
"yes."
"you don't want to see me again?" Christian scrunched his forehead.
"no."
Christian's mouth was wide open. Christian is very surprised by Clara's reply. "but we have the best weekend."
"i know. It's so annoying that you're a player." Clara pushed Christian towards the door. "now, I'll work."
"this is the dumbest thing you've ever done." Christian grinned.
Clara laughed and kept pushing Christian out of Clara's room.
Clara and Christian were on the doorstep of the room, and Christian came back to me. We looked at him for a moment. Christian cornered me to the door and whispered into my ear. "guess what, Anderson?" christian Whisper
"what?" answer Clara.
"we are not finished. . . Until. . . I said it's done."
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The journey home from the office is usually long.. But this time, no.
Every day of the week I always imagined Christian on his way home from work.
Think of the funny things Christian said. Places we visited in Paris. Christian speaks French. The way it touches me and vice versa ....
When I saw him last Monday. I became less focused. I am thankful that I spent time together at that time.
arriving in front of the house. Clara looked at her house and sighed. His house is now very messy. Bicycles, skateboards and shoes were everywhere.
Ughhhh...
Clara took all her belongings and went into the house. And Jeandra came out of the kitchen. "what is this?" jean said, raising his hand in the air.
"uh?" Clara glanced at Harry and Patrick. They both look very scared.
"what's this?" Ask Jean. Clara could see something in Jean's hand but Clara didn't know what it was..
"what are you saying, Jean?" Clara scrunched her forehead.
"Who is this that I found in mommy's suitcase?" jean shouted as he spun the pants on his finger.
My eyes are round
Oh, shut
"yes, mom. Who left the underware in mommy's suitcase, and what exactly did your mom do in Paris?" said Jean
clara's mouth was open. "just in case you speak Jean. How dare you?! why are you opening up mommy's suitcase?! You're mommy's law!"
"mommy I'm legal" said Jean. "what's mommy doing in Paris?"
Clara frowned and tried to grab the underware Jean was holding but Jean kept it away from Clara.
"did mommy really go to Paris, or was it just a lie?"
Clara gaping. "you . . . " Clara paused before swearing at Jean. "how dare you!"
"oh, I'm brave. Who's she?" jean shouted, "I'll give it to him with my own hands."
"i'm really serious." cried Jean. "I want to know his name."
I pinched my nose. . . God . . . I don't need this shit.
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CHRISTIAN POV
I stopped my car and frowned when I saw a house in front of me. This is impossible. I searched for the address Gina found for me. And I frowned. This is the address.
Huh uh?
There were bicycles and others all over the front yard.I sat in the car for a moment and stared at this junkyard-like place.
There's no way Clara could stay here.
I'm not giving up. Our relationship wasn't over until I said it was over.
Oh. . There is only one way to find out. I got out of the car and walked to the door. There were five bicycles scattered in front of the house, along with a basketball and baseball gloves. I looked around, there were a lot of shoes strewn about. Was there a centipede living here or what?
Clara has how many kids?
I peeked through the window of the house. I could hear screaming from the kitchen.
It's freaky.
Then I knocked on Clara's door.
"hello?" christian says
I heard Clara's voice. "that's enough Jean," Clara snapped. "mommy won't talk about this anymore with you."
Huh uh?
"hello?" Christian called again.
"hello" said the boy as he appeared before me.
I looked towards the boy. She was a little girl and had black hair. "is this really Anderson's house?" ask Christian.
"yes."
I frowned. What the f! — Clara stay here?
"ap a a ... Clara Anderson is there?"
"yes.. It was my mommy." she swung her hand from side to side as she looked at me, completely clueless.
I waited for him to go and call Clara. When he didn't do that, I asked. "um. . I'm asking for help, can you call him?" what the heck, kid?
"yeah., okay." she walked inside, and I stood at the door. . . Anxiety began to fill me. It's a bad idea.
the other child arrived at the door. She had slightly curly and light-colored hair, and she looked at me. "who are you?"
"Christian." I smiled
"what do you want?"
holy gosh.. I frowned. . . These kids are rude. "I'm here to see your mother."
"go ahead." she shut the door right in my face.
I frowned and took a few steps back. . . Whahuh?
I was waiting for him to open the door. But he didn't do that. Okay. . . What the hell just happened?
"Harry." I heard Clara's voice. "Don't do that, it's not polite." Clara opened the door in a hurry, and made Clara round her eyes when she saw me.
"Christian," Clara whispered as she came out and closed the door. "this is the wrong time, you have to go." whispered Clara.
I can sense something's wrong with Clara.
"what? Why?" Christian whispered too
The front door opened, "is he the one?" shouted a teenager who was quite large.
Clara lowered her face, and I furrowed my forehead in confusion as I looked at Clara and the large-bodied child. "Huh?"
"that means yes." he growled. He turned his attention to me. "you!" shouted the big boy. His blood vessels were sticking out of his neck out of anger. What the fuck? He looks like the Hulk.
"you!" he shouted again as loudly as he could. "I will help you with my own hands."
Netraku widened in horror, I retreated and stood on something — a skateboard. The skateboard rolled off my feet. And my ankle sprained, my body retreated when I fell, and then I fell down six steps. "Lhhhhh!" I shouted as I touched the ground with a "thud".
Clara ran down the stairs and came up to me. "Oh my God, Christian."
Ouch . . . The pain that burned my ankle.
The hulk-like child ran down the stairs and began to whip me with something into my head. "don't approach my mother." she kept whipping me. "Don't. Approach. My mother." she whipped me again and again
"what are you doing?" I said as I tried to protect myself from the lash.
"Jeandra!" shout Clara. "Quick go inside, Now."
He lifted something to my face. "Is this your underware?" he grins.
Christian rounded up the net. oh, damn it.
"really?" he asked again. He lifted it again into my face, and when I did not answer him, he became angry and started to strangle me with it he tried to put the underware into my mouth.
Christian thrashed the ground struggling to survive. "Clar!" Christian yells. "what is the actual fvck?" Christianpun.
