Chapter 138 - 138 138. Clara’s Forgotten Past

138 138. Clara’s Forgotten Past

It was still too early in the morning. Clara slept soundly in the arms of Samuel’s strong body. The body covered in perfectly tanned skin was indeed a very comfortable cushion, making her fall asleep easily.

The two naked bodies intertwined, enjoying their encounter with each other. This was the first time they met and did something so intimate. However, they both felt that their bodies were very compatible with each other.

Soft snores and regular breathing escaped Samuel’s lips. In his sleep, he held Clara who was about to slide away from his embrace.

While Clara, with her eyes closed, welcomed Samuel’s embrace with gratitude. Her lips curved into a light smile, as she whispered, “Jade … don’t go ….”

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Six years ago ….

An amber-eyed girl looked awkward in her skimpy red dress. It wasn’t her dress, but her friend’s.

“Clara! Don’t be so clumsy. Be confident as always!” whispered Abigail, Clara’s friend who was four years older than her.

“I’m confident if I’m not afraid of being caught sneaking out of the house. What if someone recognizes me and complains about me to my mother?” Clara protested by observing her surroundings.

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“Who would recognize you looking like this?” retorted Abigail furiously and annoyed. Why was her friend so afraid of being found out? She just didn’t think that the girl beside her was Clara Decker at all.

How could she be called Clara with her Gothic makeup and fiery pink wig? It’s just the eyes that didn’t change because Clara refused to use soft lenses.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

With her strange appearance, Clara felt that she was in the wrong costume. Still, it was far better than staying home on vacation to wait for her engagement day to the Johnson family’s first son to come.

Clara managed to escape from her house because of the help of Abigail, a friend who admitted that Clara had to work on assignments with her.

Patrick was out of town. Meanwhile, Linda very easy to believe that Clara was only friends with good kids who would never possibly come to adult parties.

That was completely untrue. Abigail has managed to get Clara interested in coming to Rosie’s twentieth birthday party. So, at this time, Clara was officially present as the youngest guest because she was only sixteen years old.

“Come on, quickly! Don’t let Rosie wait for us!” take Abigail again.

“Wait! What if people find out there is a kid at the party?” Clara suddenly hesitated again, making Abigail grind her teeth.

“Do I need to provide a mirror for you?” she snapped angrily at her annoying genius friend. “With a body like this, you look even more mature than me and Rosie! Come on! There won’t be any trouble inside.”

Without further argument, Clara and Abigail finally entered Rosie’s family’s large mansion. Rosie’s parents doted on their daughter, allowing her to throw big parties with alcohol served.

Clara, who was coming to such a party for the first time, was surprised. She felt like going home in an instant.

“Abi, I seem to undo-”

“There’s no turning back because you’re determined to lose your virginity tonight, right?” cut Abigail. Her dark eyes narrowed at Clara, accusing Clara of being a chicken without having to say anything.

Clara gulped. She was annoyed at her parents for forcing her to get engaged to Dave. A man she didn’t even know. She wasn’t even sixteen years old, while Dave was six years above her.

As a form of her annoyance, she was determined not to give up her virginity to Dave. She didn’t want everything to be too perfect for someone she didn’t know. That’s why Clara was determined to find a one-night stand tonight.

“Come on, there are lots of handsome guys over there!” Abigail pointed excitedly.

That was all Abigail said before leaving Clara alone in the crowd. Confused, Clara just walked to the edge of the room while observing the people who were forming small groups, chatting and joking with friends their age.

In her confusion, Clara headed to the dining table to get light snacks and drinks. She made sure not to drink alcohol because she didn’t want her mother to catch her red-handed.

Clara took a small plate of cherry pie and a can of orange crush. She then looked for a seat to eat.

Just taking a bite of food into her mouth, a girl approached her. She was the daughter of her mother’s best friend. The girl looked at Clara from head to toe.

Clara’s heart skipped a beat. She felt like she was going to be found out. Die! It was over!

“Your hair is great. Where to buy the wig?” asked the girl with a light giggle.

Clara breathed a sigh of relief. The disguise was safe. Not uncovered. The girl before her was drunk.

“Ah, you can buy it online. There are many choices,” Clara answered casually. The girl in front of her just laughed, then ran back into the crowd.

Clara then enjoyed her time again. She tasted a delicious cherry pie and took sips of the cold soda. Her empty tummy was happy because she hadn’t eaten anything since she left the house.

Not long after, came a man in a bear hat approached her. Clara felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to get away, but the man held her back.

“Hey, cutie! I’ve never seen you on campus,” said the man impolitely. “What’s your name, pretty lady?”

A strong smell of alcohol wafted from the mouth of the man in the bear hat. He then pulled Clara to sit on his lap.

“Come on, accompany me to drink, beauty!” asked the man in a disgusting style. He forced Clara to drink the wine from the glass in his hand.

Clara shook her head, refusing. But the drunk man kept pushing her. “Come on! You’re an adult, right? Not a child.” The man laughed as he managed to force Clara to drink the wine.

“God damn it!” Clara screamed while coughing.

The girl struggled, slamming the glass into the man’s face. Unfortunately, the man was angry and grabbed Clara’s chin, as if he wanted to eat her alive.

The man’s hand was already up, about to slap Clara. Clara was frightened and closed her eyes.

“No!”