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her, I was not surprised by my friend’s warning, he knew of my ways and if I had a sister like Claire I would slaughter any man who hurts her let alone come near her. What I had found out about Claire from Jack I still find it hard to comprehend but seeing how the woman reacts to Tajir and my compliments earlier made me believe Jack. The woman was as if she had never really dated. I felt protective of her; I did not know what I would do to any man who would come closer to my Claire. “My Claire” the thought of her being mine made me go hard that instance, hell!! The woman drives me wild.

“Am sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so harsh” I tried to control my now gruff voice as much as possible.

“It’s ok” Claire replied she was not looking at me in the eyes, instead her eyes were glued on my lips; I watched as she wet her lower lips, I could not help the groan that escaped my throat.

“Claire” my voice came out as a whisper I then held her face and kissed her so passionately. At first I felt Claire stiffen as I kissed her but after moment of hesitance she started kissing me back shyly, she had very soft lips, I groaned as she put one hand behind my head and played with hair. As if realizing what she was doing Claire broke the kiss and looked away whispering a sorry that if I was not looking at her now flushed face I would not have heard her.

“Claire” I called her name softly she turned to look at me, my heart tighten at the confusion, vulnerability and yet the strong promising passion that I saw there.

This is my woman, I thought. She has to be mine, Claire O’Connor has to give me that love, passion, compassion and partnership I seek. I could see all of those feelings reflecting on Claire’s face. Only God knew that I would search the earth if I had to but Claire has to love me and she will I promised myself.

CHAPTER THREE: THE SEARCH

CLAIRE O’CONNOR

It had been two weeks since we had arrived in USA and one week plus four days since coming back to Canada from New York, I have been busy trying to settle Tajir into the environment and since he had flue when we were traveling at list now he seemed to coping quite well. My schedule had been hectic the past two weeks and still was, with Tajir to care for, I had a fashion week coming up, a gallery show to upheld, I had to appear in the press with my brothers to clarify some of the rumors about Victoria and her husband’s death, I had a mask gala to attend to which my stupid best friend and assistant have added into my schedule without my consent.

“That’s the problem of having your best friend as an assistant” I grumbled miserably.

“I will get back at him, just wait”

“Who?” chipped in Ricky’s voice from the door way

Ricky is a 6’2 tall, muscular man with dirty blond hair and green eyes. He had a cute face and a million dollar smile, with me at his side people usually say we are an angelic couple, at first I had used Ricky as a companion so as to shoo away other men from my back who kept pestering me, Ricky had willingly agreed. It was an understanding between us that he helps my relationship status remain “taken” and I do the same for him and also to help him keep his real relationship private, I was very understanding with Ricky’s request because I hated the spotlight life most of the times especially when it comes to my private life “if I ever have any private life” I thought, plus Ricky’s partner was abundant onto their privacy. Ricky was a women magnet, they tend to throw themselves at him even when am at his side, he usually acts cool and in a gentlemanly way rejects their offers, no one would ever say Ricky was gay considering his spotlight life.

“You” I glared at him

“my… my… MY queen Sheebah is in her worst today” he said laughing

“Seriously Ricky how could you do this to me, you know how I hate balls and at list you would have informed me earlier, I have Tajir now. I can’t be running around always leaving him” I said pretending to be devastated.

“Mmmh mhh Claire you won’t pull that crap about Tajir with me. This is not the first time you have been living with that boy, you nursed him since his birth and you still had followed your time table perfectly. First you would not be going alone, I you’re so known boyfriend to became fiancée will be there with you” he said teasingly

“and about Tajir do not worry Rose said she would love to baby sit him for us (Rose was Ricky’s neighbor, she also cares for Ricky’s German shepherd breed called Simba when we are running around the world) and ooh I took the liberty of choosing you a nice gown from “CLARIC GOWN COLLECTION” the best there is in New York” He winked at the grumbling me as he was moving toward his office just opposite mine.

“CLARIC GOWN COLLECTION is a gown shop best known in New York that is co owned by myself and Ricky.

I groaned slapping my forehead I know Ricky very well he must have everything under control, I couldn’t escape this one. I would just have to make Ricky’s time at the ball a living hell so that he could take me back home early, how to do that I was not sure yet. I loved every moment I spent with Tajir. Usually the nanny would bring Tajir at the gallery in the late afternoon whenever I am there and he would stay with me until when we eat our supper together, I made a place where Tajir could take a nap. We usually leave for home together even though Tajir is usually asleep by the time we get home. Today she would not be bringing him though, I have seven meetings to attend to before 5pm this evening and afterwards I have dinner with one of our biggest client at the gallery store. The client had wanted my expertise helping him with a certain painting he had bought. Ricky had said the dinner is very important and therefore I had agreed to attend the meeting in person. We have been doing business with this client for almost two years now it’s only convenient for us to meet in person.

MIKHAIL PUTIN.

Two godamn weeks and I could not find Claire O’Connor anywhere, I tried calling her place but she is never there or maybe she did not want to receive or return my calls ”How could a public figure such as hers just vanish from my reach?”. I remembered the day we had landed on the USA ground. We were the first people to come out of the plane, I was holding Claire’s waist and Tajir was asleep on Claire’s arms his head rested on her shoulder as he sucked his thumb peacefully, we seemed a perfect happy angelic family, beautiful couple and a handsome son. Claire was laughing at a joke that I had made that was when the first flashlight had hit us, Claire had been mortified. Flashlights came from every angle.

“How did they know?, I used a public airline to avoid this same thing from happening and no one knows that am returning with the boy today expect Ricky” she had asked as my body guards and hers tried to block us from the ongoing flash cameras.

“shit!, Claire am really sorry they must have somehow known I was coming with one of the family air planes” I tried to explain, I knew my father must have made sure that the press is tipped so that he could surely know if I really came to my brother after our hot argument, not that he would not have known in any other way but when my father does something he does them in certain fashion and this is surely one of them. Now he not only made certain that he had me cornered he will surely know I was with a woman and a child on board, how this would look on the papers would certainly get my father’s attention, not that I care much but the woman and child beside me have stolen my heart for just in ten hours and seven minutes I spent with them.

“I can’t do with the press pressure right now Mr. Putin, Tajir does not need the kind of attention and spotlight right now. Am sorry” I stood there listening to Claire stupidly.

“Mr. Putin? Claire I thought we are past formalities by now? Do not let this affect what we just started”

“What have we started exactly?” she had whispered silently as she slipped into her limo. That had been the last statement Claire had left me with. The next day we were all over the papers, each paper with its own speculation. The snapshot of me holding Claire close to my side my head bent down looking at her adoringly as she laughed and Tajir sleeping peacefully his head rested by her shoulders had brought great attention to the media and our funs. I already had six requests to be interviewed about the photo and the relationship between the famous handsome multibillionaire heart breaker Mikhail Putin and the art and fashion flawless angel Claire O’Connor. I declined each request to the interviews; this had raised more eyebrows because Mikhail Putin the press god never declines an interview especially when it concerns a declaration about his relationship status.

I knew my brother was watching me closely the whole two weeks since the incident with Claire, I also knew my brother was talking to our father about Claire, I overhead my brother the night before conversing with our father.

“I do not think it’s a good idea father, he seemed taken with the O’Connor woman and even though I have never met her personally, she is praised well enough to get a picture of who she is” Vladimir had said.

“I know it’s not enough that’s why I have arranged a meeting to meet with her personally tomorrow, I have been doing business with her for the last two years dad, the woman is kind, patient and a hard head when it comes to business, everyone knows it’s not easy to please Vladimir Putin but she has for two years, I have to give her a credit there father” Vladimir continued and then listen to the reply of his father.

“I will father, but let Mikhail be. Bianca is a witch, no wonder Mikhail ran away” Vladimir said laughing.

Since then I had been careful hiding my continuous search of Claire I did not want my brother to know how far deep the woman had caught me in her love net. Our father would view Claire as a distraction and a threat towards his biggest asset in the company, I knew well enough if our father finds out how deep I felt for Claire he would make sure our relationship does not last even before it has started. My father never wanted any other person to have upper hold of his son’s attention rather than himself and the companies. It was not because father loved us but because I was the heart of the Putin Empire and Vladimir the iron will.

CHAPTER FOUR: THE CALL

CLAIRE O’CONNOR.

‘it’s yours Madame” Prisca Claire’s house help handed the phone to me as I was getting ready to go the meeting.

“Ricky you know this client better than I do, I’d better find