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The sunlight poured onto her sweet face and woke young Claire out of her restful slumber. Her eyes darted around the room as she danced in between dreamland and reality.
She was still in the glass house, high on top of Chicago. She stood up and realized she was completely n***d. She looked out the window and came to another realization: it didn't matter. The building was so high that no one could see in. She was free to be nude and avoid any lookie-loos.
Turning around to wake Trad, her heart sunk as she saw the massive king sized bed was completely empty.
She sat back down and sighed.
I guess I was just a one night stand. She thought as she slowly began to crawl around looking for her discarded clothes from the night before. As she got dressed she realized the billionaire playboy p
