36. The Phone Call.

[Claire]
I could not believe Sophia had said that so casually, I wanted to respond immediately but a hand on my lap stopped me from talking, I looked up at Michele whose hand was on my lap.
"Let them be." He mouthed, removing his hand from my lap.
I watched as Jean coughed nervously and spilled his wine all over the table and himself. I hurriedly helped him with a napkin to clean himself but it was of no use, his pants were already stained with wine.
"Why did you have me investigated?" Jean asked Sophie, frowning at her. "I'm a very private person and I don't appreciate being investigated behind my back, anything you wanted to know, you could've just asked me."
I was grateful for the fact that he knew that it was all Sophie, he was glaring at her angrily, I was glad that I wasn't the one who had him investigated.
"Like you would have been straightforward with her." Sophie scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Is there anything you've ever asked me that I've refused to tell you?" He turned to me this time and my heart sank when I saw the hurt in his eyes.
"No," I lowered my head shamefully.
"Look at me, Claire." He was angry but he did not raise his voice at me.
"I'm sorry." I looked up at him. "She just really cares for me and doesn't want to see me hurt," I told him.
The tension in the air grew thicker and I wondered how Michele was so comfortable eating his turkey and paying the rest of us no mind.
"I'm not perfect." He confessed and I saw a look of guilt in his eyes.
I wondered what he had to be guilty about, the other time I saw this look in his eyes was when I asked about the picture I saw on the wall in the cabin.
I asked him if his grandfather had been a palace guard because I saw a picture of a King and a regular man and immediately guessed that his grandfather had taken the picture with the King at that time.
He had removed the picture from the wall hastily and turned it over, then he shoved it into a cupboard. He had a guilty look in his eyes when he turned back to me and told me that his grandfather had been a close friend of the king.
It made sense since he also seemed to be pretty close to the Prince, I guess his family has been close to the royal family for generations.
"Why don't you have any records outside the palace, my people found nothing?" Sophie asked him accusingly.
"My family is really close to the royal family, the palace media controls the public information about the palace and those close to them to keep their image clean," Jean said. "I'm not surprised that you didn't find anything, I myself don't really use social media and my records have all been cleaned up by the palace media."
"Why?" I asked before I could stop myself. "Why so much secrecy?"
"It's palace politics." Sophie sighed and Jean nodded.
"That's just the way it is, if I have bad records or if bad press of me leaks out to the public, it can have a negative impact on the royal family." He explained.
"So you're not hiding anything?" Sophie asked him, her glare softening.
"I would never do anything knowingly to hurt Claire." He said and I smiled at him.
I hoped this was enough for Sophie, I was so tense my legs were beginning to tremble.
"I'll let this go, for now," Sophie said and got up from the table. "But I am watching you." She added.
Jean chuckled and placed a kiss on my open palm.
Michele and Sophie helped to put the plates away and then they left Jean and me alone in my house.
"Goodbye." Jean and I saw them to the door and waved them goodbye.
"Jean, I would like to apologize on behalf of Sophie, she meant no harm, I know that you like your privacy and I'm sorry if she—"
He placed a finger across my lips to silence me and then he pulled me closer to him.
"I've been meaning to do this all evening." He said and smashed his lips on mine.
"Jean." I moaned into the kiss as I wrapped my hands around his neck and pressed my body closer to him.
His hands moved down to grope my butt and then he whispered huskily into my ear.
"Jump."
I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, I felt his erection as I adjusted around him and I shivered slightly.
He guided us to the coach and then he set me down. He took off his shirt and began to squeeze my melons and pinch my nipples through my dress.
I ran my hand down his back and then I came to his front to run my fingers down his abs, he looked like a freaking god, he was dripping sex appeal and my panties were soaked.
He paused for a while to pull off my pants and I noticed the huge bulge between his legs.
"Oh, my, ah." I moaned when his fingers pushed into my panties and started playing with my folds.
I blushed and tried to hide my face in his chest because no man had ever touched me there before.
"Oh, my god." I bit my lip as he pushed a finger inside me.
"Damn Claire, you're so right." He whispered huskily sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
He unbuckled my bra and peeled it off me then he pushed my shirt down so that my melons were exposed to him.
"Oh, Jean, ah." I moaned as his wet hot mouth sucked my nipple.
His other hand kept pushing in and out of me while he kept his mouth latched onto the nipple.
"Oh… my god… I feel… I'm… please." I dug my heels into the couch as I drew closer to my peak.
"I know, c*m for me Claire, sweet Claire." His movements increased and before long I moaned loudly as I came on my couch.
"That… feels… so… g-good." I breathed heavily as I tried to speak.
"Have you never c*m before?" He asked me and I nodded shyly. "Then I'm glad you liked your first."
He said and showed me his fingers that were wet with my juices and he sucked them into his mouth.
"So sweet, this is definitely not your last." He whispered before rubbing my clit and thumbing my nipple again.
I pulled him closer to me and ran my hands down his stomach, dipping lower every time.
"Do you want to touch me?" He asked, stopping his touches.
"Yes." My cheeks burned as I admitted that.
"Then do, touch me." He took my hand in his and guided it to his bulge.
My hands lowered to his pants and I zippered his pants down. I was about to fish out his engorged member when my phone rang and I jumped back in shock.
"I'm sorry, I need to get that." I adjusted my clothes and rushed to get the phone.
"H-hello." I tried to calm my breath as I spoke into the phone.
"Hello." The caller replied and I frowned, I recognized that voice very well.
"Nana?" I asked slowly.
"Oh my child, it's me." She laughed excitedly.
"Nana, how are you doing?"
"I'm doing fine my dear, how are you, are you okay?" She asked, concerned.
"Yes Nana, I'm fine, how is Dad?" I couldn't help but ask.
"He's fine, your father is so sad, Claire, he misses you." She replied and that was when it hit me.
"Nana, how did you get this number?" I asked her.
"I was cleaning your father's office and I found the number next to your name and location." She said,
"No." I gasped and nearly dropped the phone.
"Have you found your mother?" She asked me.
"No, I've not been able to find her," I told her and she sighed.
"You should come home my dear, there's nothing for you there, you don't know the truth of the story, your mother does not want you." She said,
"Don't say that, you don't know her."
"That's where you're mistaken, I knew her, in fact, I worked for her for years before she left," Nana confessed.
"What, you too, you knew too and you lied to me." Tears poured out of my eyes and Jean immediately rushed to my side.
"What's wrong?" He asked quietly but I just shook my head.
"I'm sorry my child, there's more that you don't know, please come home so that we can talk." She pleaded with me but I wasn't listening again.
"You can't keep me from my mother, I will find her and talk to her. She loves me and she wants me, I know that." I yelled into the phone before disconnecting the call.
Jean pulled me into his arms as I dropped the phone and I began to cry bitterly.
"I'm so sorry, please don't cry." He tried to comfort me.
"They're all liars, they lied to me, she knew and they both deceived me." I cried.
"Who, what happened?" He asked, confused.
"My father has found me."