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The next morning...
The boat finally came to the island and the CellTex workers exited the boat. Alice walked the first one down the stairs and stormed off to the building. She entered and was greeted by Claire's secretary Lena before she entered the elevator. Suddenly someone yelled at her direction to hold the door, and she did so. Her eyes widened though when she saw Melnick entering the elevator. They were alone now.
"Thanks, Miss," He leaned closer to her to look at her card and smiled when he read her surname. "Steward." Both stood there in silence as the elevator went to the lower floors. Alice stared at the elevator wall, now she had the chance to finally talk with him alone, with no one to disturb them.
"Doctor Melnick?" He turned to her and raised his eyebrow.
"Yes, Miss Steward?" Alice swallowed hard, her heartbeat quickening.
"Sir, I was wondering...what does it take to join your team?" That made him interested. He turned fully to her with surprise written on his face.
"Well, Miss Steward, why would you want to join my team?"
"I'm a very ambitious woman, doctor, and my recommendations proves I'm one of the best." Melnick raised his eyebrows at that again.
"One of the best, huh? How long are you working here, Miss?"
"A little over a week, doctor." He nodded to that, but he remembered Claire talking about her once.
"Miss Steward, usually we take workers into our team that work here for a long time. People who we trust and who would never betray our trust." Alice noted that answer in her head because it was suspicious to her.
"I would never betray CellTex, doctor. Why would I do that?" Melnick eyed her suspiciously from head to toe as he crossed his hands in front of his chest.
"Well I can't promise anything, Miss Steward. I have to talk to the owner, Claire Sullyvan about recruiting you in my team. There's nothing I can do without her approval." Alice nodded to that.
"I understand doctor. But I'll be happy to serve your team." The elevator doors opened and Alice steppes out.
"Good day, Miss Steward." She nodded to him as the elevator door slid shut. She walked towards her office and put on her lab coat. Now that she talked with Melnick, she felt as if she has a chance of joining his team. Then she would see if there are truly any experiments going on here.
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BSAA Headquarters...
The headquarters were a mess. New equipment was being brought here, new computers and weapons. Jill and Leon had a lot of work to do, the others of the team joined to help them as well. Chris was in his office talking to a young guy. He hadn't told Jill anything about the kid and she wondered if he was a relative of him. She shook her head, he would've told me, she thought when she rearranged the boxes. Leon watched them too and couldn't help but wonder who this kid is, so he decides to ask Jill.
"You know that kid?" Jill looked at Leon then back at the kid as she straightened her spine to relax her back muscles.
"Nope, Chris wouldn't even talk to me about him." Both continued their work in silence, both trying to figure out who that kid could be. Suddenly Chris and the kid stood up and walked out of his office towards Jill and Leon. Both eagerly left their work to look at the kid, then at Chris, a questioning look on their faces.
"Chris, mind telling us who this is?" Jill asked, the kid fidgeted a little. Clearly the nervous type.
"Sure. Jill, Leon, this is Brian. Brian, this is Jill and Leon." They shook the nervous kids hand, but still they looked confused.
"Chris...what's he doing here?" Jill finally asked and Chris eyed her angrily before he answered, his voice strangely calm.
"He will hack into the security systems of CellTex. I showed him a blueprint of the systems and-"
"Can I talk to you for a moment, Chris?" Jill asked, but he didn't get the chance to answer as she took his hand and guided them away from Leon and Brian. They stopped in the small, free corner of the room and Jill eyed him suspiciously.
"Chris I thought we talked about it."
"I can't just sit back and watch Jill. Thinking that Claire can lead any sick experiments like Wesker makes me sick!"
"I know baby, but breaking into her lab, blind as we are, would only cause us trouble. We need eyes from the inside, that's why we send Alice there, remember?" Chris ran his hand through his hair and shook his head, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"Jill you don't know how I feel! You don't understand me!" He raised his voice a little and Jill snapped.
"I understand you very well Chris! Your little sister is a tyrant who is possibly working with Wesker, and I know damn well how you feel because Claire was like a sister to me! It rips my heart out to think this way, but we have to face it." Then she cupped Chris's cheek and smiled reassuringly.
"We have to go through this. And soon we will break into her lab, but let's give Alice a few more days. Maybe she can manage to dig something out." Chris nodded weakly to that before he whispered to her.
"But I'll keep Brian close. He's the only hacker I have found without a criminal history, and he says he can hack into the system. We'll need him later." Jill nodded to that and smiled, taking Chris' hand in hers and guiding them back. Hard times are ahead of them, but at least they have each other.
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Wesker's mansion, Devon...
She sat up from the bed as a cold shudder ran down her spine. Her head throbbed, her vision was blurry and her entire body hurt. She immediately remembered what happened last night, she shot up from the bed and ran towards the mirror. She looked at her eyes and saw they are still a dark brown, almost red color. Claire let out a sigh of relief when she realized that she still was a tyrant. Then she lowered her head and looked down her body, realizing her clothes were different than the ones she wore last night. Then she felt him in the same room. She took a deep breath and her hands turned to fists when she thought about that bastard undressing her. She turned her body to him and saw him sitting on his leather seat, his legs crossed and his face cold.
"Wesker." She growled out and he stood up, he stopped in front of her and that's when she realized he didn't wore a shirt. But she didn't care, she was beyond pissed.
"Good morning dearheart. How have you slept?" He didn't really care, but he asked to mock her. She crossed her hands in front of her chest and ignored his question, countering instead with another question.
"Have you enjoyed undressing me, you freak?" Her voice was a little loud and rough, she could see the tension in his red eyes.
"There was nothing to enjoy. I simply put you in more comfortable clothing." She narrowed her eyes at him and pursed her lips tightly together, her anger growing and growing.
"Yea, right. You certainly didn't jerk him off." She said sarcastically. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his chest, heat immediately raising between her legs. She hated him for having that effect on her.
"Dearheart...you should watch your tongue."
"Or what? You will sedate me again?!" She yelled, she saw his expression changed but she didn't care. "Threaten me to turn me back into a human again?!" She pushed him away and he stumbled two steps back. She took the two steps towards him, her eyes now glowing red. "You fuck! How dare you?!"
"Dearheart-"
"Fuck you Wesker! And stop calling me dearheart!" He didn't have the time to react when her fist connected with his cheek. His face burned from the hit. Again he underestimated her and her strength. Again, he forgot she was a tyrant, equal to him. It was a long time since he felt pain, and that was enough for him to lose control. He watched her as she advanced on him, she raised her hand wanting to slap him, but he grabbed her wrist and pushed her towards the wall, until she hit it with her back. Her feet didn't touch the ground and before she could react to this, his lips crushed over hers. She tried to bite his lip, to punch and scratch him, anything just to push him away. But Wesker enjoyed when she fought him and he chuckled, his low throaty chuckle sending goose bumps all over her skin.
"My fierce little dearheart." Then he slammed her head on the wall and for a brief moment her vision blurred. She shook her head and saw clearly again, then she punched his face and he stumbled backwards, again. He looked back at her, his eyes glowing red and scaring her. He advanced on her again and trapped her hands above her head while he shoved her against the same part of the wall. It didn't hurt her this time, but her legs buckled and she almost fell. He held her hands tightly, his face inches from hers when his red, angry eyes looked straight into hers.
"Submit." He growled, but she just shook her head.
"Never." He brought one hand down to the end of her tank top and slid it underneath, sneaking his hand up to cup her breast and tease her nipples. Her knees bucked again as she felt his cold finger almost painfully tweaking her nipple. Then his hand went lower and lower until it reached her hot pants. He roughly pushed his hand inside and stroked her swollen clit with his fingers as he growled at her again.
"Submit." Claire wanted to move her hands, but he just tightened his grip around them. His fingers expertly stroked her clit and slowly she began to wet his fingers. Wesker felt this and he felt superior.
"So wet already. You're a bad girl dearheart." He roughly stroked her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her chest heaved up and down, but she wouldn't give him the pleasure and moan. She still struggled, but not that much, only to deepen the pleasure. He watched her face the entire time, but she wouldn't moan.
"Say my name!" He commanded, still rubbing her clit, her wetness making him want to push his now hard cock into her. She stilled but didn't do as he said, he knew though how to make her submit. He pushed two fingers inside her, roughly, and she moaned aloud.
"Yes, that's it. Let me hear you." She moaned now, her head leaned against the wall as she bucked her hips into his hand. He watched her the entire time, her mouth open, her eyes closed. She still didn't say his name though so he retrieved his fingers. Claire almost whimpered from the loss of him, but she didn't get the chance to because he took her hand and guided her towards the bed. He threw her on it but didn't join her. Instead he just stood there, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
"Now dearheart, let me see how you take care of yourself." She shook her head as she breathed heavily, her center pulsing with want. Claire and Wesker watched each other, his narrowed eyes looking into hers, but it wasn't anger she saw in them. It was pure arousal, and Claire wondered if she could drive him insane only so he could fuck her. Finally, she obeyed with a smirk on her face.
First she touched her body, her hands going slowly to her waist then back up to her breasts. She did this a few times, earning a very low groan from him, the sound shooting right to her center. Suddenly he turned and walked towards his large leather seat, he took it and placed it in front of the bed. He took a glass of whiskey and leaned back into the seat, his legs widely spread as he watched her with a smirk on his face. Claire stopped her ministrations and watched him with raised eyebrows.
"Really?" She asked him, referring to the leather seat. Wesker just sipped his whiskey and smirked.
"I do believe you have a show planned for me." She chuckled and shook her head, but she was too horny to be angry at him. She did what she did before, touching herself to her waist then back up to her breasts. She did this a few times before she sneaked her hands under her top. Her hands touched her soft skin, up and down her abdomen, until she reached her breasts and tweaked her nipples. She moaned and did it again, and again, until she finally lifted her tank top to reveal her breasts to him. Now she tweaked her nipples again and moaned louder then before.
She sat up and threw the tank top on his face, she smirked and he just shot her an angry glare, but she didn't care. She was before him, he was watching her as she pleasured herself and he had to admit that it was a huge turn on. She fell back into the bed and touched herself again, tweaking her breasts so he can see it. Then her hand went lower, lower, until it disappeared into her hot pants. Wesker swallowed hard as he took a large sip from his whiskey, enjoying every little sound that escaped her. His erection stood proudly erect in his pants, and soon he would have to remove them.
She stroked her clit much gentler than he did while she thought about their last fuck. It made her all the more eager when she thought about the rough way he took her in her office, thinking about the 'slutty secretary screwing her boss' scenario. She smirked and lifted her legs so he could stare at her rear. Slowly she pushed the hot pants up her legs until she threw them away. She folded her legs, then slowly spread them, until her glistening center was revealed to him. Wesker groaned as he saw just how wet she is and how she pleasured herself, her finger gently stroking her clit. His erection hurt so he put his glass aside and removed his pants and boxers, and his erection bounced free.
Claire didn't see that he undressed because her eyes were closed as she thought about their fuck the entire time. Her finger sped up, her breathing increased as the other hand tweaked her nipples. She was in a state of trance, so she couldn't hold back the words that escaped her.
"Yes...that's it don't stop...oh god...Wesker." His cock twitched and he wondered what he was doing to her in her fantasy that made her begging him not to stop. His hand grabbed the base of his erection and slowly he began to pump while he watched her. Her finger sped up, so did he, and soon both were growling, panting and moaning. Claire's eyes opened as she heard him groan, and she moaned when she saw him pleasuring himself while he watched her. So he goes off on this, she thought as both smirked at each other. She continued her ministrations more eagerly then before and she knew how to add fuel to the fire.
"Wesker...oh god Wesker, please don't stop fucking me, I'm so close." She didn't lie, she was really close. He groaned again, and again he sped up. Knowing she was pleasuring herself while she thought of him fucking her made him almost lose control, but he would try and be patient and wait for her to come first. Then her breathing sped up again, her moans almost turning into screams. Then she came hard, his name leaving her flushed lips. That's it. He yanked his clothing down his legs and kicked them away until he towered over her. She was still riding out her orgasm when he entered her in one swift stroke, all to the hilt. She screamed, but the sensation made her almost come again. Her walls were tight, squeezing his astonishing length when he started to move, his strokes long and hard. Her fingers dug into his shoulders hard as he widely spread her legs.
The angle was perfect and deep, almost crossing the line from pleasure to pain. His strokes were long and hard, and they became faster and faster until her moans turned into screams.
"Yes, scream! Let me hear you!" And she did. She screamed as he pumped brutally into her, not caring if she'll be able to walk later. Claire took in all of his impressive length and screamed, wave after wave of pleasure crushing over her. Her entire body shook but he never stopped, he brought her closer to the edge. He felt her walls tightening around him and then she screamed out, very loud, not caring if her lungs would explode. After a while she came down from the intense orgasm and she opened her eyes, only to see him staring down at her.
"Tell me..." He breathed out, his entire body sweaty. Claire darted out her tongue and licked her lips seductively as she felt him pulsing inside her. Wesker captured her mouth with a rough kiss and trapped her hands above her head before he broke the kiss.
"What?" She said as seductive as possible, and Wesker barely kept calm.
"What was I doing to you that you begged me not to stop?" Claire chuckled and licked her lips again as she moved her hips. Wesker watched her, enjoying the slight movements with her hips as she leaned close to his ear to whisper.
"I was on my knees, and you were fucking me from behind." Without the chance for her to react he pulled out, flipped her on her knees and pushed her head down into the mattress.
"Like this?"
"Oh yes." Then he pushed inside her, and Claire's eyes fell shut. She didn't lie to him, she thought about how it would be if he took her like this. Now she had her answer, and she could never have guessed it would be so amazing. His pace was brutal again, but she didn't mind. Both were monsters, and monsters don't have nice and slow sex. He dug his fingers into her hips so deep he thought he would cause a wound, but he didn't care, nor did she. The pain was thrilling for both of them, and he was only too happy to give her that certain amount of pain.
Claire felt so good, she never wanted him to stop, and he didn't. Somehow she knew they were both made for each other, no other men could please her just as Wesker did. And no other woman could please him just as she pleased him. Wesker closed his eyes and concentrated on the tight, silken walls around him, sending her multiple times over the edge. She didn't feel the lower part of her body anymore as orgasm after orgasm seemed to crush over her. She never stopped moaning or screaming, not caring if anyone would hear them. This was just too delicious and it couldn't be better any way.
Then he sped up even more and Claire thought he would kill her. She lifted her back and tried to push his hands away from her hips, but he just pushed her head back into the mattress. She screamed now, both from pain and arousal, and she wondered if she would get out of here alive. Wesker felt the tension building up in his stomach, his breathing speeding up as he mercilessly slammed into her. Suddenly he grabbed a handful of her hair and brought her back to his chest. He wrapped one arm around her cupping her breast, where the other hand stroked her clit. Again, she felt her release building in the pit of her stomach, until she shattered. But something was different. She felt wave after hot wave filling her and she knew he came as well. Both groaned and moaned, and she did nothing to suppress her screaming.
After a while they came down, still entangled in each others arms as they regained their breathing. They both fell on the bed, both breathing heavily as they looked at each other. Then he stood up and went to the on suite bathroom, not even looking at her. She heard the shower and knew he was showering so she put back on the tank top and hot pants and wanted to leave, but his voice stopped her.
"Dearheart." She stopped and waited for him to finish the shower. He came out with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair dripping. Claire didn't even tried to take her eyes away from his crotch, but he just cleared his throat and she looked back at him.
"We have to go to the TriCell lab. We have a meeting to attend to." Claire rolled her eyes and looked back at him.
"I have to go home to shower and change my clothes." He stepped out of the bathroom and smirked when he stopped in front of her.
"Open the wardrobe." She blinked twice but did as he asked. She opened the wardrobe and there she saw a elegant, black dress hanging inside. She took it out and looked wide eyed at the dress, then at Wesker.
"You bought this?" He didn't answer. Instead he walked towards his dressing room and talked to her.
"Get showered and dressed, we're late." Claire did as he said, although she hated him for buying the dress. Still, the dress was nice, and sexy as hell. It was knee length, tight, her chest and shoulders covered. She smirked and stepped into the shower. The hot water relaxed her body and she closed her eyes as she watered her hair. What a morning, she thought as she took the shower gel before she washed herself. And she hoped that this wasn't the last time for such a morning.
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Excella's driver parked the car in front of his mansion and she stepped out, wearing a tight, yellow green dress. She was styled as always, and she wanted to visit Wesker before the meeting. She graciously walked towards his stairs, then towards his door. She rang the door bell and waited, seconds later his butler opened the door, she wanted to step in but he blocked her path.
"This is Excella Gionne, I'm here on business."
"Miss Gionne, I'm afraid you're not allowed to enter." Her eyes widened as her anger grew.
"Why? Step aside before I make your life a living hell." She pushed the butler aside and paced towards his living room. It was empty. Then she walked towards his kitchen, and her blood froze at what she saw.
Wesker was sitting shirtless on a chair on the large dining table reading the newspapers, but that's not what shocked her. She saw Claire sitting at the other end, her hair down and wearing nothing but a thin, silken mantle. Both ladies eyed each other, the only difference was that Claire smiled when she looked at her.
"You have a visitor Wesker." Claire said as she chewed a small strawberry. Wesker didn't even bother to turn, he just opened the next newspaper page and took a sip from his black coffee before he spoke.
"I thought the butler told you I don't want to be disturbed, Excella." Frustrated, he threw the newspapers on the table and turned on his seat to her. "What is it?" Excella swallowed hard as she stared at Wesker, then back at Claire who never stopped smiling at her. Excella was green with anger, her hands turned to fists as she never looked away from Claire.
"You..." She growled at her with anger written on her face, Claire just put another strawberry in her mouth and chewed it, mockingly. Wesker saw the deadly glare she send his dearheart and he almost snapped her neck.
"Excella...watch your tongue. I warn you." Excella looked back at Wesker only to see his red, angry eyes glaring at her. She swallowed hard as she fought with the tears because of this humiliation. Claire stood up and walked to the kitchen counter to grab a cup of coffee. She then walked to Excella and handed her the cup of coffee.
"Coffee?" Claire's mocking smile never left her face as she looked Excella straight in the eyes. Excella lost it. She growled and without the time to reconsider her action, she pushed the coffee out of Claire's hand, causing the cup to fall to the floor and shatter to pieces. Wesker's head snapped to the two ladies and he saw the shattered cup of coffee on the floor, then he looked at Claire's hand and saw the coffee spilled on it. He lost it. He smashed the newspapers on the table and stood up as his anger grew. How dare she?
"EXCELLA! Excuse yourself, immediately!" He yelled at her, but Excella didn't even look at him, instead she turned and hurried out of the mansion. Claire watched her with narrowed eyes as she left, then she sighed and went to the kitchen counter to grab a towel to pick up the shards.
"And what are you doing?" He asked her, his voice filled with anger and frustration. Claire eyed him confused as he took the towel from her hands and threw it back onto the counter.
"I pay the maid for her work, dearheart, and cleaning this is her work. Now get upstairs and put on the dress I bought." Without anything left to say she went upstairs, a wicked smile appearing on her face when she thought that Excella just prepared her own grave.
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Two hours later...
The headboard of the TriCell company sat at the large conference table, all of them waiting for Albert Wesker to arrive. None of them knew though that Wesker would not arrive alone. Excella sat on her chair, playing with the pencil as her anger grew and grew. She still thought about how she saw Claire sitting in a thin, silken mantle on the same table with Wesker, she still remembered the mocking smile on her face. She breathed heavily and no one dared to ask her what happened, so instead they kept silent.
Finally, the door to the large room opened only to reveal Wesker striding in. Seconds later Claire entered the room, and the smile vanished from Excella's face. What the hell is she doing here, she thought when she glared back at Wesker only to see him rearranging some papers on the table. He didn't even look at her, he only lifted his head to look at Claire, he pointed to the seat next to him showing her she should sit down. Claire eyed Excella then smiled, before she sat down next to Wesker. He cleared his throat before he spoke, his voice firm and bearing a slight note of annoyance.
"As you all know, Miss Sullyvan is now a partner of TriCell, thus she will attend to our regular meetings." Excella narrowed her eyes at him as her anger grew.
"Why Albert? She's just our partner, no co-funder." Wesker slowly turned towards her, his anger clearly audible in his voice.
"She will share her research with us, as well as we'll share ours with hers." He turned his head to the others. "Miss Sullyvan here will provide us with valuable information and research about the human genome. This research will help us study the Uroboros more effectively, and hopefully we'll have better results." Then Claire took a small breath before she spoke, ignoring Excella's glaring completely.
"I have studied the human genome for a long time, thus I can find out what cells or genes to improve to increase the chance of a successful Uroboros merging." Excella let out a 'pfft' when Claire finished. Both Claire and Wesker looked at her and Excella couldn't keep quiet any longer.
"We are researching the human genome here, in TriCell." Then Wesker leaned closer to her, his angry, red glowing eyes looking at her.
"Yet you have absolutely no results." Excella blushed, even here they had to humiliate her. She just looked away from Claire who smiled at her. Claire cleared her throat and continued.
"The research I provide is more thorough, more precise. I will do my best to bring the best results." Then she saw Wesker's red glowing eyes staring at her, and again she felt a cold shudder running down her spine. She smirked at him and he looked back at the other members.
"She will receive her identity card so she will be seen here more often." Then he stood up, took the few papers he brought in with him and walked towards the door. All of them sat like glued on the chairs, waiting for Wesker to get out so they could stand up. He stopped by the door though and turned.
"Dearheart." He said and Claire's head shot back at him. She smirked and graciously stood up before she walked towards Wesker. Both of them exited the conference room, then the others started leaving as well. Only Excella sat there, silent and humiliated. Suddenly her phone rang and she took it out, she recognized the number shown on the screen.
"Yes?"
"Miss Gionne? This is Jenkins speaking. Please meet me at your home. It is urgent." Excella stood up and hurried out of the room. She hastily went towards the elevator. All the way out of the TriCell building she thought about a reason why the detective she hired called her. Her heartbeat was frantic and she couldn't wait to hear what news he carries to her.
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