Luke was well known for his ruthlessness. He was a cold gang leader with no mercy for killing anyone, whether they were fifteen or sixty-five. At sixteen he was already the most powerful gang leader in New York. Nothing could move him. Nothing could...
Six months had passed since Lilianna's mother dropped her off at my doorstep. She had grown so much in that time, and was even beginning to crawl. She had even began trying to talk. I could have sworn she had said dada at some point, but Cleo had dismissed it with a laugh and told me Lilianna was still a few months from talking.
With full honesty, there was no one I was more grateful for than Cleo. She had helped me so much, and if not for her I don't know what I would have done for my little girl. I would have never told her this because Cleo would never be interested in someone the likes of me, but in my eyes she became a sort of mother figure for Lilianna.
She took care of my daughter as if she were her own. She held her when, on the rare occasion, I could not get her to stop crying. She helped in feeding and taking care of her. I wasn't even sure if she understood what everything she did really meant to me. So, I was determined to try and show her.
"Baby doll?" I called after knocking on Cleo's door three times. I held Lilianna's carrier in my right hand, my daughter chewing and drooling on her fist.
A few seconds passed before Cleo finally opened the door. My breath caught in my throat when she did. Fuck...she was drop dead gorgeous. A man would have to be all powerful to not imagine doing the dirtiest of things to her right then and there.
Her blonde hair, for once instead of being in the half cornrow on the side of her head, was lightly curled and flowing over her shoulders. Her makeup more gentle with sweet blue and pink hues, in contrast to her regular dark eyeliner and eye shadow, this more accentuated her vibrant green eyes. Her skin glowed, obviously having been freshly moisturized. And her dress. Fuck...the dress.
It was white, making her look actually look like an angel, and short, only coming down to her mid thigh, showing off her long legs. God those sweet legs, I just wanted them wrapped around my waist and hips, fuck I wanted them around my head while going down on her. There was a reason I called her angel legs.
The top of her dress dipped low, exposing her cleavage and top of her beautiful breasts. God, I wanted to hold them in my hands, kiss them and rub them while thrusting into her. I wanted her so bad, my pants began to strain against a certain body part, which, with an embarrassed cough, I tried to conceal and not give away by the redness of my face.
Apparently, it was enough, as Cleo chuckled and turned to show off her gorgeous figure from behind. "I see you like the dress," she said, looking over her shoulder at me and winking.
My eyes bulged when I looked down at her ass. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My pants became more strained when I saw how her dress rode up her ass just enough for me to catch a glimpse of a black lace thong. Oh that would definitely be coming off tonight. I'd drag it down her legs with my teeth and then stuff it in her mouth while I fucked her the only way a naughty slut like her deserved.
A hand was pressed against my chest, snapping me out of my imagination and back to reality, with Cleo standing in front of me with a sultry smile playing on her lips. "What do you need, hot stuff?" She whispered in my ear.
Suddenly everything came back to me. I remembered that I was holding Lilianna's carrier, with Lilianna inside, and that I had just thought of many dirty things to do to Cleo, while my daughter was right there. I coughed and backed up a little, scratching the back of my head nervously.
"Well...I..." Fuck. What if she said no? It was always just sex with us. Sure, we were best friends, but I wanted so much more. I wanted more than sex. In a way I had always wanted more; but she was two years older than me, I was sure there was no way she'd want something exclusive with me. Still, I found the balls to confront possible rejection. "Would you like to go out tonight?" There. It was done.
The surprise couldn't have been more clear on her face. Her sea green eyes shot wide and pink lips fell open. I couldn't help the images that came to my mind at the sight of her open mouth.
The longer it took her to gather her words for an answer, the more my anxiety built up for what that answer would be. I desperately wanted it to be yes. And if it wasn't, there was a chance our friendship would be forever ruined. Either that or we would at least go back to our regular routine of just sex, and of course her helping out with Lilianna because she definitely had a soft spot for her.
Slowly, Cleo seemed to regain her composure until finally she stood as confidently as before, with a much more radiant smile. "I would like that. I would really, really like that." She said softly. "Would you...like to come inside?" She offered, opening the door more, so I could walk past.
As soon as I walked inside I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. She said yes. She and I were going out tonight. But...what if she didn't see it as a date? What if she just saw this as a friendly get together as we sometimes did? Maybe I needed to make it more clear that I wanted this to be more than a fake ID to a bar only to sneak out back half an hour later to chain-smoke weed. I wanted this to be...
"Cleo!" I said quickly, turning to grab her hand in mine and pull her close. "I don't want this to be a bar hop. I don't want us to sneak out back to grab a smoke. I want...I want you to dress up, and I want to take you out. I want this to be a date." I gulped, and waited for her response.
And that's the chapter. So this is what Cleo currently looks like in her dress.
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