Cleo Miranda Adams is a part-time clerk at a small antique shop and an aspiring guitarist. Music has been part of her life since birth. After a tough loss, she focuses on building a name for herself and doing what she loves.
Billionaire and perfecti...
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Waking up at 11 a.m. on a Saturday morning never felt better. For some reason, today, I felt happier. Maybe because of a certain man who looks like he was hand-crafted by Greek gods.
I brushed my teeth, washed my hair, and took a shower. Today felt like a bra-free day, so I put on one of my oversized off-the-shoulder tops. I moisturized my hair and let it air dry.
Gia was at her mom's this weekend, so it was just me. I put on some music and made some pancakes and bacon for breakfast. Something about sweet and salty combos was just addicting.
With James Arthur- Ride playing over the speaker, the bacon sizzling and pancakes cooking... nothing could be better than this.
Yeah, I got my еyes wide shut, drivin' through the night And my lungs are filled with purple haze.
Something about that man's voice just does something to me. I sang from the top of my lungs when I heard a message come through the speaker. I lower the heat on the bacon and run to my phone, still singing with a piece of bacon in my mouth.
"Baby, just to ride with you, ride with you, ride with you, ride.
Baby, just to ride with you, ri-" I almost choked as I saw who messaged me. Why am I even surprised?
Christopher: Buongiorno tesoro. Hope you slept well. ;)
Christopher: I slept like a baby. What are you doing today? Besides your little date...
He remembered that detail?
Me: I'm in the middle of making breakfast right now. Pancakes and bacon
Christopher: sounds delicious! Are you free this evening?
Me: are you asking me out, Mr. Moretti?
I tease.
Christopher: Yes. Are you free?
Straight to the point then.
Me: Then yes, I am free this evening. Where are we going?
Christopher: It's a surprise. Wear something comfortable. I'll be there by 6. Don't make me wait ;)
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is Christoper Moretti for you. A persistent man who knows what he wants. You may be asking yourself, 'Why is she going out with a man she only just met a week ago?' The truth is, even though he was rude to me when we first conversed, there was something about him. On the outside, he demanded perfection but on the inside, he still accepted I made a mistake that night, and well, me. I mean, he hunted me down just to apologize.
Who said the great Christopher Moretti couldn't change?
I put my phone down and went back to my breakfast. I eat and then find myself in the small window seat playing my guitar, looking at the vintage street. I found inspiration there. Something about looking at people walking on the street, knowing that neither of them is perfect and had their own problems, was somewhat comforting. I tried out some new songs. I even started working on a song of my own.
I stayed there for a couple of hours, getting lost in my art. When I finally checked the time, it was 4:30 p.m.
Perfect. Half an hour to overthink and plan an outfit and an hour to get ready.
I chose sea blue fitted jeans, a white tank top tucked in, and a knitted brown cashmere sweater. It was a bit chilly today since it's the middle of August. I tie my hair up in a messy bun and accessorize with white sneakers and a brown satchel. I pack my phone, my charger, my wallet, and AirPods. I make it a rule never to leave home without my AirPods.
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5:58 p.m. Perfect. I lock up and head downstairs to wait on him. I text Gia to tell her who I am with. I'm definitely gonna hear a speech later.
The familiar sleek Ferrari 458. He pulled up right in front of me. The door opened, and I think my heart dropped into my stomach. He is too fine for his own good. He looked so ordinary. Like if you saw him in the street, you wouldn't think he was the best designer in Italy. Hell, you probably wouldn't have even recognized him. He was clothed in denim. His jeans and shirt matched. They weren't tight, but they still highlighted his sculpted shape. His hair looked soft and perfectly styled.
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He got to me in a few long strides while his eyes travelled the length of my body. Was he was checking me out?
"Bellissima," he compliments before taking my hand and kissing the top of it. Blushing would be an understatement right now. I give him my best smile, and we get into the car. Let's go on a date!
