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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What is this man doing to me? As soon as I saw the mini picnic he set up, I burst into tears. I never got this much effort before. I'm no stranger to romance, but the effort and small gestures like this... nope. I felt a little bad for crying. He thought he had done something wrong.
That couldn't be further from the truth.
Time flew as we started to eat. We talked about random things even played 20 questions.
"Favourite colour?"
"Blue obviously," I smile at him.
"Woman after my own heart," he smiles. I swear, since we got here, his smile just got brighter and bigger every time.
"Favourite memory," I say a little too quickly. I was excited to learn more about him. He thinks for a bit.
"I think it was in college. Okay so, Mateo and I went to a party and got completely wasted. So he came up with the bright idea to go to the headmaster's office and spray paint on his door in our boxers," he laughs, "he was so drunk that he couldn't even do it properly. Anyways, he finished his incoherent writing and then signed his stupid name on the door," he shakes his head.
Yeah, that was dumb.
"The next morning, we got called to his office. We were beyond confused until we saw the door. The goon just smiled and tried to sweet-talk the headmaster, which only got us into more trouble," he sighs, "I swear, I don't know why I kept him around."
I bust out laughing, trying to imagine a drunk Chris vandalizing his headmaster's door. I haven't officially met Mateo, but he sounds like a lot of fun from Chris' perspective.
"Okay, let's hear yours," he says with a smile on his face after I finally grow sober from my laughing. I instantly think of my mom and all the fun times we had. I never really had friends growing up. It was only until college, when I met Gia, that I had a true friend. She loved my mom. She always thought of her as a second daughter.
"I think mine is when Gia and I were baking with my mom. She taught us a new dish every time. My favourite one was bacon calzones. Anyways, in the end, both us and the kitchen were a huge mess. I mean, like flour in our hair and tomato sauce on the floor and walls kind of a mess. Up to this day, I still don't know how it managed to get that far, so we did what normal people do and took a bunch of pictures. Even my mom had tomato paste on her face." I giggle, picturing my mom. She was the light in my life. No matter how bad my day may have been, just seeing her face made it worth it.
"Do you still have them? The pictures?" Chris snaps me out of my daze. I nod and pull out my phone to show him the pictures. He looks at them with a smile. He even takes his phone and takes a picture of the one where I am laughing and pasting Gia's face with my hand covered in tomato sauce. "You were cute," he compliments.
"Were?" I smirk.
"Oh, you know what I mean," he retorts and then gives me his best smile. I roll my eyes and stick my tongue out at him before taking a bite of the double chocolate brownie I picked up a while ago.
