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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"I miss you,'' I say in a low voice before I can stop myself and sigh.
"I miss you too. What do you say I swing by your office after work?" Hell yes! I instantly start to clear my desk to finish up what I need to get the hell out of here. I end up knocking a container with pens on the floor and curse at myself."Chris?" She must have heard the papers.
"No. No. I'll come to you. Where do you work?" I say a little too quickly.
"I work at Vinci Antique Shop about two blocks from my-" Fabian's shop.
"I know it. I'll be there at 4 o'clock." I quipped. "A dopo, gattina." I hang up the phone.
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"Yes, the teal silk will do.... Yes.... Tuesday 8 am sharp... thank you, Daniel," I put down the phone.
My Teal Explosion Line is coming out in 2 months, so the countdown has begun, which means my stress level increases by 75% every day. I drag a hand down my face and check my watch. 3:30. Perfect timing.
I grab my phone and wallet. I left my jacket behind, which left me in my light blue shirt.
I let my receptionist, Clara, know I'm leaving and she nods a goodbye. The elevator ride felt like a century. I finally got to the garage to my 1954 Jaguar and her.
The ride to Fabian's is only 15 minutes, so I park close by and by some flowers.
Red tulips.
4 o'clock on the dot.
Four o'clock on the dot, I walk into the small shop and my eyes instantly see her. She was focusing on a paper that looked like a list. Her furrowed eyebrows showed a deep interest in the paper as she scribbled something down.
As if she knows I'm staring, she looks up and her brown eyes set on mine, and I think my heart skips a beat. Yellow looks stunning on her.
She smiles and waves at me. "Hey you," she says so sweetly with the brightest smile on her face. I mirror her smile and walk closer to her.
"Ciao tesoro," I kiss her cheek and give her the flowers. She thanks me by wrapping her arms around my waist. I look down at her and I can't help my smile.
"Okay, so we sold 30% of our watches in 3 days. That should- Christopher?" I hear Fabian's voice and look up to see him looking at me in surprise.
"Fabian. It's been a while," two years to be exact.
"Too long, figlio!" he walks over to me and wraps me in a tight embrace. It felts like a father's hug. The last time I saw Fabian was at my father's funeral and we did not have a pleasant exchange.
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