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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Why does my chest feel heavy? I can't move.
My eyes snap open, but I instantly regret it as the sunlight burns my retinas. I pry them open again, and I take in the unusual surroundings. And why is my chest so heavy? My gaze shifts down, and I see why.
I look at the man who currently has his arm sprawled across my chest and has my heart.
Chris looked like a mountain of muscle. His torso was bare and was unfortunately covered by the duvet. His shoulders looked like pure muscle. His eyelashes make fan-like shadows on his face. Damn, this man's skin was clean. I could see every pore. His eyebrows were thick but not bushy. They were just right, just for him. His face looked rest. The lines of worry I sometimes see on him are nowhere to be seen. He looked like he had no cares or problems. I find myself tracing his sharp jaw lightly with my finger. If only his eyes were open...
"Like what you see?" he spoke. His husky morning voice greeted my ears. Then his azure eyes opened and immediately found me gaping. They reminded me of sapphires. It felt like my heart dropped to my panties. How can one man cause this reaction without even touching me? His lips quirked up in a smirk, knowing I was gawking at him. For a moment, I swear his eyes sparkled.
"Good morning," my voice comes out a little hoarse. What the-
"Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?" He kept talking.
"O- okay. Actually, that was one of the best nights I've had in a while," I admit. My thumb gently rubs his stubble. His cute smile greets my vision, and I can't help but return it. "What about you? How did you sleep?" I asked.
"Best night of my life," he admits. Did y'all feel those butterflies?
I smile and bite my bottom lip, which is now his new focus. He spares no time in moving to hover above me and kiss me.
My fingers thread through his hair. His kiss is soft but dominating, just like him.
"So beautiful," he mutters, still attached to my lips before pulling away, and staring into my soul with those hypnotising eyes.
After a few more core-shattering kisses, we finally get out of bed and freshen up for breakfast. I forgot to message Gia last night due to activities, but when I texted her, she wasn't surprised. She said, and I quote, "No surprise, babe. Get laid! See you when you get back."
That girl. I laugh and reply before going to the kitchen, only to lose my breath.
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Chris was leaning on the counter drinking what looked like coffee. His top half in full view. The sunlight did his muscles justice, and the light formed shadows on his rippled core. I can see the sharp ridges from here. He looked like a snack, honestly. He looked at the sea through the glass, admiring the natural mural. He must have sensed my presence because he turned around and beckoned me over with a smile. I walked over to him and sat on the counter next to him.
He puts down his coffee and turns to stand in front of me. His fingers run a sly track between my thighs which causes them to separate. He steps between them and gives me a peck on my nose, "What do you want for breakfast? Anything you want, just name it."
I think for a bit. "Croissants with bacon and coffee?" I raise an eyebrow and smile. I have a soft spot for bacon.
"Consider it done, baby" he kisses me and walks around the island to start breakfast.
After a few minutes of admiring the view, I started to help him with the bacon. We also made scrambled eggs and cappuccinos.
We take advantage of the poolside table and have an outside breakfast. -
Imagine someone sprinkling glitter on a rippling cyanic blanket. That's what the sea looks like right now. A world apart from mine. With creatures who have their own natural routine. Numerous food chains. Eat or be eaten.
Even sea creatures have families. They leave their family, go out to hunt, and sometimes never return. Apex creatures have nothing to worry about.
In my eyes, my mother was an apex. Nothing could stop her. No lack of funds, no broken heart. Even being a single mother, she was my rock. I never knew my father. He left when I was a baby. When I asked about him, my mother always brushed it off, avoiding the topic. She was a force to be reckoned with but life, as unfair as it is, told me she wasn't. Her predator was a heart attack and was sadly successful.
Just like sharks when they hunt and catch their prey. It's expected. The fish know that they will no longer be swimming freely one day, but they just... never expect it. I felt like a fish. Caught off guard. Defenses down. I felt like that when I saw her lying on the floor. Lifeless.
Now I feel like that again but in a good way. The unexpected but expected shark being Christopher James Moretti. This imperfect man has captured and devoured my heart. Caught off guard when his blue orbs met mine and consumed me with everything he did.
I never planned to tell him about my mother, and neither did I plan to cry. His past with Fabian was also unexpected. I thought he knew my mom, but he didn't mention her.
This man carried his past mistakes and pain on his shoulders. When he told me about the funeral, it looked like a weight had fallen off his shoulders.
Talking about my mom, I felt her with me, reminiscing the happy memories.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" His smooth voice greets my ears. His arms hugged my waist as he stood behind me. It's funny that in so little time, just being in this man's arms makes me feel safe.
He kisses my temple. "Earth to Cleo," he peppers feather-like kisses on my neck. My name sounds so natural coming from him. Like it was made for him to say.
I reach up and run my fingers through his wet hair. After breakfast, we found ourselves in the pool. In translation, Chris picked me up like a sack of potatoes and jumped in anyway when I made up every excuse that I didn't have any more clothes to change. I only packed clothes to sleep, extra underwear, and toiletries. When I glared at him, he just laughed and kissed the pout of my face. I swear I'm dating a teenager.
"Just thinking," I answer.
"About?" his voice rumbles like thunder.
"You're my shark," I smirk to myself knowing, he is hella confused right now. I turn in his arms.
"Are you saying that because I bit you?" he smugly smiles at me knowing, he put a few hickeys on my neck.
"No, you weirdo," I laugh. "You captured my heart, and in so little time too. I don't talk about my mom with anyone except Gia and Luca. I feel comfortable with you," I skimmed my thumb across his bottom lip. I know, I know. That's a lot to say within just two weeks but, I mean every word. Life is too short to hold anything back. I'm taking this opportunity by the balls. "You're my shark." I simply say.
What he does next just puts an extra seal on my fate?
He dips me underwater and kisses the hell out of me. Did I mention he is a fantastic kisser? Because that's so worth mentioning. He brings me back up and leans his forehead as mine.
"You're my shark too, baby girl," his voice is husky and full of emotion. I smile and place a chaste kiss on his lips.
