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.
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My eyes slowly crack open, and I look at the small room I'm in. The last thing I remembered was seeing Amy Adams and the sound of Cleo's heartbeat putting me to sleep.
I stretch my muscles and sigh. After Taylor's little stunt, I needed a good rest. I don't know what I'm going to do about him yet, and I have to be smart.
I finally leave her room and walk into the living room. The activities of earlier flash in my mind. Beautiful was an understatement. Cleo was that, and so much more. Alluring, elegant, angelic, majestic... Hell, ask Google. Her skin was soft and warm, just like her hands. I expected her to say no, but she again surprised me by ripping her top off. I walk towards the kitchen, and I hear Harry Styles softly playing in the kitchen.
And that's when I see her. She stood with her back to me, stirring something on the stove and swaying her hips.
Did I mention she was still in my freaking shirt and those cute shorts?
She looked good like that. Not that she didn't always look good, she does, but something about her being my shirt makes me what to beat my chest like a gorilla.
"You don't have to say you love me. I just wanna tell you somethin'. Lately, you've been on my mind," she starts to sing. I lean on the wall and admire her tiny form. She bends over and opens the oven to give me a perfect view of her covered behind.
"Honey ah ah ah. I'd walk through fire for you. Just let me adore you. Oh, honey a- ow shit!" she curses to herself.
Time for me to step in. "Well, hello there, beautiful," I walk over to her and kiss her temple while she runs her burnt finger under the cold water.
"Hi," she sighs with relief and leans on me. My hand snakes around her waist, rubbing her side.
"You okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, just burnt my stupid finger," she mumbles, which makes me chuckle. She removes her hand and dries it. I take her hand, kiss the finger she burnt and then her knuckle. "All better." The blush that takes over her face is adorable.
"I made us Chinese for dinner," she tells me as she goes back to the pot on the stove. Thank God, it was on a low fire, else I'll have to do more than kiss her hand. Not that I mind.
My stomach growls at her words which earns a giggle from her. "Guess I don't have to ask if you're hungry again."
"Yeah yeah yeah," I retort and pinch her hip. She jumps and gives me a death glare, and I just blow her a kiss.
We end up eating in her room. I took some time to observe it. It was small but big enough for her. Her walls were beige with a mocha brown accent. It was like her as a room. Her dresser had polaroid pictures around the frame. I may have snuck a look before I went outside. Most of them were of Cleo, and another girl, who I assumed was her best friend. The other few were of her; most of them candid. In one, she was stuffing what looked like a burger in her mouth. Completely innocent and unsuspecting.
"What time are you-" her voice is cut off by the door opening.
"Leo!" we hear a female voice from outside, followed by the door shutting.
Cleo looks at the time on her phone.
"Crap, Gia's here. I lost track of time," she tells me with an apologetic look.
"It's okay, baby. I enjoyed our day together," I kiss her soft lips. "Do you want me to leave?" I ask while silently pleading that she says no.
"No. It's okay," she says softly before biting her bottom lip. One of her nervous reactions. "Do you... I want you to meet my best friend," she bites her fingernail. "Is that okay with you?"
I chuckle softly and kiss her. "I would love to," The beam she gives me makes me melt. She grabs my hand and pulls me off the bed excitedly, which causes me to stumble a little.
"Red!" she answers her friend. We walk into the living room, and I see a fiery head of hair. "Hey babe," Cleo greets her. Her hand was still in mine, and I recognized her as the girl from the ball.
The girl standing in front of us looks at me. Her eyes look me up and down, and she smirks at Cleo. "Now, I see why you didn't answer immediately," Cleo blushes and rolls her eyes.
"Gia, this is Chris. Chris, this is my best friend Gia," she gestures between the two of us.
"Pleased to meet you, Gia," I give her a sincere smile and offer my hand. She walks forward and shakes my hand.
"So you're Mr. Perfect," she smirks at me, which makes Cleo groan and hide behind me. I smile and nod.
"I guess I am," I answer.
"Hurt my best friend, you answer to me. Capiche?" she gives me a pointed look. This girl doesn't play.
"Wouldn't dream of it," I answer with a serious tone.
"Good, then nice to meet you too," she finally gives me a wide smile. She had the same fire as Cleo, and she earned my respect for that.
"Girl, stop hiding," she rolls her eyes at the suddenly bashful figure of cute still hiding behind me and then struts into the kitchen muttering something about needing food. I wrap my arms around her from behind me and maneuver her forward. She turned and buried her face in my chest.
"Come on, baby. Mr. Perfect and Red are getting along," I smirk in her hair. She groans and mumbles, "I'm going to bed."
She tries to walk away, but I throw her over my shoulder before she can take another step. I ignore her requests to be put down as I walk to her sofa and sit on the couch with her on my lap.
"Seriously?" she rolls her eyes at me and rests her head on my shoulder. I chuckle and kiss her head. Gia walks in with a bowl of some of the Chinese food we made and sits on the sofa, smirking at us.
We get to know each other for a while before it's time for me to leave. I found out that Gia is a personal shopper and a really good one at that. Her eyes sparkled with pride as she talked about some of her adventures. When she started to spill embarrassing stories
After seeing these two in action, I realize it's getting late. I put on my clothes in Cleo's room while she talks with Gia outside.
"Alright, I'm off ladies," I announce, tucking my phone in my pocket. Cleo walks up to me and lands a kiss on my lips. My arms hug her waist and lift her off the floor. "I'll be back soon, baby girl," I say, still attached to her lips. I place her on the floor and kiss her forehead.
After saying goodbye to them, I go downstairs to my car. My phone gets a notification.
Mateo: Danvers said 9 a.m.
Me: Okay. Thank you.
Mateo: I gotcha
I place my phone in the console and start my car. I drive onto the street and make my way home. Tomorrow is a new day.
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