After Cleo loses her parents by the age of 18 she moves into her best friend's house. The day April decides to move to Australia for a new job, Cleo chooses to move with her, nothing is holding her back. She works in the library of Port Lincoln, lov...
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What a week. We got new orders, and old books needed to be sorted and packed so we could make space for new arrivals, the last time I did this was when I started working there. I put a fresh shirt on and start brushing my teeth as the doorbell rings. "It's 11 pm, who the hell is that?" I say to my reflection. April has a key and I don't know anyone else here who would visit at this time of night. I walk over to the door and look through the spy hole. You've got to be kidding me. I haven't seen him in weeks and now he stands at my door? "What the he-" I freeze and choke on my toothpaste. He is covered in blood, dried blood, and a red cut is still bleeding under his right eye. "I didn't know where to go," he stutters and leans against the door frame for support. How did he find out where I live? Two men in almost the same condition reach out for him but he shakes his head. "Go to the motel at the end of the street, clean yourself up, rest. I'll text you tomorrow. " "Kod-" "I said go!" I look at them, they nod and leave. "Come in," I open the door, put the toothbrush in my mouth, and reach out to help him as if my tiny ass could support a 6 ft and pure muscle grown ass man. "It's fine, it looks more painful than it is," he breathes as he walks in and sits on the couch. "Do you need something, can I get you any painkillers?" I walk to the bathroom, put my toothbrush away, wash my mouth, and wet a cloth for him. "Do you have any liquor?" "Do I look like a bar?" He cocks a brow, clears his throat and immediately winces with the upcoming pain. I smile. "I have wine, vodka, and some leftover whiskey what do -" "Whiskey, I'll take the bottle." "Here." I walk over to the couch and give him the bottle of whiskey. He takes a sip. I sit next to him. "Here ehm..I thought you might want to clean your face." He turns his head and looks at me. He looks tired, exhausted, and like he is in a lot of pain. "Fine, I'll do it, hold still." I lean closer to him and start wiping the dried blood off of his face. Once I reach the cut he hisses in pain. "Sorry, this looks deep, you might need stitches." "What do you know about stitches, you work in a library," he says and brings the bottle to his lips. I raise a brow and wipe over the cut again only this time I add a bit of pressure. "Fuck!" He groans. I smile. "Yeah, you, too." I roll my eyes and get up, I feel him following me with his gaze. "Did you come to insult me? Or don't you have enough other people you can go to?" "I needed a safe place." "How is my apartment a safe place? And speaking off how do you know where my apartment is?" "Because you're a nobody and you shouldn't underestimate me." Wow. "At least I'm not a whore anymore." He shakes his head and drinks. "I came here because no one would expect me here, the people who are looking for me are at my house now, destroying every single part of it. My parents own the building and I have access to every contract, I just looked for your name." "Nice, and when they find out you hide here they're going to destroy my apartment, too?" "They won't find out." The doorbell rings and someone knocks three times at the door. I look at him. "That's Maxwell, he brought me some clothes." I walk over and open the door. "Maxwell, come in." He doesn't look at me, respond, or move. "Boss, I got your stuff. I'm waiting for instructions. Good night." He says, drops the big black bag next to the entrance, and leaves. "Well, that was rude." I slam the door shut. "Why aren't you wearing any pants?" "Because I was about to go to bed." "Like this?" "How do you expect me to go to bed? With cute pajamas? A negligee? In a onesie?" "You just wear an oversized shirt to bed?" "Are you sure you don't have a concussion or something? Where are you going with this conversation? Why does it matter what I wear in bed?" "Emily wore different pajamas every night, she even got them steam cleaned, and they even matched the sheets. I didn't expect -" "What? You didn't expect what? That woman can go to sleep in an oversized shirt and their underwear and not match their sheets?" He tries to stand up. He grinds his teeth in pain. I take a step forward but stop. "I didn't expect that it would be so effortless to pick an outfit you just sleep in." "Why, how do you sleep?" "Naked." He says, grins, picks the bag up, and stumbles over to the bathroom.
I take a pillow and a blanket out of my bedroom and lie down on the couch. After fifteen minutes he comes back, wet hair, black shorts white t-shirt sticking to his body.
Holy fuck.
"What are you doing?" "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare it's just-" "I mean, what are you doing on the couch?" "Oh, because you're too big to sleep properly here so I thought you could have the bed and I'll just stay-" He bends over me, hand on the edge of the blanket, gosh, he smells so good. "Move to the bed, I'm sure they're is enough space for both of us." His gaze makes me freeze again and I have no idea why. "It has enough space I just -" He pulls the blanket away, my shirt rode up, his eyes move down and he narrows his eyes over my stomach and down to my red panties. He clears his throat and looks at me again. "Bed. Now!" "Or what?" I'm sure if he could he would have thrown me over his shoulder and carried me to the bedroom. He stares at me. I get up, take my pillow with me, and walk past him straight to the bedroom. I lie down, and he follows shortly after. "So, do you want to cuddle?" He looks really confused, and I laugh. "You made me come to bed with you, I thought you might want to cuddle." "This is your home, your bed. I won't let you sleep on the couch, so I can have the bed." "Well, then. Good night. If you need anything, get it yourself. " I grin and turn around and close my eyes as he lies down next to me.
