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Chapter One♥Leanore

I fixed my auburn hair in the mirror, the large ringlets became slightly smaller as I ran my hands through them. Royal blue winged eyeliner lined my blue eyes along with sparkly gold eye-shadow. My eyebrows had recently been plucked to perfection. My lips where full, my lipstick was a powder pink matte and I quickly fixed it up. I inspected my heart shaped face quickly, making sure my contour was blended properly, quickly running my fingers over a patch of blush that was too dark. My light pink acrylic nails left small lines in my not-yet-dry foundation and I pout. "Awe man..." I quickly get my pink beauty blender and fix it before sighing. "Great"

I tuck my pastel blue shirt into my pink high-lo skirt, bending down slightly to adjust my pastel purple knee high kitty socks. And get down on one knee to re-tie the pink laces of my white converse.

I look at the light pink collar on my vanity and frown before dropping it into the small purple trashcan right next to it.

I grin at my appearance before walking to my front door. I open it to see man about to knock.

He was tan and muscular with blonde hair, green eyes that seemed to sparkle, soft pink lips, and looked like a big meanie.

"Hiya mister" I greet "Y'know it takes more muscles to frown than it does to smile?"

I tilt my head to the side curiously at the man. He wore a tux with a red tie and pocket square. He looked too beautiful and fancy to be standing on the porch of my dingy apartment.

"Leanore Valentine?" He asks, his voice deep and formal.

"That's me" I beam up at him. My 5'3 height nothing compared to his almost 6 foot one. I was very petite and knew that if this man wanted to he could probably kill me with one hit. Or a look. I mean, if looks could kill. The way he glared at me made me uncomfortable and I shifted my weight from foot to foot nervously before composing myself.

"Did you wanna come in sir?" I look up at him. He seems to contemplate for a second before brushing past me. He pauses for a split second when we make contact, tingles run through me.

"Ok..." I follow him in, shutting my door. I take a seat on my white couch and watch him look around my apartment. He stood awkwardly in the middle of my small living room.

I cross my legs in a lady like manner and rest my hands on my knees. Examining the man in front if me.

He was definitely attractive. My eyes trailed up his body as I bit the side of my lip. His hands where large, I wonder how many fingers he can fit inside my-

"Do you know why I'm here?" He asks coldly

"Nope" I look back up at his handsome face

"My name is-" and suddenly realization hit me and I stood up. I had seen this man. In a book. In my dreams. My nightmares.

"Cupid" I glare

"Yes..." He trails off slightly. With a sigh I grab a rose gold shot glass off the black coffee table and poor a clear drink into it. Vodka and invisible cool-aid mix. I usually drank this in a larger glass but the shot glass was closer. Quickly swallowing the small amount of alcohol and pouring another shot I walk over to him.

"Here to punish me?" I ask seductively, yet with a hard glare. I see a smirk tug at the edges of his mouth.

"Not quite, sweetheart" He looks at me, the nickname tugs at me slightly. With a curious look I take a step towards him. A tugging feeling emits from my chest and butterflies form in my stomach. I was about an inch away from him. I wanted to vomit. He had a strange expression on his face as I looked into his eyes, our closeness obviously having some effect on him too.