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Cläo's Outfit of the chapter ♡
Cläo ♡
Returning from work at 4pm, earlier than usual, I stripped out of my work clothes and into a short crop top and some high waisted blue jeans, I wanted to seem as normal as possible.
"Where you going?" Hanna asks, by the looks of it, shes showered any threw on some of my spare clothes I landed her.
"I have to go undercover." I sigh, she raises an eyebrow.
"Undercover? You're not a freaking agent." She takes a seat on my bed, I sit by her.
"I know. A head co worker wants me to go undercover and find out about underground fight clubs, she says I have 'the looks', she pretty much wants me to seduce the fighters into giving me information." I roll my eyes, scrolling through Instagram.
"Wow. Wait, no no no." Her eyes widen and her mouth slightly parts.
"What what what." I urge her.
"Shawn, the hot guy you were talking to, he ... he sort of- participates."
Oh, great.
"Wow. Just what I needed, I've already failed."
"You've not failed. You haven't told him your job, right? Good. If he asks, you're a poet."
I laugh, " A poet?"
She rolls her eyes laughing, "it'll work, so whens the first fight happening?"
"Tonight." She gives me a 'for real?' Look, I nod.
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Shawn ♡
"Another win for Mendes!" The referee holds my hand up and I smile for the people clapping. And for the ones booing.
My breathing rugged, I hop out the ring and walk into the locker room. There sat a blonde in a tight, black dress perched on the bench, Emily.
She was practically drooling at my sweat covered chest and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. All I craved was hearing that English accent again, no accent can compare.
"What're you doing here." I take a sip of my drink, attempting to catch my breath and trying not to focus on the blood oozing out my knuckles, and the blood dripping from the cut in my eyebrow.
"I just wanna talk." She walks to me slowly, in a teasing, seductive matter.
"I'm done talking." I say, grabbing my towel and leaving the changing room, there I banged into something small.
A girly squeak left the persons mouth, and a loud thump caught my attention.
My eyebrows shot up almost immediately, her hair covered her face and although I had no idea who this girl was my instinct was to help her up, immediately.
"Thank you." She smiles, removing the hair out her face.
Cläo?
Her hair was as waves of pure earth, softly reflecting the light of the sun; each strand moving freely in an ocean born breeze, a compliment to her stillness. With eyes of river waters, in glossy serenity, her aura seeped into the summer air between us. And in that moment, in that fraction of time, her smile was in every God given feature, and I knew I was home.
"Shawn." She says and I laugh at the pronunciation. 'Sure-n'.
"Cläo?" I smile.
"You remember my name."
"How could I forget the name of the most beautiful women I've ever met."
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