Parties and late night drunken states meant everything when it came to Clover Paige; especially if it meant leaving her wild thoughts behind and losing herself in a bottle of Jack Daniels. Her name is just an illusion, you would think anyone named C...
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"Sometimes our disappointments may truly be opportunities in disguise." — Nitya Prakash
IT WAS THE FOLLOWING DAY AND SHE NOW LOOKED AT HERSELF IN THE MIRROR. Clover's hair was styled in a sleek ponytail, not a stray strand falling in her face. The makeup she wore was dark; her eyes lined with coal and her eyelids smoked out with black eyeshadow. Her cheekbones were carved out with contour which made her look a few years older and her full lips adorned a crimson red color.
The gold earrings dangling from her ears glistened in the light, making her appear more glamorous. Clover glanced down at her outfit, making sure everything was perfectly in place. The lingerie style top she wore clung to the upper half of her body and its plunging neckline allowed for her breasts to sneakily spill out. On the lower half of her body, her legs were covered by a pair of black leather pants.
She didn't want every inch of her skin to be on show because it drove the men mad when things were left to imagination.
Clover went over to her bed, which her outfit was previously laid out upon. Thankfully Weston had allowed her to visit her apartment earlier, of course with an escort, and she was able to bring over more clothes.
Grabbing a pair of black stilettos that were sitting on the floor, she placed them on her feet. Clover's normal five-foot eight stature grew even taller, deeming her more intimidating. She was never insecure about her height growing up, despite being picked on throughout school. If anything, it made her more confident.
Next, the young woman made her way towards her closet. She opened it and began scanning its contents. Clover smiled to herself upon laying eyes on a leather jacket that matched her pants. Perfect.
As she slipped on the jacket, someone on the door, their knuckles hit it three times before stopping.
"Come in." Clover told them, pressing down her hair as it had gotten slightly messed up as she put her clothes on.
The door swung open and the sounds of someone's shoes padded along the hardwood floor. Looking over her shoulder she saw that it was Stefano whom entered the room.
A smirk fell upon his pink lips as he took on her appearance. Stefano sucked in his bottom lip and bit it with his teeth. "Oh mio, you look absolutely ravishing."
Clover didn't bother hiding the blush that warmed her cheeks. "Thank you. You look quite ravishing yourself, if I must say."
Stefano's dark hair was pushed back with gel and his beard had been neatly trimmed along his jaw. The man's oceanic eyes gleamed with mischief that would leave any woman in her knees. The white button-down shirt he wore was slightly open at the top which exposed his defined chest. He looked swoon-worthy.
