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CleoI took the elevator down to the lobby and was relieved to find it nearly empty. The cool morning air hit my face as I stepped outside the building, but it did little to ease the pounding headache behind my eyes.A yellow cab waited near the curb. I climbed into the back seat and quietly gave the driver my address before resting my head against the window. The city was already awake. People hurried along the sidewalks with coffee cups in hand. Cars filled the streets as the morning rush began. I closed my eyes as fragments of last night replayed in my mind.What had I been thinking? I pressed my fingers against my temples. No. I wasn’t going to think about it anymore. It had been one stupid mistake brought on by too much alcohol and a broken heart. I’d never see him again.By the time I got home, the headache had become almost unbearable. I kicked off my heels near the front door, dropped my purse on the couch, and headed straight for the bathroom. The hot water poured over my ski

CleoHe withdrew his hands and I almost cried out at the loss of contact. He slipped an arm around my waist and lifted me effortlessly. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms circling his neck to steady myself. He captured my lips again and carried me out of the elevator. Somewhere in the distance, a door opened and clicked shut behind us. I was vaguely aware of the soft rhythm of his footsteps, then the slight shift as he climbed a short flight of stairs without slowing,never once breaking the kiss. Everything beyond him blurred into nothing. He pushed the bedroom door open and it closed softly behind us. Then he slowly lowered me to my feet, never breaking contact. His hand moved to the zipper at the side of my dress and slowly pulled it down. The fabric slipped effortlessly from my body, pooling at my feet. I lifted one leg and casually kicked the dress to the side of the room. I wasn't wearing a bra so I was standing there in nothing but my panties. He finally

Cleo The music still pulsed around us, but somehow it sounded distant now, fading beneath the steady rhythm of my heartbeat.Then he stood and without a word, he held out his hand. I looked at it for a second before slipping my fingers into his.His hand was warm and firm, his fingers wrapping effortlessly around mine.He helped me to my feet, and I reached for my purse where it rested on the polished bar counter.Together, we made our way through the crowd.The music grew louder as we crossed the dance floor. A few moments later, the cool night air wrapped around us as we stepped outside.The noise from inside the club became muffled as the doors closed behind us. Parked neatly at the curb was a sleek black Rolls-Royce. Before I could process what I was looking at, a chauffeur stepped forward and opened the passenger door.I glanced at the man, then back at the car.Who exactly was this man?The thought barely had time to settle before it drifted away beneath the haze of whiskey clouding

CleoHe lifted the glass in his hand and took a slow sip of the amber liquid inside, his gaze fixed on me.I let out a quiet scoff.“You have no idea.”He gave a small nod before turning his attention back to his drink.That was it. No follow-up questions. No attempt to make conversation. I frowned slightly. Most people would’ve taken that as an invitation to keep talking. Instead, he simply… left me alone. I took a moment to study his features. His jet-black hair fell slightly over his forehead, looking intentionally messy. Broad shoulders stretched beneath a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. There was something intimidating about him, even though he looked completely relaxed. And annoyingly enough, he was ridiculously attractive."Checking me out?" His voice snapped me out of my thoughts.I felt a surge of heat rush to my cheeks."What? No," I said a little too quickly.He raised an eyebrow, and I immediately turned my attention back to my drink, hoping

Cleo "I think we should break up." For a moment, I just stared at Damien.The words didn't register.They hung between us, suspended in the air like something unreal. I blinked."What?""I think we should break up," he repeated.A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. Not because it was funny. Because it was ridiculous. Because five minutes ago I had been sitting across from him wondering if he was about to propose. Because tonight was our anniversary and people didn't end three-year relationships over crème brûlée and expensive wine."Okay," I said slowly. "Very funny."His expression didn't change and the smile slowly faded from my lips."Wait." A strange feeling settled in my stomach. "You're serious?"The silence that followed was answer enough. "Why?" The word barely came out above a whisper.Damien was silent for a moment. Then he leaned back slightly in his chair. "I just don't think this is working anymore."I stared at him, searching his face for something, anything that w