Cleo And Deuce 소설 & 이야기

People started to enter more frequently. Music was playing softly in the background. I found myself watching over my shoulder where Damian was. As I looked around the room, I saw a glimpse of Cleo and Prue coming in. Cleo smiled at me, but Prue was linked with her arm through Cleo’s. I watched as Prue held her head high, and they walked towards the front tables. Cleo messaged her apologies a few minutes later, but I had a suspicion it would happen, so I was more than prepared.

It was almost exactly 6:00 PM the moment we finally left the house and stepped out into the driveway. The drive to the lounge was great. Amelia spent half the drive singing quietly again to the songs playing on the speaker. At some point, she leaned back into the seat and looked toward me. "You know what I just realized?" "What?" "This entire trip has basically just been us eating, kissing, and driving around." "Sounds perfect to me." She laughed lightly. "Same." After about an hour of driving down the scenic highway, the neon and warm exterior lighting of the jazz lounge finally appeared ahead.

It was a big shock for all of us but they make a lovely couple. The single men are still Perseus, Konatanitos, and Poseidon they always have girls at their side and don't know when they will settle. Now as for James and Cleo, that's another story. James cheated on Cleo with one of his high school sweethearts it broke Cleo completely she always goes on risky missions making me worried about her all the time. She's currently in Russia but we haven't heard a word about her for the past two months making all of us worried.

"For Cleo. For Cleo's mate." #

Roman’s POV Cleo looked absolutely stunning in her dress with her hair hung down in loose curls. I knew we would be cutting it close, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to feel her writhing beneath me once again. She was addictive and I just couldn’t get enough. As we got outside the ceremony was just about to begin. I laughed to myself as Cleo made a beeline for the buffet table piling a plate so high that I wondered how she would eat it all. Flashbacks of when Layla had been pregnant flooded my mind making me laugh.

I cross my arms and stand in the kitchen with Zane, watching with a grin on my face as Cleo slams Leo's leg down with a victorious shout. I close the distance between us and nudge her leg with my foot. Leo rolls away and jumps up, brushing off his clothes once he's upright. Cleo finally looks at me, a smile plastered on her face. I extend my hand to her, feeling weirdly satisfied when she accepts and lets me pull her up. "That's my girl." I praise Cleo as she crashes into me. She pushes me off her, but she's still smiling. "What the hell did I even just watch?"

They look like college girls. My eyes roam around, but there’s no sign of Cortney or River. They wouldn’t be together, would they? I don’t think so, because the Cortney and River I know can’t stand each other long enough to stay in the same room. Then suddenly, it hits me. Riley wasn’t in agreement with the girls either, and he’s not here. I think they’re together again. “Come on, Chancé,” Cleo whispers, pulling me from my thoughts. She signals for me to follow, and we both tiptoe into the passage without being seen.

Is it just gonna end like this forever. Without another word, Cleo turned and fled from the laundry room, oblivious to the chaos left behind. The sound of her footsteps echoed through the hallways as she made her way to her Melina's chamber. Her mind was consumed with the need to share the devastating news with someone she loved, someone who could perhaps offer her a glimmer of hope in the face of such darkness.

They could see a shadow approaching them and they stood their ground, ready to fight. “Stay back,” Sader screamed and blasted Hell’s Fire from his axe at the shadow which was only a few feet away. After the fire scorched the shadowy figure, Hannah and Sader were equally shocked to see that the figure was unhurt and still standing. It moved closer to the light until it was fully in sight. It was Cleo and she was wearing her spandex suit. She smiled at Hannah and Sader and placed both hands on her waist. “I’ve been waiting for you all for quite a while. Come with me if you want to be safe away from God’s and Lucifer’s eyes,” Cleo said.

“The dude you were sucking off this morning… how would the press take that news? The famous wife, Cleo… caught sucking a delivery man’s half-inch dick—” “Oh, fuck you. You just painted out you sucking that dick, you fucking fag. Why? Your toys haven’t been doing a great job? Want me to get you a sex machine? A damn sex doll?” Cleo asked, pumping the brakes. I parted my mouth to say the nastiest things my brain could fucking conjure before realizing we’d gotten to the restaurant already. She quickly alighted from the car, smiling like the sly, conniving bitch she was while I got out behind her. I helped tuck her hair behind her ear, my hands balanced over her waist, lifting her purse in my pa