Cleo And Deuce Novels & Stories

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 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

Ten years went by in a blink. At a high-end classical concert in Vienza, Cleo and Rory showed up as invited guests. Time had been good to her. It sharpened her into something calmer, more refined. Next to her, Rory still had that roguish edge—just quieter now. Together, they were the kind of couple people couldn't help but notice. At intermission, Cleo slipped away to the restroom while Rory got pulled into a conversation with someone from the music scene.

She was in one of the rooms upstairs and I knocked before Debbie let me in. “Come on in,” Debbie said. “Cleo is having a crisis. Her dad can’t make it today,” Debbie told me as she opened the door. I was more surprised to see her here. I had thought this was a family thing. “Why?” I asked Cleo. She paced beside me. “His flight got delayed and he has this thing. I think he’s dating again,” Cleo said and I could almost taste the distaste in her mouth. She brought the phone to her ear and resumed her conversation. “It’s Isa. See, everyone is here!” Cleo said into her phone.

Then they both walked barefoot towards the terrace. They took their first step on the terrace while placing their foot on the rose petals. The music started echoing at that very moment. Adira looked at Dylan with wide eyes when it just happened. Dylan saw those expressions on her face and smiled widely. "It is just a start love. Tonight we will experience much more than this." Dylan said while walking further on the terrace. Adira was also taking steps with him. There was a tent house at one corner of the terrace that was decorated with decorating lights.

Then it was just me and her. The room was quiet now, sterile. The weight of memory and tension sat heavy in the air. Cleo closed the door gently behind the last person, then turned and leaned against the table, arms folded, eyes gleaming like she was exactly where she wanted to be. “What do you want, Cleo?” I asked, voice cold. She smiled—slow and deliberate. “To talk. Like civilized exes. I thought we could start with the part where you pretend you aren’t shaken seeing me.”

If I lost him. The cell door slid open suddenly with a mechanical hiss, the sound grating against my nerves like nails on stone. Cleo stepped in, no more the shy, soft woman who’d begged forgiveness in the gardens with downcast eyes and trembling voice. Her posture was straight, shoulders back, confident in a way that sent ice through my veins. Blue eyes, once wide with feigned innocence, were now cold and sharp, glittering with triumph. A smirk played on her lips, cruel and knowing, as she held a remote in one hand and a syringe in the other.

"How sweet, you said ma'am you don't have a boyfriend now?" Cleo giggled. His face was red, probably because of the alcohol. Liza slapped him again and told him to be quiet. Carter glared at me darkly. I was swallowed. Now his expression is more angry. And I can't find even a word to defend myself! "I'm not just her boyfriend. I'm her fiancé. We're getting married next month." My jaw dropped. They even dropped their jaws in panic. The glass Vina was holding almost slipped from her hand, the others could not speak in shock. Architect was also surprised. Even me was stunned!

Chapter 11 Angelo Cleo knows how to flick switches from being ; cold to warm , and from being an ice princess to being the most loving sensual and caring person you've come across. She had made it clear to me that she won't stay married to me for the sake of the kids . Yet last night after a very long time we made love and that reaffirmed everything for me that; she was in it for the long haul . I've had her so many times but last night was different . Sunday's are reserved for good food and amazing sex .