Countess Cleo Novels & Stories

Cleo was on her phone talking ; "Thanks Blake. I will talk to him. Just make sure everything is ready for Monday's status meeting . Keep well bye ." I stood behind the counter watching her and I couldn't help but smile at how cute she was in work mode. I looked up and did a double take . She was wearing ; A navy blue v neck capped sleeve knee high shift dress with tribal printed wedge heels . She had left her hair natural, and she was wearing the pearl studs I bought her when we first met . I was speechless. She looked up and smiled at me with tired eyes...

This was the last resort, I made up my mind if she was truly Brad's girlfriend there was no need to push the matter forward. I scanned through the document. I expected it to be small. Expecting she was some simple chic but that was far from the truth. There were a lot of photos, a list of aliases, and line after line of details. Cleo was an actress. Escort. Frequent visitor to high-end clubs in the city. Clients from all walks of life, including politicians, business names I recognized and a few I didn’t want to. I scrolled faster, my pulse hammering in my ears. The last semblance of hope broke to smithereens.

I gasped as I looked at the tag on a flimsy white number that could have passed for a nightdress. “Do you think?” Cleo glanced absently over one shoulder as she went through one of the racks like an expert, pulling out clothes here and there and peering at them with a furrowed brow before either draping them over her arm or putting them back. “I think they’re quite reasonable in this place.” To you, maybe, I replied silently, but I didn’t let anything slip. She couldn’t help being raised in a family a million times as rich as mine, literally. And she was sweet and kind for offering to take me out at all. I should withhold my judgment for now.

Fuck, she’s perfect; her rosy nipples poke out of her bra. I tug at the clasp of the bra. “I think we should do something about this.” “We absolutely should.” She laughs again, Cleo might be everyone’s demon, but she is my angel, and I am falling hard for this angel. -- Hours later, Cleo and I are in my car in front of Orion’s manor. I don’t want any secrets between us anymore, and Cleo told me everything, including Katherine’s identity and Freya. I really still can’t believe everything about Katherine, she has been pretending to be on our side? How could she?

Cleo stood on the dark side of the driveway, not minding if everyone judged her as the girl who was with the guy their lady despised so much, she's okay to not being in the limelight especially on a situation when someone died. "Ace." She turned her head onto the oldest lady who comforted Elise. The shawl lady couldn't be helped though, she was still crying and the other ladies whom her friends tried to console her. Ace walked near the oldest lady and Cleo took a step back but she was still on their earshot. "What are you doing here?" The words spiked up like a growing shrub with thorns. She gritted her teeth and put her hands on both sides of her hips.

Zina and Christos are the two stubborn people among all of us they always fight then break up then get back together again. "They are here with the clothes let's get this started," Cleo says clapping her hands. Cleo doesn't want to admit that she like James but it will happen eventually I know it. They brought the racks of clothes in making my jaw drop how can Apollo even ask a store to bring all the best dresses and shoes just for a few girls?

Then it was Cath’s turn to order, “One Smoked Apalachicola Oysters for Lyra and Paarmesan – Herb Angus for me.” “You and Lyra seemed like twin sisters.” Genevieve commented and Catherine, for some reason, wanted to make Genevieve go home. “Yeah, we saw you two earlier goofing around.” Jackson said and Klein nodded as well as some of the girls. Lyra thought that Catherine was like some Goddess for Mrs. Hernandez’s students. She was truly a role model for them and genuinely interested in making friends with her. She was seeing a new side of Catherine. “Also, you recommended her.” Ingrid added and everyone was looking at Catherine with eagerness hoping to tell the story behind that.

Cleo stopped beside that same bed and moved in close with her arms around him looking up at his visage with adoration in her eyes. Aaron had never been a man who was skilled at interpreting signals sent out by women, even including his former wife. He had been wrong about Rachel but he had no doubt what Cleo's actions toward him meant. He wrapped his arms around the diminutive brunette and, as he did, he realized she was far prettier than the woman he had dated earlier that evening, with creamy white skin, green eyes and dark brown hair. She felt really good in his arms too, soft and warm and pliant. His biggest surprise was the way he could feel the erect nipples of her breasts through her

He has already said he wants me so what is the point? ***** At precisely two o’clock, Anna leads me into a store I have never been inside before, there wasn’t even a name on the door. Anna strides confidently up to the counter, like she has been here a thousand times, and rings the bell. Not even ten seconds pass before a polished woman walks out from the back room, her coordination while wearing six inch heels making me, slightly, jealous. “Hi there, do you have an appointment?” she asks. Even her voice sounds polished.

Eva scolded. “Just work stuff,” Justine replied immediately. “Why?” “What do you think of this?” Eva twirled slowly in her new reception gown. “So beautiful, darling. You look incredibly sexy in that,” Justine said, winking. Eva smiled with overflowing joy. The gown was truly her dream dress, made of tens of thousands of tiny diamonds, costing up to 160 billion. She could already imagine the media frenzy. Soon, she would officially become Mrs. Justine Kennedy. The man’s wealth wouldn’t run out even in seven generations. Eva had already sworn she would continue modeling—purely for popularity.