Eliza tightened the scarf about her head, and looked over at Cleo and Cadmus. There was a smug smile on her face, because she saw them and she knew that they did not see her. It felt like a soap opera but it was her real life, and she was fine with that.
There had been a long time of the playing field being uneven, but finally now Eliza knew something that she could use for her leverage. Cleo always had a look on her face like she knew something about her, she had been in the hallway after she and Oscar had made love at Bibi’s birthday party but she did not know anything. Eliza’s life would not be a soap opera—that was not what she wanted her life to be.
It felt like voyeurism to look at the two of them together.
When the private investigator showed her the pictures of lovemaking between Cleo and Cadmus it felt very illicit. Seeing the uninhibited expression of pleasure on Cleo’s face—the deep-seated need that she had for Cadmus smeared all over her with the man let Eliza know that she was deeply in love with him.
What was she doing with Oscar then? Did Cleo love him at all, or was he a rebound?
Eliza could not imagine being with any man she was not deeply in love with. It was with deep perseverance that she maintained her relationships. Her marriage had not been an easy road, but she loved Rafe and Bibi and her family structure.
Oscar included.
What was Cleo doing? Her hand rested between Cadmus’ thighs, and it was clear that she was either going to give him a hand job or something even more daring in the intimate cafe. She probably thought no one was paying attention.
Eliza was.
Tightening her scarf some more, Eliza got up from her chair as Cleo started to unzip Cadmus’ pants and Eliza saw a flesh-colored flash that she looked quickly away from.
She had gotten what she wanted and was ready for Cleo to make the next move.
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Now this is totally intriguing! Eliza is obviously trying to protect Oscar from being hurt, right?
Rebel xox