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Cleo could not keep her eyes off of Mathilde. Usually it was Cadmus that had her undivided attention — if he was in the room, she could not notice anything else but Mathilde was riveting. She could see why he wanted her, and it made her hurt all the more. She was going to need […]
Cadmus out of bed was even more intoxicating than he was in bed. She had memorized his scent after all of these years, sitting close beside him at the bar where he had picked her up. Again. Returning to the scene of the crime, even the jaded bartender was moved because it was obvious that […]
What was it about the love of, or the lack of love from a man that turned the strongest woman into a hot mess? Cleo’s brain was on fire since Cadmus told her he wanted to be back with his long abandoned ex. Did you treat her like you treated me? she texted like a […]
Cadmus could not keep his eyes off of her… She reminded him so much of Fianna, that he was not able to see anything but Fianna so many years ago. He saw her smiling at him in that adoring way that she did. He felt her arms and legs and hair about him and the […]
Eliza was startled when she saw Cleo in her office. She was walking by the other woman’s office when she saw Cleo in a blue dress, looking deeper blue than the deep blue dress she was wearing. “Cleo?” Eliza walked in, and Cleo wiped her face and nose with the back of her hand. It was […]
Eliza wrapped her arms about Cleo as soon as she sat down at the table, and then looked away from her. She could tell even from her periphery view of Cleo, that she knew her goose was cooked. There was nothing for her to say, but she knew that Cleo knew… All Eliza could see […]
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 […]
Cleo hated herself for what she had done, but she could not help but embrace herself beside Cadmus. In his bed. It felt like a place that she belonged, and that she had forsaken. He was asleep—he had rolled off her and curled into fetal position still clutching her. He played with her breasts, and […]
Journey’s song “Don’t Stop Believin’” played in the background, as Cleo texted Cadmus. He was like Pandora–once she opened the box, she could not get rid of him. She kind of did not want to, or maybe it was that she was not able to be rid of him now. It was like the Shawn […]
Cleo looked over at Oscar as he slept beside her, her discarded fishnets under her on the bed. She was restless. Her eyes were damp, as well as her temples. The state between sleep and wake was the most truthful in her experience. The dream that she just had about Cadmus had not changed her […]