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Hot Mess

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 slur against his character. She saw the bubbles on her phone like an effervescent drink rising to the surface as he replied to her.

I never abandoned you Cleo, I NEVER abandoned you! he texted back in a stream of defensiveness. And she had to admit that he had never abandoned her in the sense he had always been there for her even when they were not together. He was with her now as he was with another woman and she threw her phone to the side. Lying on her side in the Parisian hotel that was the one he was staying at—he paid for it, he wanted her to meet Mathilde.

Her name was Mathilde, and he showed her a picture he snuck of her while she was on her side like she was now. Her face was covered with her long, dark hair and you could not really see her face but everything else indicated that she was gorgeous and that she had Cadmus. The photo he took was obviously after an intimate moment.

Isn’t she going to mind? Isn’t she going to wonder why she has to meet me? she texted, biting her lower lip.

You are my best friend…he reply texted.

Is that what they call it these days?

They had had sex a couple of times in the last few months, and now she was just a friend? Cleo flung her phone across the room, and cried. She was a fetal-positioned mess on the edge of the bed…

…and at the edge of her sanity.

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Like Something From The Twenties

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 way that she would wrap herself about him.

He remembered tensing at her touch—he was not ready to be loved like that. Even now after therapy, and after Cleo he was not sure he was ready.

There was a 1920s photo above the bar, Cadmus let his eyes linger there at its reflection of the Fianna lookalike. Her slender neck was not unlike the neck of the photo of the woman above the bar.

“Do you want another drink?” he asked, and he knew she didn’t even before she answered.

She shook her head.

He placed his hand on her knee, and she looked down at his hand.

“What do you really want to ask me if I want?” she said looking into his eyes, and he swallowed roughly.

He circled his finger around her thigh like he was a lost navigator. They leaned in closer together, as his finger wandered on her thigh. He could hear their breath mingle. It was so intimate, like he never even allowed himself to be with Fianna.

Fianna had wanted this so much—his attention and closeness. It was so hard for him to give it to her then, but it was so easy for him to give it to this stranger.

He looked up at the photo again to distract himself.

“I am waiting for your answer,” she said.

He looked into her eyes, and thought out his answer. Then looked back down at her thigh. This moment felt like something from the Twenties that he wanted to preserve. That intimacy that did not have to escalate like in modern times.

But he wanted her now—

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Blue

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 clear that she wanted to hide her private moment, but it was not private anymore. “Are you okay?”

Cleo shook her head.

“Well I am a mess, so obviously not! If I told you yes you would know that is not true.” Cleo sniffed.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Eliza…” Cleo looked at Eliza, and swallowed.

“Yes?”

“You are my friend as well as Oscar’s, but if I tell you this…” Cleo looked at her and her eyes shimmered with tears about to spill. “If I tell you this can it be between us?”

“I would never come between you and Oscar, that is not my business.”

“No,” Cleo shook her head. “I know you would not. My ex…”

Eliza froze, did Cleo know she knew about her ex? Composing herself, she nodded.

“He came back into my life, and he — we — are codependent to put it mildly. He has never left my life, and when he came back…” Eliza watched her like a train wreck, Cleo continued. “He made it very confusing for me. He wanted to get back together, I did not know what I wanted. I’ve been torn, and he went to Paris on business and met a woman who reminded him of his ex, a woman he dated years ago and treated badly. He wants penance with this woman, they have been together and he wants to see where things go…”

Cleo burst into tears, and Eliza moved to close the door behind her.

“He always does this to me Eliza, when am I going to learn to stay away. I can’t!”

Eliza drew Cleo close to her, tears like sweat covered her, and Eliza remembered what it was like to be jealous of another woman.

“Oscar and I have an open relationship,” Cleo started. “But I wanted to know if Cadmus wanted to be with just me…”

“Shhhhh,” Eliza soothed, holding a trembling Cleo to her chest like she was sure she would one day have to hold her own daughter because of heartbreak…

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picasso via wikipedia

Surrounded

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 when she had her arms about the other woman was the way that Cleo had hugged Cadmus. The way her arms dangled about his upper body and the way that she pressed her body to his with instinct, not intention. Her emotions for him were so clear, and Eliza was confused because she had thought that Cleo was completely in love with Oscar.

Oscar was sitting next to Cleo, and looked happy. But his eyes were on her as well, and Eliza hid her emotions for him as well as she possibly could. There was so much history between her and Oscar at this point, that they spoke volumes without a word or even a look.

Maybe that was the same thing that was between Cleo and Cadmus, because as she settled next to Oscar Cleo looked at ease and infatuated. Her body again moving instinctually.

Relationships were so complicated, what had she witnessed between Cleo and Cadmus? Now even though Cleo looked at her wearily, Eliza made as if she was oblivious to anything.

Eliza nearly choked on her wine, as Cleo’s phone was dressed with Cadmus’ name, and Cleo grabbed her phone to speak into it.

In French.

Oscar looked unconcerned, Eliza smiled at him.

Cleo looked between them even as she continued her conversation in rapid French.

“Ciao, ciao,” she said and leaned back into Oscar. “It was Cadmus.”

“I figured,” Oscar smiled, and took her hand to kiss it.

Cleo’s weary eyes remained on her, and Eliza was happy to be swept up in the embrace of her husband. His hug felt like a security blanket surrounding her with his arrival.

Hugs all around again, and Eliza mused at the dramatic turn her life had suddenly taken.

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Spellbound II

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 explored the contours of her curves.

He always made her feel like a woman.

At the cafe, when she went to meet him she had not imagined that she was going to sleep with him. But after a few glasses of wine, and looking in his eyes it was like she was spellbound. She felt dazed and overwhelmed like a woman on the cover of an old Spicy Mystery.

Her body however was not confused, and she wanted Cadmus even as she knew it was wrong. That he could not give her what she wanted now because he was fast asleep. Her eyes closed, but fluttered violently because she wanted him inside of her. When he was inside of her she was not lost. She held him close, probably bruising his butt from the desperate way she clutched it and mewled underneath him not being satisfied no matter how much he gave her.

She wanted more.

That was why they were not together anymore, because it did not seem that he had more to give her than this. Lovemaking, followed by wakeful sleep as he clutched her breasts like a security blanket he did not want to let go.

Cleo knew she would have bruises from him later, and she was not sad about it. She wanted the residue of their love—it was all she had ever wanted.

Cadmus squeezed her breasts more, and she wondered what he was dreaming.

If she was in them.

Panic clawed at her as she became desperate for him again, but now he squeezed her breasts and he was awake—

She wanted what he wanted.

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Spellbound

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 Colvin song “New Thing Now” — “It feels so good to doubt you I can almost live without but not quite…not quite.” she hummed as she continued to text him.

His life was always in disarray — that was how she got involved with him. They were friends first, and even if she could not live with him she still cared about him. She was happy that she was able to still care about him, but at times it was limiting. Yet it was still amazing to be so close to him, that their friendship superseded their partnership.

She loved him, she would always love him.

I just want you to be happy, she texted as she walked into the restaurant that she was going to.

Cadmus sat at the window texting, and stopped when he saw her with a smile on his face. The bubbles on her phone that indicated he was answering here stopped too. He stood up and held her close, and she melted into him. Cleo took in his scent, was almost spellbound because she knew his scent like it was her own. She knew their combined scent from when they made love, and she felt her legs weaken underneath her.

Thank you for coming,” he said, letting her go and she swayed.

She had no control over this situation, she would come whenever he asked her to come because she wanted to be there for him.

She would always be there for him.

“Of course,” she said, as he pulled her chair out for her to sit and she saw that he had already ordered the wine she loved because he knew her every move.

She saw Oscar’s name on her phone screen, and let it go black as she smiled at Cadmus.

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Cut the Cord

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 experience at all.

She had been running from him in the dream—after they had made love. Cleo had made love to him from top to bottom with her mouth—his lips, his nipples, lower and lower until she reached his toes and then she ran away from him after she sucked his pinkie toe. Ashamed and sated, she hated herself for the feeling even still, woken up.

Cadmus had not been good for her. She broke up with him because they did nothing but fortify behaviors in each other that she did not want to enhance.

But she still missed him and loved him. It was obvious from her dream. If he called her in the middle of the night to talk to her, she would be there for him until she was watery-eyed and went to work a sleep-deprived mess. He needed to go over everything in his life with her, and she was too involved with him not to listen because she still cared about his every movement.

A notification flashed on her phone, she saw just the C and grabbed it because she wanted to know what he needed.

What he wanted.

You up?

Her eyes moved over Oscar, as she touch typed in reply to his text.

Yes—you okay?

I just wanted to run something past you…

She texted him about his newest quandary until she was exhausted and he finally texted he was falling asleep while texting her.

She lie on her side again looking at Oscar, and wondered if she really had anything to wonder about with him and Eliza, or was it because she knew that even while she was happy to be with Oscar she still had such strong residual for Cadmus? She and Cadmus were just friends now, but still, she had him in her life—needed him in her life.

She couldn’t cut the cord.

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Valentine

Oscar took her out to a fusion pasta restaurant that she loved. Bibi was asleep in her stroller, her breathing soft and visible. Eliza touched her daughter’s lips, before she twirled some spaghetti on her own fork.

This was her valentine from Oscar. He made a gesture for every holiday, and she enjoyed spending time with him. She loved seeing him with Bibi, and she could tell that Bibi loved him as well.

“Those were gorgeous flowers you got Cleo,” She said to him, looking in his eyes. “We skyped today and she showed me.”

Oscar nodded, and she knew that she did not have any place even mentioning Cleo to him but she saw the flowers. Saw their relationship was developing, and she was not sure that she wanted Cleo that close to her. Because if Cleo was in a relationship with Oscar she was going to have to know about them.

She would have you know if Eliza was still sleeping with him…

“We met at your parties, she’s not what I was expecting…”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s quirky.”

Eliza smiled because she did not want to say anything more. She wanted him to have a relationship that he enjoyed—especially after Chloe.

On her side much later, bracing the wall, Eliza groaned softly as Oscar moved in and out of her. It felt too good—better than when they had sex at Bibi’s birthday party. He was rougher than usual—she craved it. He squeezed her breast and bit her neck as he came closer and closer. Eliza lost it with all of the sensation, and cried out—covering her mouth almost immediately because she did not want to wake Bibi up.

Oscar covered her mouth when her hand fell away, and squeezed her breast harder which made her bite the inside of his hand and he came as she did. They both pressed closer together. He squeezed her breast even more and she murmured gibberish.

It was bliss.

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Heated

Cleo looked at the roses on her desk, and took in their sweet scent. They were from Oscar and she could not have been happier. From the moment that she saw him at Eliza’s for a party, she wanted him. She had always liked him to be honest, they had a brief moment at Bibi’s party when he looked at her—really looked at her even though he had met her several times before.

But that day, he looked a little dazed, and when she started talking to him he looked more engaged and that was all she needed. At Eliza’s last dinner party, he was even more engaged with her and they exchanged numbers—for work.

But Cleo knew as soon as she had his number that she was going to get him in some fashion. He asked her out shortly after—because she almost beat him on the head with her interest without even saying it, but it could not have been clearer.

On their first date they went to see a surrealist show at a small gallery that they both loved. It seemed even more surreal to her that she was with him. By a Kay Sage painting, they were almost pressed together and he kissed her. She braced herself against the wall, knocked the painting a little and a security guard ran over. Cleo was hot with embarrassment, she felt like the woman who had kissed a Twobley in France though she had not hurt the Sage painting at all.

Oscar took her aside in the dark hallway, and he kissed her again. His hands under her dress, Cleo almost melted like a piece that was part of the show that was an ode to Dalí’s Persistence of Memory. Her soft moans brought another security guard to come look after them, and she was hot with even more embarrassment.

Even hotter for Oscar, she went home with him. She had wanted that all along—she would have skipped the paintings. She had a Kay Sage at her apartment that her father had won at an auction once. It was in her bedroom, and the surrealism ruled as they made love.

Cleo took in the scent of the roses, and heated up all over.

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kay sage danger, construction via wikipedia

Flaunt

“That was a lovely party,” Cleo said.

Eliza had invited Cleo to her apartment. She liked working from home because it gave her time to be with Bibi, who she was holding up in her arms and she could invite colleagues if she liked.

“Thank you,” she said kissing her daughter’s forehead as she did, and Cleo looked at the baby like she was enchanted somehow.

“Bibi is such a lucky little girl, she has you and Rafe as parents and Oscar is a devoted godfather,” Cleo’s smile lingered and Eliza’s eyes widened, she certainly had not meant to flaunt her relationship or Bibi’s relationship with Oscar.

Thinking about Oscar, she felt a hot flash between her legs. She thought of him making love with her before they lit Bibi’s cake, and how insane it had been because they had not thought about being caught. She thought how she had had to have him right then. She remembered him between her legs, and she felt the heat in her cheeks as she answered,

“Yes, Bibi is a very lucky little girl.”

“Clint and I have been trying to have a baby, but we have not had success yet,” Cleo’s eyes darkened, and Eliza protectively held her daughter. Suddenly, she wondered if Cleo was resentful of her. She had thought she was a friend, but now she was not so sure.

They continued to work after she put Bubi down, and it was like nothing had happened. But she wondered if the other woman thought she was flaunting her life? She certainly had not meant to do that.

If Bibi was lucky, so was she. Rafe was also a doting father as well as husband, and she loved him so much. Could not imagine life without him. But she also could not imagine life without Oscar, and she did not feel sorry about that at all.

She loved them both so much…

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