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**Cleo POV: **
I am so pissed at Valenzano DAMAGE his ass called me damage. He never stopped to think that I am being cautious with my heart. I want to punch him so badly, more so because he might be right. I just don't want to make the same mistake. And plus, I don't want to hurt him knowing he wants pups and I can't have any.
I have no idea when I fell asleep but when I woke up, I was hungry, looking at the time I see is 3 in the morning the witching hour. I sleep through breakfast, lunch, and dinner I was really upset. I need a drink and food, time for some tequila waffles.
Wearing nothing but a t-shit mine, not Valenzano, yeah, I am that mad. I decided to listen to music while I cook, mixing the batter replacing water with tequila. I'm jamming to Danity Kane, Damage started to play and of course, I start singing along. I'm the zone hips swing and I am feeling the lyrics.
“Do-do you got a first aid kit handy? Do-do you know how to patch up a wound tell me? Are you patient, understanding? Cause I might need some time to clear the hole in my heart and I”, I sang.
**Valenzano POV: **
I was tossing and turning all night I couldn't sleep thinking about the argument Cleo, and I had and the conversation with West. Yeah, I said I was going to give her space, but Vintage won't let me sleep. I get up and opened my door I smell something cooking, opening Cleo's door she is not there. But I hear her angelic voice coming from downstairs. I listen to the words of the song it seems like I really hurt her by my statement.
“I've tried every remedy, and nothing seems to work for me. Baby, this situation's driving me crazy. And I really wanna be your lady. But the one before you left me so damaged (damaged) damaged (damaged). I thought that I should let you know. That my heart is damaged (damaged) so damaged (so damaged). And you can blame the one before”, I hear her sing and listen carefully to the song.
I reach the kitchen entrance Cleo is so into the song she doesn't realize I am near her. I love the way her hips are swinging, tilting my head to the side looking at her she looks thicker. My dick gets hard when I notice she is wearing her t-shirt that barely covers her ass. Watching as she sings tells me there is more to her pain than I know.
“I've tried every remedy, and nothing seems to work for me. Baby, this situation's driving me crazy. And I really wanna be your lady. But the one before you left me so damaged (damaged) damaged (damaged). I thought that I should let you know. That my heart is damaged (damaged) so damaged (so damaged)”, damn it seem a hit a nerve.
I hear her heart beating faster and I see tears running down her face. I couldn't do anything but go to her and hold her. She didn't even flinch when I grab her, she just turned around and kept singing the song.
“Can you fix my h-e-a-r-t? Cause it's d-a-m-a-g-e-d. Can you fix my h-e-a-r-t? Tell me are you up for the challenge? Cause my heart is damaged”, she singed looking me in my eyes.
She was standing there staring at me singing the song with pleading eyes. I couldn't do anything but hold her and kiss her forehead. Cleo was hurting I'm not sure why she is holding on to so much pain. After she stopped crying, she didn't say a word to me, I just sat at the table while she made the waffles. When she was done, she made me a place and we sat and ate the waffles.
"Tequila waffles", I question.
"Yup with maple orange tequila syrup", she replied.
"I never thought waffles and tequila would taste good together", I say licking my lips while looking for her.
"I actually came up with the idea while I was drunk and hungry, I wanted waffles, but I had no water. I know it sounds weird the water was brown due to a water main break. The only thing available was tequila, so I used it as a substitute", she says with a smile.
We sat and ate in silence and ate. I feel so guilty for making her relive that pain she was holding in. After we ate, I clean up while Cleo went upstairs to her room. While cleaning the dishes I thought of a way to approach this issue without it ending with Cleo hating me. I go upstairs I didn't even go to her room I will give her some space.
I walk into my room and her scent hits me like a Mack truck. My heart flutters to find her laying in my bed, which is the last place I thought she would be. She is hurting and she needs intimacy the kind that doesn't require penetration. He needs to feel safe and secure and I am glad when she feels that way, she comes to me. I slide in bed and hold her as tight as I can without hurting her.
"I'm sorry baby", I whisper in her ear before dozing off to sleep. I should have not thrown her past in her face. I hurt her and I need to make it better. The problem is I don’t know how. Maybe I can talk to Jazz about it. But it I do that I will have to tell her what happen and I am not sure if Cleo would want Jazz to know about it.
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