Cato POV
"Clove will you marry me?"
Clove didn't answer. She just stared off into the distance for a minuet and then rainout of the restaurant. Cato followed after her but by the time he got to the parking lot he had missed her. Damn it. Clove was his ride. He had no wish to go back into the restaurant and face all of those people. What was he thinking? Proposing to Clove? He knew what he was thinking, he wasn't. Part of him knew she wouldn't have said yes, but he hadn't expected her to run out of the restaurant and leave him there. He was going to get in answer out of her no matter what. He reached into his pocket of his cargo pants and looked for his phone only to discover that it was still in the restaurant. He considered just leaving it there. Next to the ring, but he needed a ride to Clove's and that phone as the only way of getting in contact with the driver. Cato turned and trudged into the restaurant. Expecting and awaiting the shame and embarrassment.
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After the humiliation of having to go back into the restaurant and retrieve his items, Cato called up his driver and now he was In the sanctuary of his limo. He knew that the photos of him and Clove would be in gossip magazines all over the state. His relationship with Clove was no longer a secret. That was the reason he wanted to propose. He didn't want all of the world to think Clove was just some random girl. He wanted the world to understand how important she was to him. He also didn't want his future child to live a life of illegitimately.
"Where to Mr. Bradley?"
"Clove's apartment."
"Very good sir."
Cato got himself a soda from the mini fridge in the limo. He sighed as the fizziness of his brand name soda filled his mouth, it was fizzy like Clove's attitude towards him. He guessed the reason she ran out of the restaurant was that she didn't want Cato in any part of her life.
The limo pulled up to Clove's apartment. Cato didn't see anything wrong, but he could since something was wrong. He walked up to the door just like last and rang the buzzer. No answer. He rang again, still no answer. Clove really didn't want to see him again. Cato didn't blame her. His proposal was kind of sudden and unexpected. He probably would have run off too if someone proposed and he rejected him. Nobody was at anymore fault than another. He rang the buzzer once more. Still no answer, he decided to just give up and come again later. It was just Cato's luck that someone came out of the door carrying several bags. Cato being the gentleman he was, often to hold the door open.
"Thank you young man, I'm so glad to see that there are still some gentleman in the world." The old lady said.
" No problem ma'am".
The women left leaving Cato with the door still open for Cato to get in.
Yes! Cato thought. He knew this could be qualified as trespassing but this was Hollywood, the rules had a lot of grey areas for Celebrities. Cato ditched the elevator, he was kind of in a rush, and headed to Clove's apartment on the third floor. He was nearly to her apartment when this unnaturally fit man bumped into him.
"Hey watch were your going man!" Cato shouted at the man in black.
The man didn't even pay attention to Cato.
Cato knocked in Clove's door. No answer, maybe she didn't hear him he knocked harder, and the door fell down. Exposing Clove's empty apartment.
Cato stood petrified in the doorway.
Oh shit Cato thought. As he walked into her apartment. It looked totally different from this morning. It was all neat and clean, but now it was completely ransacked, and Clove was nowhere to be found.