Two years later, Deuce set the last chair above another for the evening. Despite his authority, he had decided to let his workers leave early and clean everything up himself. Besides, he had nothing else to do since Cleo's flight was running late...Well, other than laze around the mansion all night watching whatever was on that interested him. His unlife was rather boring whenever she wasn't around for some reason the more he thought about it.

He was about to leave when he heard the small bell ring on the door.

"Sorry, but we're closed." He sighed as he threw on his jacket.

A familiar voice chuckled, "I know, I was just coming to get you."

"Wait, Cleo?"

Moments later, as he guessed, Cleo stepped out from the corner and chimed, "Yes, who else would it be?"

"But...I thought you said your flight was late."

She approached him and admitted as her fingers laced with his, "Actually I lied...Look, I want to chat with you about something."

"Yes, what do you want?"

"Well, while I was in Scairo for that fashion show I was thinking..."

"About?"

"Well, you of corpse."

"Yes...And?"

"Well, it would be more appropriate if I asked you a few questions."

His free hand moved to her back and they danced.

"Well...First off, how much do you love me?"

"Cleo, we've been through this a thousand times, I love you more than anything or anyone that has, is or ever will be on this planet."

"OK...Um..."

He knew where the conversation was going and sighed, "Hey Cleo, do you think you could pick up this conversation on Friday?"

"O-Of corpse..." She sighed.

"Great, because I have a gift for you and if this is leading to where I think it is, I want it to wait."

"Oh? So you did remember our 2 year anniversary is on Friday?"

"Yeah, how can I forget?"

"Never mind. Forget I said anything."

"Ah...Bad experiences?"

"Many."

"Well, hurt and fear no longer..."

"Why?"

"O-Oh, sorry, I was just...Ahh, never mind."

"Can we just go back to your place now?"

"Yeah...Sure."

So, the couple turned out the lights and locked the door to his restaurant. He opened the door for her and walked over to the driver's side, opened the door and closed it as he locked both sides. Cleo already had the engine running for a few minutes so all he had to do was hit the gas pedal and drive home.

When the two got home, the paparazzi were oddly enough in front of his house. They watched him pull in the drive.

"Cleo, stay here."

She nodded as he climbed out the car and asked, "Alright, what the hell are you doing here?"

One, a harpy, asked, "Mr. Gorgon, we hear you are dating Ms. De Nile, is this true?"

"Where did you hear that?"

Another choked, "From her sister, Nefera."

'Damn it Nefera!'

"No, she's just a very close friend."

"Why did you sleep with her then?"

"Her power went out and she was scared to be alone, OK?"

"But..."

"Look, can I just get in my own house?"

Cleo quietly stepped out of the car and was immediately flooded with questions like, "Ms. De Nile, are you and Mr. Gorgon in a relationship?" or "Did you two get it on in the bed?"

She growled, "No! He's just a friend of mine! Now, get the hell out of his damn way and let him inside his own house for RA'S SAKE!"

They ran as soon as she finished.

"See Deuce, you just gotta show a little power to the press." She stated as she unlocked the door and opened it.

"Did you really have to be so rough on them? I mean, they got the information from Nefer-"

"That name is never to be mentioned in front of me. Ever."

"Alright..."

He sighed and plopped on the sofa as Cleo's icoffin buzzed. She walked upstairs and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Ms. De Nile?"

"Y-Yes...It is. Why? Is this one of the press?"

"No, this is Liana Screeland, editor-in-chief of Rouge magazine. Listen, I've heard quite a bit about your fashions and I wanted to see if I could possibly have them featured in next month's issue?"

"O-Of corpse! Where do you want to-"

"Scairo on Saturday at noon. I'll give you more information as time passes. So, you'll do it?"

"Yes!"

"Grand, I have your room reserved and all. Your plane leaves on Friday at 8:30 in the evening."

"Do you know when I'll return?"

"No, we are debating on if we should hire you and have you remain in Scairo or send you back after the issue's published."

"Oh...OK..."

"Why? Are you able to do it or not?"

"Y-Yes, o-of corpse, who would miss such an opportunity like this?"

"Good, now, I will contact you again later. Good evening."

The phone was hung up on her. She drew a breath and debated on what she would do about her and Deuce...She'd be so busy she wouldn't be able to call or text him, would she really risk him for her career?

"Cleo, who was that?"

She sighed, "Nobody, Deuce..."

"Yeah?" He asked as he leaned against the side of the entry.

"What were you thinking about asking me Friday?"

"Uh...Why?"

"Well, I got a call and rouge wants me to be featured in their magazine...In Scairo." She admitted.

"OK, so when will you be back?"

She shrugged and sighed, "I-I don't know...Their debating about an internship for me and having an office there."

"Are you going to be able to come see me?"

"I don't know...I don't know anything about it, I just heard about this."

"When does your flight take off?"

"Friday at 8:30pm."

He sighed and tried to figure out how to handle the situation but no solutions came to mind. She sighed, "I suppose you could ask me on the way...If possible."

"Alright, sounds good."

"OK...Sooo, now what do you want?"

"Oh, I was just checking on you."

"Uh huh...When are you going to finish dinner by the way?"

"Oh, right, that's the other thing. The table is set."

"Great, lead the way."

He put his balance back on his two feet and started to go downstairs. Cleo followed as she grabbed the doorknob and quietly pulled it shut.

Darn it, getting lazy on this because I'm working on a sequel...

PS, the sequel's gonna be rated M due to language and activity. :3