Julia’s POVI turned at the sound of the voice as my eyes landed on a man striding toward me. He was breathtaking, about thirty years old, with a chiseled jawline, pink lips, curly hair, attractive and mesmerizing eyes, flawless skin. He screamed luxury. His suit, a tailored black masterpiece, hugged his broad shoulders and tapered down to a lean waist perfectly, the crisp white shirt beneath sharply neat, colliding with the black suit. A silver tie pin gleamed, catching my eye, and his polished leather shoes clicked confidently against the marble floor as he approached. His hair, dark and slightly tousled on one side of his face, with piercing green eyes that is impossible to resist. And behind him, two bodyguards followed, their hulking body clad in matching black suits, earpieces in place, their expressions stoic with an emotionless expression. They were muscular than he was, they looked more like their role. His bodyguards.“Julia, is that really you?” he said, a smile breaking ac
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