Mafian Touch
She slapped herself to consciousness even though her voice wasn't audible, but the slap was.
"Ravenna, are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes....mr...."
"Matoe, just Matoe." While he was still speaking, a man strolled into the office nonchallantly without even knocking as if he too owned the office, Matoe had no problem with it. Just a few moments ago, she could swear she had seen the most attractive person in Medellin. What she did not know was that God had only just started His creation. This man was perfect, dark hair neatly cut to perfection. He had a single scar that cut across the upper end of his eye brow, it didn't dent his beauty, infact it made him more alluring His eyes shaped like an almond and the color like that of the colombia sun, Gold mixed with brown, his aura was present, he smiled as he greeted his friend but he didn't look like one who did that often. He wore a perfectly tailored suite, a white shirt which was botton only enough to reveal the gold chain and his clean hairfree chest. He looked like a god from the fairytales she read when she
was a kid. His jawline was sharp and piercing even though it accentuated his look. In all his hotness, there was a lingering danger in those charming eyes.