About Him Uncensored Novels & Stories

We head to the cafeteria, but I don't spot him anywhere, which disappoints me a little. "Who are you searching for, my beautiful?" "Well, I'm actually looking for this incredibly attractive guy. He's around 6'2, has amazing abs, and arms that could rival a bodybuilder's. And his face, well, it's like a Ken doll's face." "Well, damn girl, I think you might be looking in the wrong place for someone that good-looking." "Nope, I think I found him sitting right over there," I say, pointing at a random guy across the cafeteria.

Arun told Anjali could not help but notice the change in his hairstyle and the clean shave look of his which complimented well with his white T-Shirt and jeans . Arun folded the long sleeves of his T-Shirt and grabbed a pen and paper from the table and looked at the trio "I am broke too! My father might be rich but Arun Kumar here in infront of you is broke and poor but I might help you guys which the little knowledge i have " Arun told "So basically i have noticed my father many a times! A small bad mark on his company he would do something astonishing in a postive way and cover that bad mark" Arun spoke in a serious time ,his hands with a pen in between his fingers making actions about the

He sits on the edge of the bed, beside me and he removed the comforter suddenly. "Ha! I knew it! You're not yet sleeping." He grinned. My eyes widened when I checked him. He is not wearing any t-shirt on and just only wearing a calvin klein boxers! Is he for real?! I mean.. Does he want me to have a heart attack for what he's doing? He is currently exposing his six pack abs to me! I know this isn't the first that I see him half naked, but it makes me drool. I swalled hard and looks away.

“It’s fine, I’m not mad. But every time he reminds me how we can’t be together, I wish I really did get with that Uriah guy. Did I show you a picture of him?” “No.” I’m a little surprised she’s saying that now, when she’s sober and has the benefit of hindsight. The guy must have been really hot. Nicki produces her phone, swipes across the screen, then passes it to me. “Holy shit.” “I know, right? He’s a total player though.” This Uriah guy is shirtless so I can see his well defined six pack, he’s tall, has long blond dreadlocks, and hazel eyes that seem to be looking right through me.

The intensity of their interactions left her bewildered, as she found herself constantly engaged in heated arguments and confrontations with a man she had every reason to despise. She couldn't deny that there was something captivating about Mace Sinclair. His cold, unwavering demeanor and sharp intellect intrigued her. Despite her better judgment, she couldn't help but be drawn to his enigmatic aura. The way he switched effortlessly between a ruthless businessman and the man who had once saved her from a precarious situation left her conflicted.

‎ ‎I nodded. ‎ ‎"Well, I've curated a special package just for your poor parents," the figure said in a mocking voice. ‎ ‎"What package are you talking about?" I asked. ‎ ‎"Well, how would Susan and Gregory feel when they find out their son is gay and actively having sex with a man?" the figure said. ‎ ‎"Wait, how do you know my parents' names? Plus, you can't actually do that," I said. ‎ ‎"First of all, that's not your business. Secondly, I can. You can't stop me," the figure said menacingly.

“Abby—” Before the man, who has a height of one hundred and ninety-six centimeters tall, had finished speaking, the bitchy-looking woman had already interrupted his words. “Can you explain to me what do you want to know from Uncle G? Is this related to his business or maybe there is something more specific?” “Who is Uncle G? Is he just an ordinary businessman or is there something more to it? As far as I have observed, everyone in the private room, even your parents, did not dare to move around with him, even though his words were really provocative."

He mumbled with a small smile hidden behind those heavy moustache and beard. "What? Are you resigning because of me? I know you love working here." I asked as I didn't want anyone to do sacrifices for me. "It's not you. I used to be a pirate you know. I love changing spaces." He said with a glint in his eyes as indeed he had a spirit of a traveller inside his old body and that summoned the fact that everything depends on your spirit without depending on the body in which your spirit is living. "How will you help us?" Vermin asked as if we had a little time left.

He throws me an annoyed look. “Who the fuck let you on the bus?” His gruff, woodsy voice has me picturing him dressed in plaid and swinging an ax. With that voice and sexy stubble covering his face, he would fit in an Old Spice commercial. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” “I…Um.” Silly me. I am unprepared for an encounter with Abel’s bandmates. I blink and he transforms from fully dressed to damn near naked. Crap! See what happens when my brain decides to take a coffee break? Little rivers of sweat roll down his bare chest. Tight jeans hang low on his hips, his feet bare of the boots he’d worn only seconds ago. Airbrushed. Those abs have to be airbrushed. The harder I try not to stare, the

My fingers shook slightly as I typed in my response. 'Yes’ A few seconds later, a private video call request emerged on my screen. Bracing myself, I accepted it and the screen connected, revealing the other side. “Holy fuck.” I whispered as his body came into view. I didn't know what to expect, but this? His lights were dim, a soft orange glow, only highlighting the visible parts. The camera was angled perfectly to hide his face. Instead, it showed a powerful, well-built torso. Sharp abs carved like stone, a trail of dark hair disappearing into low-slung grey sweatpants.