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His shiny dark brown hair, thick eyebrows and eyelashes, perfect sharp nose, sexy lips and a firm jaw, make women not stop staring at him while chuckling in awe. So, what other things made him win the title as the hottest man in the world besides his handsome face and artistic body? Yes, his eyes. Have you ever heard of Heterochromia? A person who is gifted with two or more different eye colors and Aiden is one of those who suffer from this condition. The left eye is golden amber and the right eye is turquoise, beautiful isn't it? When you look into his eyes, it's as if you're looking at a man in a fantasy world and you too will drift into that fantasy.

who is very hot also In between there conversation grandma walks out from the room to see the arrangements inanna and neva both looks into each other eyes and neva gives her smirk and asked "how you are feeling to get married with the hottest man in the country" Inanna roll her eyes hearing this and said you are too much neva, so I am, inanna tell me one thing how you and mr Adrian are getting married? I mean as far as I know mr adrian is a angry young man, who didn't believe in love and all then how you both

There were certainly enough horse farms to see. She cranked up the air conditioner a little and pushed her hair back from her face. Today, the temperature had soared past ninety and her clothing, which she'd thought so comfortable and cool when she dressed that morning, now stuck to her like wet tissue paper. Two of the farms she'd photographed today had large enclosed pools. She'd have given her pay for a year to be able to jump into one of them. Failing that, she'd take a cold shower and a cold drink at The Love Pub.

He couldn’t even get that right. The only good thing right now is Goose found us another house. The dirty motel room was more than I could take. This place was available because it has no central air in this godforsaken desert heat. It has what’s referred to as an evaporative cooling system. It circulates warm air while adding moisture in this damn over-abundant humidity. This wasteland is not the promised dry heat they brag about.

Well, maybe I shall heal in time. A heavy sigh escapes my lungs, marveling the long night awaits. I know I won't easily get asleep right now, I usually don't, and it's only two a.m. Damn my life! I take a deep yawn while grabbing the bottle of water from the nightstand and gulp a bit. "Ah, that's better," I breathe, my throat refreshed. Fully aware of the resentment I have towards sweating, the summer has decided to grant me a vengeful visit. I quickly get up and turn on the fan, which allows my body to cool off gradually. The L.A heat is no joke this year.

Chapter 8 When we reached the bottom floor, this dungeon didn’t smell like most. There was always the smell of blood, vomit and emptied bowels where the prisoners were tortured for information; but this dungeon was like club freaking Med. I looked at Tina and Ron and we just shook our heads, it actually smelled like air fresheners and cleaning products. I rubbed my temples and mindlinked the team, “This is some bullshit. I could vacation here.” I said shaking my head.

Privacy was one of my top qualifications and I made that clear. There's a swimming pool outside if anyone is brave enough to sit in the heat and boil. No thank you. Even though the air conditioner takes the inside temperature down into the low seventies, it's too damn hot. The short trips I take outside to get in and out of my vehicle drive me the craziest. The heat is heavy like a wool blanket and leaches the water from my body. Who in their right mind would live in this godforsaken wasteland without someone holding a gun to their head?

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"But that heat's just for me, right, darlin'?" "Of course," she breathed. As if any other man would ever appeal to her. His mouth continued its sensuous journey along her neck, pausing at the hollow of her throat to press his tongue to the spot where her pulse beat so furiously. And all the while his hand traveled everywhere—her thighs, her arms, her shoulders. Anya anchored her fingers in the thick warmth of his hair, holding on to him tightly as little ripples of pleasure raced through her.