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And damn me for letting him have too much control over me. I stepped out of the shower. He was already dressed in a crisp white polo shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and chest, and dark gray golf pants that showcased his powerful legs and calves. A black golf shoe added a touch of polish to his overall look, his hair still damp, looking effortlessly handsome. I refused to let my gaze linger on him. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Instead, I directed my attention to the bed, where my clothes laid. A tennis skirt, a fitted blouse, and a pair of sneakers, all in white.

20 BENEDICT I stare at him eagerly, he wore a white dress shirt, khaki pants and brown leather shoes. Some parts of his hair were white, and he was a very tall man and still looked fit, I think he works out a lot since his sleeves were too tight around that bulging biceps and he was probably in his early fifties. He was old, it wasn't too hard to tell. He tentatively looks at me then back at Thea but he was more focused on looking at her.

She got inside as usual, wearing her only shiny maroon italian shoes that made look like a million dollar, all eyes were on her, and she got a seat and sat next to him and discussed stuff. As they were discussing what they were, a guy showed up,an adonis showed up, he looked young,he was colored, with his long natural hair hair which was neatly tied… Damn! 🙉, he was on his redbat jeans with his bright white palladium shoes and a white shirt which wasnt' fastened on the top🙈, damn! He was something else, like he was some cheese boy from the suburbs she never thought he was working there but he was.

And he is taller than me. I am wearing our school uniform. Color white polo shirt with a color light brown vest, color maroon necktie, and a above the knee swing skirt pairing my plain color white socks and a black leather shoes with two and a half inches heels. And like me, he is also wearing his color white polo shirt with a color light brown vest, color maroon necktie, and also a color light brown pants school uniform pairing his white color socks and his black leather shoes. I was about to take the book from his hand when suddenly, we just heard someone speak from left our side which made us jump a little because of being shocked.

“Mom, what do you think of this outfit?” My voice sounds uncertain as I look at myself in the mirror, trying to convince myself that the combination is enough. I’m wearing a simple uniform salvaged from an old job. The dark jeans fit my legs discreetly, the leather belt cinched at my waist adds a touch of firmness, and the white cotton shirt contrasts softly with the navy-blue blazer draped over my shoulders. I turn slowly, analyzing every detail of the attire as I wait for my mom to appear at the door.

That infuriating man. For the day, he was wearing a pair of deep blue jeans that hugged his frame in all the right places, and a sinfully tight V-neck shirt that clung to the muscular contours of his arms and chest. It brought out the tantalizing lines of his abs, and I found myself hating him even more for looking so devastatingly attractive. His shoes were some kind of white sneakers with high bottoms and a sleek black panther print, adding an effortless edge to his casual ensemble. I couldn't help but flare my nostrils and tear my gaze away, unwilling to let him see the effect he had on me.

The young man was wearing Jenny Armstrong’s favorite white shirt and a pair of light-blue jeans. He wore a black cap as well as a pair of white sports shoes. Although he didn’t have any makeup on, he seemed fresh and clean. He had a gentle yet calm appearance. He was the light of her life… Jenny could behave in an outgoing manner in front of anyone else, but she couldn’t do it in front of Blakely Shelton… There was someone who could cause her heart to race and her blood to heat up at one glance.

Landon chuckled a bit. Unlike Zenith Jaden, who was impeccably dressed and perfectly put together, Jason Walsh was wearing a pair of tight jeans with the knees torn out, a pair of blue sneakers, and a faded black t-shirt with the Gucci logo on the front. He looked like someone who was there cleaning rooms.

She tapped Aella to draw her attention and pointed to the stairs. Aella gave him a once-over as he stopped in front of them, her brown eyes perusing his dressing. He was decked out in a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned at the neck and wrists, and a pair of blue Jeans. He was putting on a pair of black sneakers and his hair was in its characteristic ponytail.

He leans over the console, kissing me. “Thank you” I blush, looking at him. He looks good. He is wearing a short-sleeved fitted black button-up shirt with some white dots scattered on it. His black jeans are sitting on his legs, fitting perfectly. He has his white basketball sneakers on, like usual and his sunglasses rest on his nose. His hair is styled to absolute perfection, never a single hair out of place. I used to love the look, but now I prefer the messier, straight out of bed look.