Brown Guilty Eyes And Little White Lies นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His white sleeves’ buttons were halfly opened so that I could see his broad chest. “What happened to you? Why are you suddenly drinking?” I asked when I went closer to him. I even cupped his face and he only gave me those wasted eyes—the eyes that I saw the first time I was here. His eyes, they were mourning. They were torn. Before he could even say something, his eyes closed. I think he fell asleep. I took a deep breath before I started to throw out all the rubbish on his desk. How are we supposed to work if he looks like this?

I asked, voice all groggy and embarrassed. “Not long enough,” he said, eyes crinkling. “Why does your left eye have fewer lashes than the right?” I blinked again, then burst out laughing because what the hell. “You counted my eyelashes? While I was sleeping? Noah!” He shrugged, totally unashamed, grin widening. “Couldn’t help it. You’re super pretty when you sleep. Like, unfairly pretty. The left side’s got like eight fewer. I checked both eyes twice.”

One of whom? “The Grey Eyes.” The brunette whispered, her voice dropping low, "I’ve heard rumors about them. About people like you. Dangerous people.” I smirked, leaning closer, “You should be careful with rumors. They tend to have a way of coming true.” "Ha! She must be a fake! Not just anyone can have grey eyes. She must be wearing contacts or something." The blonde one said, crossing her arms and staring at me with disgust and disdain, "Let me tell you something, I am friends with the daughter of two grey eyes and if they find out that you were personating them, they will kill you. So it's better for you to just..."

“What’s wrong with my eyes? Is there something in them?” “They’re…white…” he said. I almost laughed out loud. What in the world was wrong with Jay? Or did he suddenly get drunk with the atmosphere? “Jay, my eyes are supposed to be white. Do I need to teach you that? Scleras are white and pupils are brown. So what are you talking about?” “No, it’s not that. I mean, your eyes…everything is white” “Don’t you understand what this means?” he asked, still looking at me with a reverence-like stare.

Sia warned pointing the gun at him. Brown eyes raised his hands and said, “I don’t know why you are so confused. Can’t you see the color of our eyes? Didn’t my eye color change after surgery?” “Absolutely, but I changed them back to green on the eve of the wedding. That was supposed to be my present to you… I know how much you loved my green eyes…” The man on the chair said confidently. She looked at the Green-eyes and then Brown-eyes… Damn! This was getting more and more confusing. She had no idea who was telling the truth. Both of their explanations seemed probable.

She stayed silent and I rinsed the soap off and left her in the shower. ____ I stepped into a simple sweatpants and a vest and went into the kitchen for some orange juice. Audrey appeared again. " I knew it! I knew it! Christian, you cheating on me?" "No," I lied. "Then who's 'Little Brown Benefit?" She asked and threw my cellphone after me. A messaged from Sacha was on the screen. "I'm going to find out exactly who she is and when I do, she'll regret ever getting to know you!" she finished and stormed out of the kitchen. This wasn't good.

Benton asks. "You will never find out how good I taste," I say to him. Benton licks my neck. "Oh Reese, you bitch, I already know what your pussy tastes like. I know how you liked to be fucked, i know every little thing about you. I know all of your dirty little secrets. I know what a fucking whore you are," Benton says to me.

However, in the end, neither the Bennetts’ nor Gibsons’ search teams found me. At the same time, the truth Paxton had demanded was delivered right to his desk. Georgina may have done a good job covering her tracks, but against the overwhelming power of the Bennett and Gibson families, nothing stayed hidden for long. In Gibson Corporation’s office, the two men had gone through all the evidence. Paxton’s eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his fists tightly, struggling to keep his composure until he lost it. The next second, the teacup on the table shattered as he slammed it against the ground.

Eliza almost questioned the life out of me “well he's not tall. About my height. He's blonde and he wore contact lenses. His car was red and he was dressed all white” I stated all the lies “wait” she said and reached out for her magazine under a tray. She kept flipping through the pages then stopped in one “is it this guy?” she asked, pointing to a picture. Wow. Everything I described. Blonde hair, brown eyes, definitely lenses. But it wasn't Wilbur though “I don't know. I didn't look at his face” I lied again

Bia really was the right person to take care of Bian. Two sets of eyes with completely different colors locked onto each other: deep black and clear brown. Though the colors were vastly different, they held the exact same spark, reflecting each other's faces. It was a simple gaze, devoid of any attempt to convey a specific message. They had merely caught each other looking, yet both owners of those contrasting eyes felt as though they were compelled to stand still and soak in the gaze offered by the other.