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Holy shit. My anger sputtered for a second, taking in this man in all his glory. He was ripped and those muscles looked so heavenly that I could get lost exploring forever. His eyes were green, which immediately became my favourite color and his hair— oh my freaking goodness!his hair. They looked so soft and I suddenly wanted to run my hands through them. This man was hot as hell, damn. There was also something familiar about him but I just couldn't place where I had seen him.

The top is more styled and combed back but it falls to the sides in that perfect, model, just-rolled-out-of-bed-and-ran-my-hands-through-it kind of way. He also has a bit of stubble on his face as if he hasn’t shaved in a day or two. I’m not usually a fan of facial hair, but he has just the right amount to make him look more mature, but not like a bearded mountain man. It also helps draw even more attention to his perfectly chiseled jaw, but the thing that really grabs my attention are his eyes! Aleksandr has the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. Usually, green eyes look similar to blue and you have to look closely to see the difference, but Alexanders eyes are a bold green like the pictures

I still needed it until I could work enough to pay for another. "I am so sorry," he said softly, picking up the phone. Our eyes met, and I was stunned by how good-looking he was up close. My heart raced at the thought of kissing him. My brown eyes locked onto his, and I couldn't help but notice the striking sectoral heterochromia - his eyes were a mesmerizing mix of green and hazel. His wavy, thick, dark blonde hair was so enticing that I desperately wanted to ruffle it. I couldn't react to him. I only gawked.

Wow this is the hottest man I have ever seen in my life, with his tan skin and tall frame he could pass a male model. He has dark black hair and his eyes are the most beautiful forest green eyes I have ever seen, he could be 6'4 because he looks like a giant with my small frame, I'm 5'4. I keep on staring at him, he is so hot, "Hey I'm talking to you. Are you deaf or simply dumb" he snaps at

he said in a mocking tone followed by a sight laugh. I scrutinized him from head to toe. He was really good looking I wasn't blind or a nun, and I understood why Chiara and all those women were so smitten with him. He had jet-black hair, a pale complexion, and green eyes. Green eyes were so rare in the Cosa Nostra, from what Chiara told me his mother was Caucasian and his father was Italian, maybe, he had his mother's eyes. He was undeniably handsome, but it didn't mean anything to me. Then I processed what he had just said to me. I wrapped my arms around myself, rubbing my hands up and down my arms, "What?"

I gave a small sigh as the tears started to trickle down my face, my eyes closing. "Am I intruding?" I looked up, my eyes wide, and stood immediately. No one ever came here, so it came as a surprise that there was even anyone around. He stood tall, way above me, probably a little over six feet three. He looked different, way different. Hair so black it looked almost blue in the sunlight. He had brushed it back into a laid back style, a few strands coming up in front of his forehead, and eyes that toned the darkness in their light blue and green hue. When I looked closely however, his right eye was a dark red, one that even though lightened by the sun, still looked like the color of fresh blo

He began to envy her short shorts, for hugging her ass cheeks the way he wanted to. Lola's breath caught in her throat when her eyes landed on the man sitting in front of her. He is the most handsome man she has ever seen in her life. His hair is short on the sides and back, leaving it long in the front. It looks disheveled like he ran his fingers one too many times in his hair. But still, that suited him. His black pupils are like slits, surrounded by aqua green iris with specks of orange in them. Those are the most unique and captivating eyes she has ever seen. His skin is naturally tanned. He is easily 6.6 and he is muscular. A small gasp left her lips.

“Well, look at that. Maybe you finally met your match.” Christian didn’t even blink. The man kept coming. He had striking red hair, neatly combed back like fire slicked over ice. His skin was pale, but not sickly, clean, well-kept. And his eyes… they were the sharpest shade of green I’d ever seen, like cut emeralds under soft light. His suit was simple, just a plain black tailored fit, nothing flashy, but worn with the ease of someone who didn’t need to prove himself.

I rubbed my eyes with my fingers and turned to face him. I was taken aback when I saw the guy. He was about six foot, not as built as Tristan, but fit for sure. He had light brown hair that was messy. His eyes were an amazing green color and he had a bit of sexy rough stubble. He was an extremely attractive man and I'd say in his early to mid-twenties.