Darry Curtis Physical Description Novels & Stories

"The rain... It is stopping. The worst is over." Darius looked where I was pointing then walked out into the rain. He did not run. He walked slowly, letting the rain fall on him. His thin white shirt was already wet. It stuck to his body like a second skin. I stood still, my breath catching, as I watched him. The wet shirt was see-through. I could see the muscles in his chest, the shape of his nipples and the strong muscles in his shoulders and arms. I was really surprised at how strong he was under his suit. He was not just fit. He was built like a man who lifted things all the time.

He caught a lock of my hair, his expression telling me all I needed to know about how serious he was. I slammed teh door shut the first chance I got and leaned my back against the wall, taking deep breaths. I needed my head checked. What the hell was I doing, and why was my heart beating so hard for the enemy? Even if he wasn’t an Arciero, he would still be a womanizer. Who knew how many women he had been with? That thought was like a bucket of icy water, awakening me from my stupor. _____ Curtis was fully dressed up by the time I was out of the shower. If I thought Curtis in nothing but a towel was fatal, Curtis in a suit sans tie was a weapon of mass destruction.

This guy you saw, tell me about him. "Uh, stocky, with a low haircut, military, I think, not very tall five-nine, I'd say. It was the way he walked though that stood out, and the tattoo high up on his arm." I looked at the others; sounded like the same asshole Davey had seen down by the pier.

I don't know what they're looking at but I decided to also walk forward, peep and see for myself. I rested my hands on the rail and stretched my neck down…. Charles'. It's Charles they're staring at.. “Oh, he looks bloody hot.” Henry commented, in a dreamy voice. “Darcie must be lucky. I wanna have him.” Dora whined. They didn't know I was just few gaps close to them. And I was also staring at him. He jogged around then stopped to do a push up. His athletic build, pronounced, broad chested and sweat glistened on his chest. Damn, a cover picture for vogue. Charles was created so fucking sexy.

Dante beamed and asked the man to unstrap Curtis’s hands from the plaster. Curtis grinned in a bit pain as he rolled his wrists. “So, as I told you we both know each other…and you know I hate to hear ‘No’, Curtis!” Dante folded his two arms in his front while he gazed at Curtis who seemed limping already as the man had no other choice but working for him.

Dhruti's POV The sight made my jaw drop. The man is sinfully handsome. In a blue checked suit jacket with a white t-shirt and black pants he looked like a magazine model. His height is 6 ft or 6'1". His sharp nose, messy hair,sharp jawline made him look gorgeous. His perfectly trimmed beard makes him look more sexy. He was no doubt muscular ... his biceps and veins of forearms were making appearance and it was terribly hot.The way he was walking screams his strong personality and his appearance and attitude oozes power.

I had forgotten how truly in my corner Cyrus has always been. He looks the same as he did the last time I truly saw him. He has a toffee skin tone and stands at 6’3. He has always worn his hair shaved to a taper, and that look still works for him. There is a touch of gray at his temples, but he could pass as a very young man. I would love nothing more than to sit and catch up with Cyrus, and I will, just not right now. Right now, I need to find my mate or I’m not going to make it much longer.

Tate led the pack, his 6’3” frame dwarfing the aisles, his letterman jacket straining over shoulders carved from marble. His dirty-blond hair was tousled, as if he’d just rolled out of some sorority girl’s bed—which, given his reputation, he probably had. Behind him, the Sigma Rho council followed like a pantheon of depravity: Marcus “The Curve” Delgado, 6’2”, with dark, piercing eyes that could strip a girl bare from across a room, his cock rumored to bend at a perfect 45-degree angle, designed to ruin G-spots.

I walk over to my bed and lie down. I knew that Brett had two roommates, but I had no idea that they would be so handsome. Felipe has dark brown hair and light brown eyes. He looks to be 5’9” and obviously works out from what I could see with him wearing that form-fitting shirt. Darryn is freaking gorgeous. He has to be 6’6” with wavy golden blonde hair that he keeps in a longer style. He has the most beautiful pale ocean-blue eyes. He definitely works out, considering he was shirtless when I walked up. His eight-pack is out on full display with his perfect olive-colored skin. He looks like he just walked out of a GQ magazine. He is definitely Italian, as his last name implies. I kno

A moment later, Curt walked in, dressed in a gray suit with no tie, his white shirt opened at the neck, showing a few strands of hair on his chest, accenting his muscles that lay beneath. “Curt,” I said as I walked around the desk and gave him a quick hug. “What a surprise.” A grin spread across his face, illuminating the dimple on his cheek. “Well, I was in the neighborhood.” I laughed. “What brings you here? To what do I owe the honor?”