The Comeback Of The Mafia Lord's Girlfriend
The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing his pale skin.
The smile on his face should be termed illegal. It was not the smile you offer to your friends or siblings. It was not the smile you offer to kids you meet on the road while running. The smile was alluring. One side of his lips were curled up, imitating a smirk but it wasn't even a smirk. It was Silas Kingsley's way of tempting a certain woman, who happened to be me, by his smile. And it was damn working.
"The designs, Mr. Kingsley." I said, my voice shaky, and he tilted his face, scratching his chin.
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