Dottore X Pantalone Novels & Stories

And somehow, it makes him look even more dangerous and enticing. His suit is tailored to perfection, the fabric hugging his broad shoulders in a way that should be illegal. The deep charcoal of his dress shirt is unbuttoned at the top—just enough to reveal a glimpse of the tattoo I barely saw the night we met. And for some stupid, ridiculous, brain-melting reason, my mouth goes dry. I should say something. Anything. But then Xavier smirks, his gaze dragging over me slowly, like he’s committing every inch of me to memory.

After a moment, it opened, and Xander stood in front of me with just a pair of low-hanging sleep pants on. His chest was entirely bare, showing off his chiseled body and those fucking tattoos that I loved so damn much. A few were some sort of tribal design, and it made him look even sexier. There was also some with sayings and names. If I thought he was ripped with a shirt on, it paled in comparison to this. There was a light brown trail of hair from his navel downwards into the top of his sweatpants. His Adonis belt was so defined that I wanted to run my fingers across it to see where it led.

I had repeated that to myself like a mantra for the last twenty minutes. The side door chimed, sliding open with a soft hiss. Dante walked in alone. He had discarded his armor—no suit jacket, no silk tie. He wore only a soft, dark charcoal t-shirt and black tailored trousers. The simplicity of his clothes made him look less like a distant billionaire and more like the dangerous, physical force he actually was. "Doctor," he greeted, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that instantly made the sterile room feel too small. "Mr. Moretti," I replied, maintaining my clinical distance. I gestured to the examination table in the center of the room. "Please. Sit and remove your shirt so I can inspect

What is it that I go to? 'If I go, it will be an accident.' Ethan Wharton stood up, went to his desk and sat down. 'After eating and cleaning up, cleaning has left work.' Patrick Cotton stood up and tried to fight for himself. 'Jorden, this is really inappropriate for me.' Ethan Wharton stared at the computer, ignoring Patrick Cotton's bitter gourd look. The next day, Xingyue Hotel 201. Xenos Winter wears sexy suspenders, and the split design reveals the long legs, and the low collar highlights the career line.

Matteo leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, the deadpanned look still on his face, “And how do you propose we go about finding a man who by all other knowledge was declared dead?” Xander’s lip curled up distastefully, “Do I look like some low life gangbanger to you?” He scoffed, “I’m the Don of the fucking Mafia.” He leaned back in his chair with an arrogant smirk on his lips. Xander’s confidence sparked something in Lorenzo, “I’m listening.” “Alright then…” Xander leaned forward and began explaining the plan to them. *** “Hey you.” Xander’s arms encircled Serenity’s waist as he came up behind her and dropped his chin on her shoulder to peek into the pot over her sho

"Don't go to the villa. There’s a problem here and I’m heading to the hospital. Frederick is too despicable!" In the hospital's emergency room, Xavier's pants had been cut off with scissors. He was lying on a hospital bed surrounded by a dozen doctors and they were all observing him closely.

It just felt so right. In his eyes were countless emotions that Halle couldn’t identify but she’s knew that the gentleness in those eyes of his made her knees weak although she was not standing. “it worked,” Xavier said in a low voice, “And you’re sure it worked?” He shifted his almost uncertain gaze to the doctor who was now standing over them at the edge of the bed. “Come on Xavier,” Horacio rolled his eyes as he patted the man’s shoulder as well, “I have been a doctor for ten years, of course I’m sure!”

They are picking a random number of 40 and then directly going there. They both observed a lot of things and Xavier was pinpointing everything and Robert was noting them down. In meanwhile, Robert also observed a few things and jolted them down in his notepad. When Xavier is entering each floor in his olive green 4 - piece suit paired white shirt and overcoat, with neatly jelled and styled hair, watch to his right wrist he is looking like a Greek god. His green eyes matched his suit and all the girls started drooling over him. "See, we are lucky to work here," one girl whispered.

I took a deep breath, savoring the familiar fragrance of bergamot and vanilla. Even though I knew who was standing there, my hand still turned the doorknob. I made eye contact with Xander, whose eyes were a striking shade of red. I had expended a significant amount of energy throughout the day, making it difficult for me to resist the pressure and intimidation that accompanied his presence. I felt a shiver down my spine. "No energy to yell at me?" Xander asked with a crooked smile. He was wearing a two-button-down white shirt, black pants, and a leather jacket. A belt of daggers peered from his waist. Not that I cared too much to look in that direction.

He knew better than to overtly express his interest this early in the night, however. Especially to a woman who definitely ain't the type for one-night stands. So he turned to the blonde-haired woman and reached his hand out. "The name's Xavier. Call me Xav. What about you guys?" "I'm Brittany. This 'acoustic' girl is Tanya." She shook his hand before gesturing to her friend. Xavier naturally offered his hand to shake again, only this time to the brunette. Tanya stared at the extended hand for a bit before shaking it. He had rough hands, she noticed. On his wrist was a genuine Patek Philippe. Which generation exactly, she didn't know. She only recognized it because she's worked with a few pi