Novel & Cerita Eye Candy Men

Sugary Goodness "That's not how it is supposed to work Mr. McCain. Yes... I know you had paid a large amount of money. Yes... but our girl is still free to decide. It is quite clear on the agreement sir. Let's see, how about if I set you up with a more suitable girl for you? I'm really sorry about this. Why don't you take Jaquelyn to dinner first, anyplace of your choosing all expenses are on us, as a token of our apology. Then if you deemed appropriate, she will replace your previous one? And I will take care of everything personally. Yes sir, I understand. I will set it up with Jaquelyn tonight. Thank you, sir." Damn billionaires! I finally ended his call. Mr. McCain was one of our top pay

Eden's eyes sparkled with amusement as he noted her behavior, thinking to himself, How strange. Eden's piercing blue eyes gleamed with an inner turmoil, their golden centers flashing like embers as he struggled to maintain control. His chiseled features, normally a mask of calm, were subtly tense, revealing the depth of his internal conflict. The scent of Pearl's perfume wafted up, teasing his senses and awakening the demons that lurked within. His sharp jawline clenched, a testament to the ferocity of his self-control.

Roxie asked, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and a filthier kind of excitement that she couldn't hide. "He’s not a stranger, Roxie, he’s a brother in arms, and besides, I’m going to be very busy seeing just how much of a slut Candy really is while Jax tries to see if he can make you fall off your chair in the middle of a crowded restaurant," I said, my thumb already finding the slider on the remote Jax had given me. "Oh god, I can feel it already, Jax, did you give him the high-frequency one? It feels like a swarm of bees is trying to eat its way out of my cunt," Candy groaned, her back arching as I pushed the slider up just a fraction.

There’s a loud sniff, and the man takes a step closer to me, his footsteps echoing in the room, and his voice sounds almost amused as he says, “I can smell the fear rolling off of you. Mixed in with your scent, it’s an odd smell. Bittersweet, almost like grapefruit.” My nose crinkles as he happens to mention the one fruit I detest, and I say, “That is the weirdest-” My words are cut off by the intensity of his green eyes. He has a lazy smirk that shows off a small dimple in his left cheek, but his eyes flicker away from me and to the screen as the announcer says, “Elyria is SOLD to the Eclipse Pack!” I snap my head to the screen, my heart pounding, although I already knew that was where she

Exactly why I was doing this. "Well that means he's really really poor", I said. He looked at me with disgust. "Probably one of these whores that feed off of their sugar daddies money", he mumbled. The crowd began to mumble and whisper. I stood up and catwalked straight to him and looked him dead in the eyes, "$1 billion dollar", I said. Everyone gasped, shocked, I mean shocked. "Who are you?", he asked scared. "Blu", I said.

"We're closer than we let on, huh? Then why don't you tell everyone who I really am, Mr. Jensen?" Angela quickly grabbed his arm. "Simon, calm down. Think about the bigger picture. If any scandal breaks out right now, Westwind, the designer, definitely won't work with us for next season's show." Ethan let out a cold laugh. "You can forget about working with Westwind ever again." Simon bared his teeth. "I had no idea Westwind was your obedient lapdog, Mr. Rivers. Do they just roll over whenever you tell them to?" I caught Ethan's raised fist before he could swing it. Then, I stepped forward, one measured step at a time, until I was right in front of Simon. I raised my hand and slapped him har

Ella could not stop her face from changing to the color; red; everyone knew, in an instant she felt strangely attracted to him; and if she wasn't already married; I bet after the whole tour, she'd go back home with him; and they'd have fucked. Mrs. Ella walk with us to one of the artifacts; the great Odyssey; it is a plate or more like a map; while we were being explained, on how much good, keeping historical artifacts are; I turn a little, looking towards the girl's bathroom; and I saw Candy going inside; she did not act like everything was normal; her behavior made me think, or I felt certain that she was up to something, but did not know what exactly..

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

he cooed softly. The room is poorly lit, so the man can’t see Franky as she hides in a corner of the room, but she can see him. Franky lifts her head to look at the man standing before her. She doesn’t recognize his face as one of the monsters who harmed her the last time. Their faces were imprinted in her brain forever, hunting her in her dreams. Franky examines his face more closely and is struck by the man’s features. Hair as dark as a night sky with no stars and perfectly shaped, natural-looking brows. Her fingers itch to stroke them, betting they’ll be soft against her skin. The man’s long eyelashes fan his face as he blinks, and his beautiful green eyes search for her by the edge of th

He was standing in front of us. Adam was in his signature cloth, black expensive jeans and black T shirt. There was silver chain on his chest with the letter E as an initial. His eyes raked my body from the top to the buttom and then his eyes landed on my waist, halted at the hand of Jimmy that was casually resting there before glancing back at me. His eyes finally landed on our faces. He blatantly ignored mine ans acted like I wasn’t there when he finally addressed Jimmy with his deep voice.