Eye Candy Men Novels & Stories

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.

I stood as he ravaged me with his eyes, while water, sweat, I didn’t know which was more, dripped from the trousers, forming a pool at my feet. His eyes came up to mine, and he smiled. He stood from the black, metal chair at the opposite side of the entrance I just used. Ed Tanner. The Magic Man. Ed was a sensual man. Tall, slender, toned. A professional ballet dancer – in his public life – he moved like a reed in the wind. He was not handsome. That was not sufficient. He was as androgenous as the people I had met outside the changing room. In fact, he was more so, but he was male. If his long, sculptured neck with the prominent Adam’s apple was not enough, the near permanent bulge in his co

Before long, the stock of the Goldberg Corporation plummeted, leaving the company teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. The wheel of fortune, indeed, had turned. One day, Tristan intercepted me as I exited my art gallery. The last exhibit had been two months ago, and now, seeing him slouched and a shadow of his former self, it was hard to believe this was the same golden boy who once lit up every room he entered. One hand hovered over his damaged eye as he spoke, his voice raw and unsteady. "Emily, it's over between me and Faye," he murmured, practically pleading.

Mr EyeCandy stepped into the hallway, and his footstep resounded in the air. Our eyes met and my heart sank. “Hazel!” I muttered silently, that was the color of his eyes. I timidly darted my eyes to the ground as he closed the distance between us. A pair of the most expensive Daniel Martins boots stopped before me. “Woah!” I gasped, intoxicated by his manly scent that wafted my senses. “CEO!” The French speaking lady exclaimed, groveling over to his side.

It was both intoxicating and degrading, as if my worth was solely measured by how I could captivate their attention. Amidst the sea of faces, my eyes caught sight of a young man dressed in black. His dark hair and piercing brown eyes accentuated his bony yet undeniably handsome face. As he entered the hall, a hush fell over the crowd, and even the high-ranking men of power bowed their heads in acknowledgment.

There was something about her though that seemed to call to Annie, make everything she felt about what had happened with her sister and what might happen in the future seem a little less dim. “Did you feel that?” Annie finally gave in to the nagging question. “I did,” Candy said biting back a smile, as her eyes met her mates blue eyes. Eyes that reminded her of family vacations to the sea, the waters crisp and clear and so very blue. “What, what does it mean?” Annie asked, her eyes darting to Candy’s lip as she lightly bit the soft flesh. Annie had never found women sexy before, but that simple bite made butterflies dance in her stomach and arousal course through her.

Hidden past *Xaveir’s POV Four years ago Carla Dean was the Great Gatsby of our college. She had blue hair, a hot figure, and the most unique pair of eyes, with which she winked at me every time I threw a glance at her. Therefore, it wasn't a surprise when I was the first one to receive an invitation to her spontaneous party. Plus my breakup with Bella opens up so many (sexy) opportunities for me now that I’m available. The moment I saw the text attached to the bottom of her almost nude picture, I was more than excited to go to the party.

"You've completely lost your mind!" I laughed loudly like a wicked woman and stared at him with a psychopathic grin and my eyebrows raised, "I just saw my death, dumbass. How do you expect me to react?" When he was about to say something, Aeneas showed up out of no-fucking-where, and I stared at him for an instant, absorbing his appearance. He looks like a fusion of our father and his mother. Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height.

Jameson said, pulling out his phone and making a call to Yazmine. But an uproar was heard at the entrance. All the men turned their gaze to the two female figures that had just stepped in. Goddesses. As Candy stepped further, she felt the burning gaze of the men in the hall and heard the whispers of women, wondering who she was. The same went for Yazmine, though she was a bit familiar, but Candy wasn't. Diego's sharp gaze went straight to Candy. Red, she was wearing his favorite color. Not only that... Candy looked so sexy in it, especially her boobs.

She was with Nate in the open field. My stomach clenches. I suddenly feel the need to vomit the blue slushy that I had right before the game. I don't know if the feeling is because reminders can pop up anywhere at whatever time or if it is because Nate is talking to another girl. Nate, though very shy and introverted, is a good looking guy. It is a handsome that is underestimated. Nothing too in your face like Harry Styles, with his screaming good looks and dimpled cheeks that could make any living, breathing, creature drop to their knees in awe. Or Bradley Cooper with his chiseled jaw and scruffy nature. Nate's is more subtle. More pure. More good-nature, with his golden eyes and breathtaki