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Ezekiel, the male lead, said, walking towards my side. He is a tall, slender guy with short dark hair. His skin was tan and smooth, and to be frank, he is handsome. One of the men ladies easily fall in love with, apart from his hot look, is such an amazing actor, and his skill is top-notch, which is a plus one for him. But he is a notorious flirt, and I know how to deal with men like him. "Hi, Zeke," I responded with a flashy grin, not too flirty but also not friendly.

He was barely recognizable. Meanwhile, Ezekiel reclined on a dark red velvet couch. Dressed all in black, his long legs stretched out lazily. He swirled a glass of whiskey with his left hand. With his right, his pale, bony fingers gradually loosened the buttons at his collar, exposing ivory skin and sculpted collarbones. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, giving the impression he'd just stepped out of the shower. He looked relaxed, refreshed, and invigorated.

Silent kilig danced in the quiet space between them, though he remained unmoving, guarded. “Yun oh! Away mag-asawa.” A man dressed well interrupted. He had the confidence of a seasoned court gladiator, wearing a tailored navy suit that hugged his broad shoulders just right. His tie was neat, a shade of forest green that contrasted his fair skin, and his hair slicked back but not overly done. His name was Ezekiel, and his entrance was both timely and theatrical. “Ezekiel.” He offered a hand to Riva. “Attorney. I believe I was sent to represent you.”

“You need to eat something. You haven’t moved from this desk in hours.” I nodded and put my pen down, rubbing my eyes. “There is just so much. We stamp out one fire and three more pop up.” “I know. But those fires will still be there after food. You need to take care of yourself.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. His hand was on his hip as he glared at me. Ezekiel had been letting his beard grown in ever so slightly. I knew he trimmed it a couple times but it looked good on him. His hair was braided as usual and he wore a black T-shirt with jeans. He looked like a fucking god, one that was going to bite my head off if I didn’t take a break.

Knowing his youngest brother, he’d made up a good story and kept everyone away from Rocky Springs. Zane nearly groaned in pleasure as Ellie placed her small hand in his and let him help her to her feet. The way she trusted him after everything she’d been through amazed him. As his body reacted to her touch, Zane knew it was going to be a long evening. Ellie walked down Main Street in Rocky Springs, tugging at her new short, curly haircut. Her hair had always been a little wavy, but cut just above her shoulders, the big curls were now more noticeable.

Nyla I stared at the photo on my screen, unable to look away. Ezekiel stood there by the pool, shirtless and glistening, his wet hair slicked back, those perfectly carved abs catching the sunlight like some kind of god. My brother Garrett was next to him, laughing, but my eyes only saw Ezekiel. He looked so hot it almost hurt. I’d been invited to go with them today, but the usual shyness had crept in, and I’d said no. Now I was regretting it so badly my chest ached.

Impressive! She was taken to the poolside area where only one table was placed with two chairs. Ezequiel was standing there with his back facing her. The moment he felt her presence he turned to her and smiled. He was wearing a white shirt with dress pants paired with a jacket. Above two buttons of his shirt were undone showing a little bit of his chest hair. His hair was styled back giving him a sexy yet dangerous look making him more handsome. “You look beautiful my Zella!” “She chuckled, “Ezequiel! What is this all about? Is this some special occasion?”

Our eyes lock under the moonlight. “Hailey.” He stands on his feet. “You’re a cursed one,” I say, taking steps towards him. Ezek doesn't have an eagle tattoo on his arm. He can't be the Alpha's son. “You found out.” He closes his fingers into a tight fist, clenching his jaws. From up close, he's so different. The glasses are gone, revealing his light brown eyes. His body is so well-built that the earlier frail appearance of him seems to be an illusion.

As my turn comes, Ethan gets busy with some drawings that a staff gave him. They suggested to highlight my hairs but I didn't wanted to experiment anything. So I just got haircut. I make sure that my hairs are neither too short nor too long in length. And in the end it reaches to the little lower to the middle of my back with slight curls at the end. Ethan kisses my hairs after he looks at me. His hairs are dark brown color just like Lucas. We come back to house and start decorating the backyard with floral arrangements. Some of Emma's co-workers helps us too.

Smith adjusted his bow tie. As the stewards approached to tidy up the table, Ezekiel made a polite excuse and slipped away to his quarters, eager to shed his current attire and gear up for a refreshing workout. With the impending arrival of the contract assigner looming ahead, he knew that he needed to clear his mind and energize himself for the tasks ahead.