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confessed Cleopatra as I just shook my head at her. His sharp cheekbones look great with his clean-shaven face, plump pink lips that look oh so soft and kissable, with a strong nose and the most luscious-looking auburn hair. A simple professional cut with a little curly extra on top that you can just run your fingers through. He is easily 6'6 in height and wearing designer business-casual clothes. His muscles are bulging, and his broad shoulders look so yummy. What am I saying? Stop it! Stop drooling, Miriam! Stop it! Stop it, Miriam! Maybe I am about to go into heat for the first time. Maybe that is why I am having these thoughts. Either way, stop it. We aren't cheaters.

“How can you be twenty-eight, have lived in America for five years now and not know who Julian Easton or Carter Chapman are?” “In my defence, I could have lived here for ten years and still not know who they are,” I say apathetically. “They are the hottest actors in Hollywood right now. Julian just starred in that film Tackled about the openly gay quarterback, which he is totally going to be nominated for an Oscar for, and Carter was recently cast to play the Human Torch in the new Fantastic Four remake,” she says gleefully, adjusting her breasts to give herself more cleavage. “Is Julian Easton gay?”

He scooted closer to her in a flirty manner. Margot's cheeks burned up as she avoided his gaze in an embarrassed manner. She snorted and said, "You are very confident." Curtis frowned and asked, "How so?" "Huh?" Margot was stunned. She wanted to explain, but she was equally speechless. Curtis was a CEO with a net worth of hundreds of billions. He was 6.1 feet tall and was even born with a handsome face. He did have the grounds for his confidence, after all.

He too looked so sexy and yummy all at once. I wanted to strip him from his expensive all in black Neiman Marcus tuxedo. His golden curls cut shorter and had two strands hanging above his left eye. He definitely looked like a young Vasiliy Stepanov when he was in that Russian movie called Dark Planet. I know because I accidentally clicked on it when I was scrolling through Prime movies in the foreign list. That was a while back, but I still remembered the actor. He was fine at that age.

he declared, pointing at me while taking a drag from his cigar. The man behind the desk had striking blue eyes that seemed to pierce through me, and his dirty blonde hair was styled in a messy yet effortlessly sexy way. His chiseled jawline and defined cheekbones were accentuated by the dim lighting in the room, and I couldn’t help but notice the intricate tattoos that adorned his arms. His tall, sculpted body was clad in a tailored suit that fit him perfectly, and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of attraction despite my fear and discomfort.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his pettiness. "Scaredy cat!" I teased, pouting my lips; watching his face tense, he was clearly trying to work through some inner thoughts. Letting my eyes scan over his body, I sucked in air softly; he was incredibly handsome! Model handsome! His hair seemed to change colour from dark blonde to light brown. However, the gold shimmers that caught the light never dulled. How he styled it reminded me of a TV series I had seen: Peaky Blinders — with the sides cropped short, he looked both fierce and sexy.

Since this club isn't a cheap club at all, I think the people here are also on average someone who works in a company with the highest rank. Okay, let's just say I'm on a 'Take Me Out' show, and assume that they all want me. So I scanned them all with earnest attention. There was one of the men with shoulder-length brown hair with sharp jaws and his gray suit hugging his burly body. He was sturdier than Rhysand. He's like the long hair version of Henry Cavill and he's handsome. He was standing next to a man with short blonde hair in casual clothes. The man in front of him is also handsome and his friendly face that looks very active in talking makes any woman interested in him and doesn't he

Out steps Joel Carter, a tall, over six feet handsome young man, his hair cropped low and silky. Joel's coal-black eyes squint, surrounded by even darker lashes and furrowed brows. The sooty hair follicles flawlessly brought his sweet potato pie skin, high cheekbones, full-sized nose, and full lips into view. Both Tameka and Copeland's gazes dropped. He had a body fit for a professional athlete! The Italian suit he wore accentuated all the right body parts. Joel was not only handsome but rich-looking.

Katrina I just met a handsome man, what a lucky day today. Is he taken or married? I hope he's not. We have arrived at 25th floor of this building. I went off searching for the CEO's office, when the man walked ahead of me. He's walking in the direction of the CEO's office. Don't tell me, he's here for the interview. It can't be! He opened the door of the CEO's office. I walked after him and knocked the door infront of me. "Come in" says inside the room. I opened the door and shocked to see him in the swivel chair of the CEO. Is he the CEO? Uh..uhm I am Katrina Jones. I am here for the interview. "Have a sit Ms. Jones." I sat down infront of him. He flip the pages of my CV. "So, you are grad

He shelved his black hair stylishly and flashed a charming smile towards me, and I felt my heart beating faster than its actual rate. I feel so fulfilled that I would be so happy if I died now. He stopped in front of me and dipped his hands into his trouser pocket. I watched him dazed. He's like an angel ascending from the sky. Dark hair. Deep black eyes. A face so exquisitely chiselled. It could have been sculptured by Michelangelo himself. Carl Warner. Australia most wanted and overly talented actor, a born model, the actor who would be working on the lastest movie my company would be producing and quite possible, the most beautiful, hot, handsome and mysterious man I'd ever met.