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I was under his control. He looked more handsome in this close-up. I could see his face clearly. He had a sharp jaw that might cut anyone's skin if they were to caress it. His thick brows, when they were brought together in a frown, gave him an intimidating appearance. Any woman would go crazy for his sharp nose and perfectly formed lips. The way in which he brushed his hair, exposing his fair forehead, gave the impression that he was a Greek god who had stepped out of myth and landed in the present world. I was almost lost in his majestic appearance.

She turned to the see the most handsome man she had ever placed her eyes on in her entire life time, he looked kind of familiar, but Rhea was sure if she had ever seen the Greek god before, she would have never forgotten his face. He had the skin of melted caramel and Rhea wondered of it would taste as good as it looked, a mop of curly hair atop his head, with a face to gorgeous to be a man's, his light brown eyes shone on his face, surrounded by long lashes that Rhea was already jealous of. His face structure looked like it was sculptured by the gods, with perfect cheekbones and a long, straight nose, she could imagine him running his nose along her neck, or along her thighs.

Besides, he always answered all her questions with a gentle tone. Describing 'gentle' to someone like 'Jack' who had a body much bigger and taller than her, a body full of muscles and tattoos that she could see on his arms from behind his sleeves, his heavy, deep voice made Elena feel a little bit funny. She tilted her head to take a short glance at him. His handsome face, strong jaw and thick perfect, eyebrows, such a beautiful combination, especially when the moonlight hit him. Elena almost thought he was a sculpture of a Greek god.

scratch that the most ugly man i have ever seen stepped out of the car Jeez his looks could kill , from his manly flawless face to his beautiful lips and oh my God his physique, his muscles were literally trying to rip - off his shirt... gosh i think he's a greek God Who the fu***ing hell are you " his sexy voice brought me outta my trance"

Jason smirked, thinking that this man was quick to change his character. Grabbing Madison’s hand, they left. “Am I very handsome?” Jason asked Madison. She blinked, then shook her head. Despite having smooth features, Jason was not considered a handsome person. In the end, what attracted her the most was his demeanor that was constantly calm and collected. “He praised me just now.” Jason laughed. “What did he say?” Madison asked curiously. ‘Did he call him a handsome man?’ “He called me a pretty boy.” Jason chuckled. Madison could not help but laugh out loud. “Is that a praise?” She said as her shoulders quivered.

I confidently exclaimed. "Oh really?" His voice was almost insulting. I then turned around to face him. It's pretty embarrassing, but as I look at him intently, my outburst of rage melts away. My tongue has suddenly become shy. He possesses black as ebony hair, emerald eyes that sparkle like jewelry, thick black brows, a very beautifully shaped straight long pointed nose, and natural crimson Cupid's Bow lips. I carefully stroll down my sight, his wearing a tailored suit that fits him wonderfully and emphasizes his Greek God-like form.

He didn’t seem to resist her affections, and I assumed there was something between them. That was fine with me. Dane Wiltshire had shown himself to be rude, arrogant, and condescending. So what did I want with him? Yes, he was handsome, but, how does the saying go? “Handsome is as handsome does.” I think the word in the saying is “pretty” and that it’s applied to women, but no matter. I applied it here. Let Dane have Gwaniella or vice versa. The two of them were nothing to me.

’ "What did you call me?" ‘Meli mou?’ His mouth quirked as he brushed a stray red strand of hair back off her cheekbone. Her hair felt like silk against his fingers and she was much smaller than his women usually were, the top of her head barely reaching his shoulder in spite of her fantastically high heels. Her diminutive stature gave him the oddest protective feeling. It’s Greek for "my honey”

Fabiano would rather die than doing that. “What do you want now?” I questioned. “Another smile.” I did. I smiled. This time it was less forced. He nodded, keeping his eyes on my mouth. “It’s Xanthos.” He looked up into my eyes, “In Greek origin, it means golden-haired.” My brows knitted as I looked at him. He pointed at his head, then grabbed my hand and placing it on his head, doing yet another thing that surprised me and made my heart flutter, “Don’t know what my mother was thinking when she named me that.” He smiled, not looking mad about the fact. It seemed he adored his mother.

he said softly, it's even sound softer than the wind blows. Eventhough this Greek-God sinfully handsome figure with all his perfection, standing here in front of me, woo-ing me or flirting me, I will not be attracted. His black and lush eyebrow complimenting his green orbs. His eyes... reminds me of a very amazing green lake I visited when I was a child. His pointed nose, his full lips and wavy black hair those heavenly perfect combination completed his appereance. He is truly the best creation of an ancient Greek maestro sculpture or should I say: a Zeus rencarnation due to all his perfection.