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His face is a work of art, not just any art, but the masterpiece, with carved high cheekbones, a strong jawline and sensual lips, like a myth Greek god. His cologne crushing the scent of others, and his dark piercing eyes held an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine, and his rich and thick dark hair crowns his divine features with perfection. “He is fucking handsome” I said to Sarah as he came closer, radiating danger and crushing beauty. “You should do anything to get him in your bed, he’s the one I can’t get, and that is the one you should taste, my friend.” Sarah whispered to me. “Hi Jackson, this is Gloria” Sarah said to him as he got to where we stood.

“Please I…” “Call me Josh one more fucking time, Princess.” He growled into my mouth, pulling my head back and breaking the kiss. I came face-to-face with a ruggedly handsome face. The kind that was only seen in Greek myths under the title “god of annihilation” sharp brows, a well-carved nose, and a mouth that looked perfect for kissing. This man made handsome look like a petty compliment. And for whatever reason, my pussy got a furious heartbeat. His dark stormy eyes narrowed as he scanned my face. His grip in my hair tightened and he pulled me close, close enough for me to taste the expensive whiskey on his breath, but too far that I couldn’t reach out and swipe my tongue over his bottom l

And I can see it through his beautiful and deep brown eyes, he is really serious. But first I chose to keep quiet and examine his face carefully, he is really handsome. He is like Adonis, the God of beauty and desire would be ashamed of the inherent elegance and strength features of this stranger. Perfect pointed nose that I want to squeeze, kissable luscious lips that I want to kiss every day, beautiful mesmerizing eyes that I want to stare at all night, my gosh! And his strong jaw lines, which further adds to its Greek God-like image. "Done checking me out, baby?" I returned to my senses when he spoke and grinned playfully. So I blinked and cleared my throat.

Came his thick Italian accent. Cassie was always a goner for Italian men for their sexy accent. "I'm good now. Thank you. I'm sorry you had to take so much trouble for me today." My Greek god's eyes narrowed at that. He definitely didn't like me apologising to anyone. "Nah! Actually it was my pleasure that I could help you. As much as I didn't expect our second, technically third meeting like that, but still, I'm glad I got the chance to get you out of that situation. Even though your Greek man didn't appreciate me with words. But tell him that he owes me big."

Taller than most, more powerful both in build and personality, he resembled a wild animal of the jungle, sleek and dangerous, so alive and vital that at times he scared the living daylights out of her. He was also very proud of his Greek heritage, and he didn’t like being insulted - no Greek did. But Carrie, being Carrie, always seemed to be insulting him. Whatever she said, it always came out wrong.

Never before had I encountered a morning so captivating. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms encircled my small waist, pulling me closer. A deep, husky voice whispered in my ear, "Good morning, beautiful!" I turned around, facing the Greek god who had the power to make my heart race with every encounter. "Good morning," I replied, a smile lighting up my face as I gently stroked his stubbled cheek with my fingers. "Did you sleep well?" "Like a log," he replied, his grin infectious. He captured my hand, guiding it to rest against his cheek, lightly squeezing.

‘This is a true man… ‘He’s so handsome!’

Whilst saying this, he looked completely calm and collected, like he was talking about the fucking weather. My words got lodged in my throat as I stared at the Greek god in front of me. I wouldn't be surprised if he was a god. He was probably the most handsome man I'd ever laid my eyes on since the past seven years. He had big bulging biceps but not too big that it would be considered disgusting. His grey eyes were so light that I could almost see through them if he didn't have a guarded and emotionless look. They were so bright that they hurt to look at. His dark brown hair rolled down his shoulder. He was a beautiful walking god. Okay, I was exaggerating a little bit.

A flawless and exceptionally attractive man I had ever seen in my life. Totally a Greek god !

Juliana's pov: The guy in front of me was surely the true definition of a Greek god. I have always said that Lucien is handsome but oh! My goodness this one standing in front of me is a goddamn snack, his jet-black hair flowed down to his shoulder. His hair looks so soft and silk that I want to run my hands on them.