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His broad shoulders taper down to a narrow waist, a perfect V-shape that draws your eyes toward him. He’s tall, towering over most people I have seen, and he moves with the perfect grace that suits his size. His voice is deep and smooth like velvet, sending shivers down one’s spine when he speaks. He epitomizes rugged handsomeness, a man you cannot help but admire. And this handsome face of the Greek gods just got married to me! Are you kidding me? “Are you joking? You can’t tell me you just paid money to marry me. I… I am just…” I said, trying to find the right words to describe my pitiful existence.

She vocalized causing a magma to erupt within me. “Well my dear, not to be proud but it's written on G****e that ‘Billionaire Eros Achilles is undeniably one of the most handsome men to walk on it’, you can search it up,” I informed her. “Who says G****e is always right? Those articles are written by humans.” She face palmed herself and just faced her front. “So you think I'm not handsome?” I pressed further. “Eros Achilles Lycaon can you leave me alone please?” she groaned and I almost melted at how sweet her voice was when she called my name, you would mistake her groan for a moan.

He did it but I think it's more haggard to look at? I don't find him handsome at all. I have another definition for that word. My handsome is a man with angelic face, soft features and the mestizo type. And I’m sure it wasn’t him. His features killed the word angelic. All of him looks hard. There is no trace of tenderness, even in the eyes. He looks like he doesn’t have weakness at all, which I’m sure is impossible. "I thought you weren't coming," I said sarcastically.

My hands wrap around his hips, one moving to his ass and pushing a finger inside. “Malakas! (Ancient Greek curse word, similar to fuck!)” Hermes moans. “Get ready, i fotiá mou (my fire).” I moan and that’s all that he needs to let go, spilling himself down my throat.

But the man, standing a few feet away from me, to be called handsome is an understatement. A Greek God who seems to have wandered outside of Olympus. Even his intense piercing gaze, as he looks around, is sending chills down my spine. Dangerously hot. I can't find words to describe him but the reaction of my intoxicated self is enough evidence for his prominence. My body is deliciously responding to his mere presence. Despite it being covered by facial hair, his perfectly crafted face is undeniably a head-turner. I noticed a lot of women's interest, even older ones glance his way. Indeed a crowd stealer.

Handsome is the first word that comes to mind as I take in his sharp, chiseled features and dark hair. I let my eyes wander over the werecat, down his carved muscles, and lower still until I can’t stop the blush when the obscenely large and not even erect length of him catches my eye. Swinging between his legs without a care in the world that he could seriously hurt someone with that thing.

I gently laugh, then I turned to my side as were walking, then I gently pinches her nose. Eleanor just laughs, then I can feel her arms tightening around my waist. Eleanor and I entered our car and started driving towards our suite. Facts: Agápi = Love Agápi mou = My love In Greek AALLEEXXIIIAANDRRIA

He was examining me too and I took the chance to study his face. He had a Viking-black neat hair and bristly eyebrows. He had defined cheekbones and a concrete jaw. I also notice his Titan-like return of him. He also has long eyelashes. Oh my, he's the real definition of a Greek God's face. Fortunately, I can marry a handsome man. I hope he is also kind and hardworking for the perfect package. Maybe he's not hard to love, isn’t he?

That dickhead. I sighed. ''Tha-tha-tha........thaksbsislbdyou'' I huffed ''Can you speak a little louder?'' He chuckled prying his neck closer. Oh God! How annoying can he be? Wished he died already ''Thxqw@ynxwπc....'' I blurted out. ''Huh? What is that supposed to even mean? He mused. ''Its Greek for Thank you'' ''You just said thank you. Anyways the pleasure is all mine. M'a lady'' He did a slight bow. His thick British accent pouring out as he spoke.

, his hands were raised to the sky - literally the ceiling, and his eyes were wide open; purely the drama queen he was. " You know, I don't know what you all see in that jerk, with those eyes of his that are shaped like a pinecone and his outrightly big nose - even plastic surgeons in South Korea wouldn't be able to fix that", I knew I was being pathetic, but all the same he wasn't attractive, at least not to me. " Bitch, you ain't serious. He is the definition of a sexy Greek god", his hands were still swirling around and gathering attention.