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The villa was dimly lit, casting a soft glow around the surroundings. Yohan's tall figure stood near the pool, his eyes dark and heavily red. The unbuttoned shirt revealed his perfectly sculpted six-pack abs, showcasing his masculine physique. With one hand holding a glass of whisky, the other resting confidently in his well-fitted gray pants, he savored the drink while fixating his gaze on the crystal-clear blue water of the pool. The lights within the water created a chaotic yet cozy atmosphere, enhancing the allure of the scene. Under the gentle illumination, Yohan's striking handsomeness was undeniable.

They were engrossed in viewing, they didn’t take time to explore their own environment. The sound of footsteps brought them out of their little trance in a flash. A man wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of grey trousers showed up. He had dark blue eyes and short light brown hair. His hair was in a pompadour style. The hairstyle was unfamiliar. “I’m Josh, Leila sent me to you. You must be the Prestorian Crew, right?” The way he talked was strange. What is Am? They all thought. “Y-yes, we are the Prestoria crew.”

Jaizy yelled before changing her place with some other model. Back to Jessica, she was instructed to strike some of the poses while submerged in water. She entered the water, lay down, and presented her side to the camera. With both hands helping her to lean behind, she stretched her legs. Water splashed against her legs as it touched her gorgeous hair. She was posing for the camera like a queen, but she had not yet seen Liam, who was maintaining an unfazed expression on his face but a raging storm had taken place in his heart. Liam repeatedly let go of his fists in an attempt to halt the internal whirlwind but was unsuccessful. His throat ended up being dry, and he detected sweat on his che

I am happy to thank you for not letting go of my hug. "Ahem!" I let go of my hug from Joeren when there was a voice behind us. "Fidel, bruh!" Dr. stood up. Joeren and it's the same with the man. I looked at the Man with Dr Joeren. Why is he handsome? his eyes are narrow, his skin is white and his lips are pouting more and more.

Maureen openly pointed at the man who seemed to smile very easily at anyone, as evidenced by his greeting to everyone who passed by. The figure, who was not considered Maureen's type, was only wearing pangsi pants, a type of pants that widened at the bottom for pencak silat players. Meanwhile, his bare chest showed the kind of harbor most women dream of. Every curve shiny with sweat molded by bone and muscle was perfectly presented without any fine hair. Not a body builder, but it's enough. "My name Angga, in case you forgot." He said his name again as he extended his hand. Without waiting to be greeted, he grabbed Maureen's fist, unraveling it into a momentary posture.

Javier stood a few steps behind her, one hand ready to hook her collar if she leaned too far. Third photo: a close-up of Poppy devouring a giant pistachio gelato cone, green everywhere, including her chin. Javier’s caption: [Please send help. Subject is eating like a tiny mafia boss.] [PS: I didn’t pinch her cheeks. I only issued verbal threats.] My mouth betrayed me. The corners lifted without permission. I tapped a reply: [Bring her home in one piece.] Message sent. Not even thirty seconds later, another notification chimed.

Just enough. The first one was fine. The second one we scrolled past without discussion. The third one made us both go still. Red background. A man from the shoulders down — no face, no name, just structure. Wide shoulders, a chest that looked carved, abs that led down to a V line so sharp it disappeared into dark trousers like a map to somewhere dangerous. One hand held a black belt loosely at his side. At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees.

There he was as I stepped out of the elevator onto the parking lot. Instead of his usual suit, Mr. Miller stood beside a sleek Porsche, wearing a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves, blue denim jeans, and athletic shoes. He had left the top buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his chiselled chest. His smirk pulled me out of my trance, and I hastily looked away, embarrassed to be caught staring at him.

The ten handsome and manly figures attract many female juniors that made few of them keep looking at them while the make juniors keep looking at the four by four parks behind them. Well , who doesn't attracted with the manly ,tall and cool Albert that wear his black sunglasses with his black jeans Denim and black leather jacket . Who won't attract to Ah Heng that looks cold , manly ,tall and sturdy body with his back sunglasses , black army boots , black jeans and his blue Levi's jacket and black t shirt . Mark who looks more gentleman with his cold face wear a black Levy Jeans , tuck in dark blue t shirt , black sunglasses and dark blue cap with his black boots .

The three Delta observed the man from head to toe, before then laughed. What’s funny? The handsome man stared at them, wondering why they are laughing. “Sure,” Joel agreed. “Really?!” “Yup. But you need to make a cute pose,” Joel teased. “Huh?” the man complained and he sighed. Although he does not like it, he was forced to make a cute pose and even gave them a finger heart. After he did, the three men laughed at him again. He suddenly felt so annoyed. “Then, do five push-ups. We will lend you,” Hunter asked.