Just By Looking At Him Novels & Stories

I felt like I would have a heart attack. I had seen his pictures, I had seen him countless times on TV and I knew what he looked like, but standing right in front of him, I realized it was just now I was truly seeing him clearly, I was actually looking at him; his dark eyes, his aristocratic nose, his lips which was the lightest shade of pink. He was good looking, his fitting black tuxedo contrasted sharply against the his pale skin, I could feel the powerful aura radiating off him to the point that it was intimidating, I could almost smell the confidence reeking off him.

Everything else is done behind closed doors, behind a computer screen or by phone. He's dressed impeccably, his dark hair styled neatly and he fits in very well with all the other attendees yet stands out so much with his broad shoulders, large stature, chiseled face with a light littering of black stubble over his strong jaw, leaking masculinity while also looking like a fine gentleman, he is almost too good looking in a sea of normal men. Even the men can’t help but take a second look and their partners are taking every excuse to glance a third or fourth time. It is nothing seedy, just pure appreciation of beauty.

He seems to be looking for something or someone. While he is busy looking around I am able to check him out for some seconds. He has a wavy brown hair that looks lucious under the faint street light. I am not sure of his eyes, but I think it is green and beautiful. He has quite a well-built body, doesn't have bulky muscles, but thick enough to expect he has some hard abs under his covers. Really?! Right now I'm checking him out?

Good enough to get me plenty of looks, especially with the right bra. And some of them have been from him. At first I was really put off by that. He watches all the decent looking women in here, not just me, from co-eds to seniors. His expression never changes but I can see his eyes on them. He thinks no one notices. But I do! The unnerving thing is, one day I was walking down the aisle towards him and he was looking right at me. And he never turned his head or looked away. Not even after I focused my eyes on him! I'm not used to that. Most any guy will look away when he knows he's caught. But his expression never changed then either. And I don't think he does that with most of the women.

And then, as if on cue, my gaze landed on him. He was standing across the street, leaning against a brick building, his arms crossed casually. At first glance, he looked like just another person in the crowd—ordinary, even. But something about him drew me in, pulling my attention like a magnet. He was staring directly at me, his expression unreadable, his posture relaxed but somehow... predatory.

“I didn’t ask this.” “You looked at the lemon.” He shrugged. “I look at a lot of things. Doesn’t mean I want all of them handed to me.” “You get a different look when you want something.” My hand stopped over the chicken. Oh. I looked at his profile, all sharp jaw, straight nose, and dark hair falling over his forehead like God had personally overfunded the face and forgotten to budget for humility. Seriously annoying. Ridiculously attractive. Very shoveable into a fire pit.

She corrects almost immediately, and her reply does hurt him like hell. He looks into her eyes which are staring into his as well and he asks, "Do I seriously look like a mentally unstable man?" She studies him with scrutiny, her eyes squint for a moment as she looks at him. He does look like a sane man and if she didn't search and keep tabs on him, she wouldn't have believed he was mentally unstable. He looks decent with his clothing, an expensive black suit, tie, fashionably styled hair trimmed beard, red lips, green eyes. Yea he is handsome and without effort, she admits to herself, he's always been blessed with that factor, unlike a few men.

I didn't look behind my back and just wait for the person she is about. His brows are furrowed, his eyes are brown and his lips seem so soft and pouty. He's looking at his parents as if he's forcing them to went here. I guess, he didn't yet recognize me. I can say that this man in front of me can turn head many people, hot and have charisma but I don't care anyway.

He looked like someone who was there cleaning rooms. He had a dark summer tan, that subdued his paleness. He had shaggy blonde hair that hung over his forehead. He had bright blue eyes and an easy smile that made me want to smile back, though I resisted the urge to do so. You could tell he was active with sports. He had maintained his physique. His round shoulders and chest pushed against the t-shirt as his waist tapered into the tight jeans. I could see lean ropes of muscle in his forearm as he squeezed the cup, gulping down whatever content it held. I could also see a bulge in the front of the tight jeans that made my breath catch in my throat. I swallowed hard and forced myself to look d

He sat in an armchair by the window, legs crossed, looking annoyingly handsome and composed. He looked like he was a character on a television show, appearing annoyingly perfect and handsome as always, without a single hair out of place. I hadn’t even noticed anyone else was in the room until he spoke up. He stared back at me, his face inscrutable as he tracked every single movement of my face.