Just By Looking At Him Novels & Stories

I lifted my eyes up to see who it was and I immediately felt like I couldn't breathe for a second. It was someone I have never seen before. Very tall, with dark hair and eyes that had no light in them. The Black shirt and pants he wore looked crazy expensive. His physique made me swallow hard as I just kept staring at him, wondering how someone like this could exist in this country and I have never seen or heard of him, not even on the internet. I know I shouldn't be saying this in my state but this man is gorgeous, and, aside from the fact that he was handsome, he also had this look of arrogance as he glanced at his watch every second like he had no time to waste here.

He has an Aura that makes everyone around him bow before him. He has a wavy black hair that's trimmed and shaped to give him a drop-dead gorgeous look. his high cheekbones and well-sculptured face that makes him look like a model on the runway. Then his muscular arms and firm chest that defined his perfect abs made me want to drool while staring at him. I looked down immediately and felt guilty because he caught me staring. I hope he doesn't hate me already because he's going to think that am nosy and disrespectful. I could feel his intense gaze on me and I knew he was scrutinizing me.

His eyes are amazing, dark brown ringed with copper and gold, and they crinkle at the corners, like he’s spent a lot of time in the glaring sun. He’s as ripped as Killian Kelly and his lieutenants, but maybe because he’s from that hardened generation—or because he lives alone in the woods—he doesn’t have that cocky swagger. He exudes pure grown man confidence as he hangs out on the crone’s front porch looking hungover, uptight as hell, and inexplicably frozen with fascination by the view to the west. I follow his gaze just to make sure I’m not missing anything, like maybe a flying saucer, but there’s nothing but scenic wilderness. Is he ignoring me on purpose?

What was wrong with him? He got mental....... I hope I am not the reason. His dark brown eyes are looking at me with so much intensity that I want to look away. But my ego isn't helping as I keep on looking at him. Ego and me. I won't back down. Why is he looking at me like that? His thick black hair contrasts against his eyes as he stares at me. He looks like a handsome chimpanzee. I raise my eyebrows at him as he still stares at me. So, I snapped my fingers at him to get his attention muttering in a yelled way "excuse me"

He is in a dark jacket — fitted, nothing elaborate — with a white shirt underneath open at the collar, and dark trousers, and he moves the way he always moves. He hasn't seen me yet. Which means I have approximately four seconds of looking at him without having to manage my face while doing it. He is — and I acknowledge this the way you acknowledge an inconvenient fact, clinically, without dwelling — extraordinarily good looking today. The kind of good looking that sits quietly on a person and doesn't announce itself, which somehow makes it worse. My heart, despite everything, lifts slightly at the edges. 'Goddess. Look at him. He is hot even without trying.' Piper sighs dreamily.

I don't even have the audacity to look at his face. “Look at me.” I drag my gaze up to his face. He has a neutral look. I can't tell if he's upset or not. I swallow hard.

his shoulders, his posture, his presence. He doesn’t look like a guy trying to impress anyone. He looks like someone who doesn’t need to. My stomach flips. “Say something,” he says, amused. I blink, snapping out of it. “You look… illegal.” He laughs. “Illegal?” “Yes. Like you should come with a warning label.” He shakes his head, but I can see the satisfaction in his eyes. “Your turn,” he says. I raise a brow. “Oh?” He steps closer.

“Just some nice shoulders.” I laugh. “Now who is the bad liar? It is fine because most males would have taken full advantage of the view.” He finally locks eyes with me. He is trying very hard to focus on my eyes. His cheeks are flushed. “Yeah, but I am not most guys.” “Maybe, but I know that you looked.” “Fine. Yes, I looked a little. I am a guy who has been alone for a long time.” “Only a little?” I tease.

This is a coincidence. I started taking a better look at him. He had kind of shabby hair, black coat and decent shoes. His eyes are blue and his jawline sharp. He looked handsome to be honest and not the type of guys who go ‘round girls. He looks as if he is the boss of some decent company. “Are you checking me out?” His words brought me back to reality. “Huh?” As I realised what he said, I looked down immediately. “No-no, you have got me wrong”

Why look at me like that… if he doesn’t want me? Because he doesn’t know what he wants. And somehow, that’s worse. I try to look away. I really do. But he moves and my eyes betray me. I’ve never seen him hard. Thank God for that. Because if this this is him relaxed, then anything more might actually ruin me. He pulls on his pants without underwear, like always. Casual. Careless. Deadly. One step. Then another. A small hop as he adjusts them And everything shifts. My brain short-circuits.