Novel & Cerita Just Some Guy Without A Mustache

"He plans to urinate on your car so how can I not come out. He'll even take off his pants in front of me." "Describe that guy to me." "H-Huh? Uhm, he has a butterfly tattoo on his arm, he's in his 30s, his body isn't that big either, you're not that small either, his eyes are round and his nose isn't that long ... “That’s all I could say. "What about his hair?" I shook. "I don't see any hair," "What ??" Kunot noo nito tanong. "K-He's bald." I bit my lower lip to avoid laughing. I didn't even mention bald because I laughed at the word bald.

His hair is in a buzz cut style, full, noticeable eyebrows, long lashes, caramel skin tone, and a clean shave with a little mustache that makes you want to think about bed play. A dance to my favourite song, with an angelic man? I would love that. But who is this man? "May I?" He smiles cutely, ignoring how confused I look. He wouldn't bite. Just a dance, right? This could be just what I need, a dance to lift my mood.

I didn’t think he would do it! With my face entirely red, I cover my eyes. “Okay, handsome, w-would you mind putting your clothes back on?” I peek through my fingers, almost choking when I see that the guy doesn’t have a six-pack—that’s a freaking eight-pack! How didn’t I know he was equipped with that? Gah, I thought I knew everything about Jace, but apparently not! The man is walking sex-on-a-stick!

I'm wearing a mask so he can't see my whole face. "Remove that face mask. Did my people forget to tell you to remove it before entering my house?" The coldness on his voice is chilling me. A man on his personality, indeed. Jevro Gusto is a Malemyn with cold personality. He's also unapproachable and hates clingy person. That... I read that on the news.

It was like he wanted to jump up from his chair and slam the door in my face. The other came across with his mustache, the pure white shirt and the sly look on the distinctive face, like the cliché of a gangster from the television. The fake smile also went with it. Just like the scar over his mouth. Like me. Just not at an angle, but lengthways. It started under the eye and went down to the chin.

“Sleeping Beauty wakes.” I grunted and reached for the pot on the marble bar. “Don’t start.” “Oh, I’m starting,” she said, finally glancing up. “Mystery Maserati guy? Tall, built like a Greek god, tattoos, jawline that could cut glass? Yeah, we’re talking about him.” I poured my coffee. “He was just helping me.” Jess smirked. “Men who ‘just help’ don’t give you their personal card. Or look at you like that.”

Then she walks past me with tears in her eyes. The man is absolutely disgusting, and I know that no woman in her right mind would have sex with him, he has greasy hair pulled to the side covering his bald patch on the top of his head, his mustache has seen better days, and his enormous stomach flaps over his pants leaving a small gap between the buttons showing his skin.

“You being like that just proves how ungrateful of a scum you are!” The two friends were physically different. George was short and a little bit porky. His round face and wide-set eyes gave him the look of a premature child, but his black mustache, ironically, impressed him a rogue and ruthless vibe. He’s wearing black boxers, showing off his fair skin and bumpy stomach. On his left forearm was a green birthmark that resembled a distorted cup.

I expected them to smell like smoke or at least the stale smell of beer but they smell better than I expected. “Did you shave?” I asked. He doesn’t have a beard, just a slight stubble on his jaw and it’s still there. “Yup. I manscraped in case I get lucky.” He winked at me. I laughed. “You’re not getting lucky, trust me.” “I know that. Trust me, I love living and Croix has this notion of slitting throats which I don’t want. I think we should leave that off the table, for now.” He winked.