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he sat across from me, reaching for a can of coke, opening it and taking a huge gulp of the cold drink. With his height barely reaching 5’9 and his curly dark hair escaping his baseball cap, Lee’s narrow shaped eyes compliments his pointy nose. His pale white skin is decorated with artistic ink. If he could remove that taunting smirk he has directed at me, he’d be cool just like his Eminem shirt. “Lee, stop acting like a dick,” Ben scolded him, but I held his arms.

“I’m not supposed to tell …” Jackson freezes. Lee smirks widely at my rigid brother, deep dimples in his cheeks. “But he met some sugar daddy.” His voice dips to a whisper. Jesse sputters his beer everywhere. Axel actually sits up. “It’s new,” Lee continues casually, strolling over to the couch. He flops down next to Jackson with exaggerated dramatics, like it’s his throne. Their legs press. “A silver fox,” Lee murmurs, dimples flashing as his grin spreads wide, “Who smells like cedar and talks about Virginia Woolf like it’s sports commentary.” He chuckles softly.

Lord Loc was very frustrated, but he kept on searching, however, determined to find her. “Come on, guys,” Lee tried to spur them on. “Do not get tired, for we must find the cure for our lord's luna. We shall rest here tonight and continue our search by tomorrow.” “Who are you in search of?,” Hunter walked over and whispered to Lee. “You should focus on proving yourself worthy of my lord's mercy and saving your life,” Lee said, sounding unwelcoming. “I could have helped, you never know,” he said, not impressed with Lee's response to him.

I just didn't care for it. I caught a glimpse of him before he opened his door and came inside. All I could see was his body. He was wearing a crisp gray shirt, buttoned low enough to catch a glimpse of his bronzed chest, and a pair of black pants that were simple enough. His hair was smoothed back again, giving him a look of refined polish. But with the overbearing shape of his muscled body and the cat-like slant of his eyes it was impossible to dismiss him as simply polished. No, Leon was too rugged for polished.

"This way'' he replied and started walking away and I followed him behind. I seriously don't know why I had to come to this boring party. I mean, the only thing they do is drink, dance and romance all manner of sh*t and that's really annoying. I trailed behind Leo as he kept walking and passed the noisy rowdy place Thank goodness. We entered a passage and continued walking. "Where exactly is she?" I asked from behind as we started coming across so many closed doors. "She's...here!" He chuckled and stopped in front of a closed door.

✿ CHAPTER 12 ✿ LEONARD'S POV "Bro…I've been on my knees for hours," My close friend Daniel begged me to accompany him to the shopping mall to buy a present for his wife. "You call barely 20 minutes, hours?" I rubbed my temples "Bro, it's just a present for my wife, I just need someone to go with me, I won't take too much of your time, okay?" I sighed. "Fine, I might even take the opportunity to inspect the mall"

Your friend, Michaela Lee.

His sharp, focused gaze never left the screen of the tablet resting on his lap, illuminating his face with a cold, blue hue. Lee was dressed to impress or intimidate, depending on who you asked. He wore a royal-blue, three-piece suit with the sharp lines of a designer cut, complete with polished black leather shoes, a gold wristwatch, and thin wire-rimmed glasses. His entire look was the epitome of sleek professionalism, but his eyes held a quiet ruthlessness that spoke volumes. Lee had the kind of face that rarely smiled, and when it did, the effect was more chilling than comforting.

I love y'all. Xoxo.. Dim Leon 😘 😘

"Scarlett." ******