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I couldn't stop smiling on the way back, marking the day as one to remember. We soon returned to the villa, and everything slowed down as we both prepared for dinner. I paused when Levi walked out, so effortlessly put together that it felt almost unfair: the tailored white suit that fit him perfectly with slim trousers cut to finish just above his minimal sneakers, which echoed the same tone as his shirt. Instead of a formal shirt, he wore a fitted green top underneath, giving the outfit a more relaxed look. I realized then that I was obsessed with his fine ass. And we spoke at the same time, complimenting one another. We had to break that with a kiss that made me want to take him out of his

" My eyes narrowed in surprise at something in Levi's tone, and I turned to look at him. Levi made no mention of the meeting that was supposed to take place tonight. Was there something he was hiding from me? Will he do that? If he was, what sort of secret was he harboring? I swept my eyes over the dashing Levi, taking him in. He appeared dapper as usual, dressed impeccably in formal black pants, a light blue long-sleeve button-up shirt, and appropriate black shoes. Nothing seemed out of place or different. Yet something does not seem quite right. There was something about Levi's appearance that was a little off. Attempting once more, I allowed my gaze to sweep over him, absorbing him. I got

I get up from the bed a little lack luster and decide to change before I go through and eat, pulling open my wardrobe to find a fluffy Onesie and can’t resist running my hands across his row of shirts hanging to the side. Arrick has changed a lot in the past months in terms of how he dresses day to day, spending more time in shirts and pants because of his constant back and forth and less time looking like the casual preppy college boy that he used to be when we stayed in New York. I guess because he had to buy more ‘work’ clothes when he started spending the majority of his life in the office and left all his casual stuff in the back of the wardrobe and less accessible. I miss it, I miss hi

It was for the game. Levi appeared beside me before I’d even noticed his approach. His cologne… spicy, warm, dangerous reached me first. “You’re making it difficult to concentrate.” From the corner of my eye, I gave him a quick peek. “I thought you thrived under pressure.” “I do,” he murmured, his voice low enough to send a ripple of heat through me. “But this feels like sabotage.” I turned to face him, forcing a neutral expression. “Don’t flatter yourself. This dress is for the reporters.”

Levi has the whole sexy-nerd look going on. His hair is a little long, and when he's wearing his glasses it normally gets into his eyes. He tends to wear button down shirts with his sleeves rolled up, showing off a scar he got in a fight when he was younger. He's so damn hot, I swear I'm starting to sweat just looking at him.

I paired it with my turquoise blue sandals and a DIY long strap jean bag. I looked in the mirror with a satisfied grin. I looked reasonable. Looking at my reflection some more, I came to the conclusion that I have never looked this great. Just as I was applying my orange lip gloss, I was distracted by a loud knock on my door. It was Levi, looking as hunky as ever. He wore an off white distressed ripped t shirt, paired with black jeans and a pair of nick air vapor max. He finished off his look with some designer shades. "What in the name of black Jesus are you wearing?" he asked pushing down his shades for a better view.

“Put that on instead and then pair the all black outfit with the cream cardigan. It’ll look better.” Livi nods, quick to drop back to the floor and search in a rush, throwing clothes around until she uncovers the black bralette, quick to step out of frame and change. “Is this better?” Livi asks, waiting for Leona’s hum of approval. “Perfect.” Leo nods. “Now go. Blaze isn’t a very patient man. I’m surprised he hasn’t already thrown a hissy fit over this wait you’re putting him through.”

I then immediately forgot what I was about to say, even though the words had been ready to burst out of my mouth. Alex was... hot. Whenever we went to Leia's lessons, Alex was dressed in variations of the same outfit. Khaki pants, usually a golf shirt, stuff that I would consider to be standard wear for a guy not quite twice my age. Besides the tattoos that peeked out from his sleeves and collar, there was really no indication that Alex was anything besides a mild-mannered, clean-cut business owner. Even dressed like that, he was damn good-looking. But his weekend wear was... well, the kind of thing that would have made that accidental-date a lot less accidental.

He felt a surge of excitement and anticipation course through him. As Leslie dressed for the dinner with Vivian, he opted for a casual yet polished look. He chose a well-fitted black shirt, dark jeans, and dress shoes, complemented by a casual deep blue blazer. He wanted to strike a balance between sophistication and a relaxed vibe, avoiding an overly formal appearance.

asks Akila as she jumps the last few steps next to me. We both have gotten close since she first arrived and even more so after she let Mason mark and mate her. We are truly sisters, something I’ve never had and always wanted. Akila is in her signature black leather jacket with a white tank top underneath, lavender skinny jeans and black combat boots. She even has her fingerless, riding gloves on. “Don’t tell me you are taking your motorcycle,” Avery says with concern. Akila laughs. “Of course not. You know I wouldn’t put her in harms way, but that doesn’t mean I am change my style. You will only get me in a dress if you’re throwing a ball.”