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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.

He straightened slightly, looking down at her as though expecting an answer. “The mere sight of him was revolting,” he said coldly. “I just needed him gone.” Leonard leaned in closer again, his face near hers now. “What exactly did you ever find attractive in a man so dumb?” he asked quietly, his voice sharp with judgment. “Tell me that.” He scoffed. “I’m far better than he could ever hope to be,” Leonard said flatly. “In every conceivable way.” His expression tightened, irritation flickering across his features.

His thoughts went to Lester and Rose, and his face clouded with anger and disgust. Leonardo had seen many shameless people over the years, but none had come close to the level of shamelessness Lester and Rose depicted. Lydia was an airhead. At most, she was a nuisance. Leonardo took a deep breath and shook his head to ward off his thoughts. He took a quick rinse, settled in bed, checked the phone one last time for a reply, curled his lips downward in disappointment, put aside his phone, and went to sleep. Three minutes later, he was fast asleep.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

Breaking the awkward silence between them. "For how long? How long do we have to continue this way Leo?." "Don't fucking call me Leo. My name is Leonard." He roared. Ever since childhood, Leonard hated his name to be shortened. Except by only one person. His childhood friend who died a long time ago. During his childhood days, Leonard had a lot of friends from other rich families who came to visit. He met a little girl who was of the same age range as him and they became best of friends. The last time he heard of her before traveling to the states was when she and her family were assassinated by an unknown gang. Since then, he was heartbroken and never let anyone call him Leo because it remi

God, I can’t believe I’m being turned on by being ambushed. By Leo. The psycho Leonardo. The predator Leonardo, who’ll eat me alive and scatter my bones in the closest lake. With the lack of light, his face is a huge shadow that’s able to devour me in mere seconds. “You’re messing up my fingers and you still dare to lie to me?” His voice darkens, becoming one with the night. “Maybe you’ll stop the lies when I’m pounding this cunt. You won’t have the chance to lie when your cum is smeared all over my cock. You might be screaming, though, but guess what? No one will hear you.”

"That's what you get from watching romance dramas. That man will never ever fall in love with me, and of course, I would never ever fall in love with a man like him too." "Hey, Leon Dompteur is a famous CEO. Not only of his wit, wealth, and company but also because of his good looks and hot body! Tell me, have you seen him naked already?" "W-What are you talking about? Of course not! And excuse me, he may have all thee things that you mentioned, but that man is a total jerk. He's even colder than ice and he likes to call me an idiot. Maybe that's why he never had a girlfriend. I even think he's gay."

Leon's POV That Fucking piece of shit. I was pissed. Actually, no. I was nuclear. Roan had licked me. Bit me. Made me moan in the bushes like a feral cat. Fucking manipulative, asshole, peice of shit. I hate him. I wanted to rip him to shreds Who does that? Who just… does that? By the time I got to my apartment, I was a storm of frustration. Sexual frustration. Emotional frustration.

“Roman Adams might be a god. You saw it tonight, didn't you? Any other man would've drank that champagne. But he didn't…” “His personal assistant saved him, boss. He was lucky…” I grabbed Leonardo by the neck, forcing him towards the wall. He looked at me, his eyes unblinking. I clenched my fist, aching to bury it and shut his mouth up once and for all. But looking into his eyes, I was aware that what I saw there wasn't fear. Leonardo had been a teenager when his parents had been killed by the Adams family. He had never recovered. That was what fueled his hate for Roman Adams, a hate that could never be quenched.

He was shorter than Collins but his physique was good, no flab on him. His dark hair was receding at the temples and he'd had one of those ultra-short buzz cuts, defying the signs of encroaching baldness. Definitely a testosterone thing, Collins thought, but it had the advantage of never looking untidy, not like the wild mess of his black curls, although he figured they gave him an artistic image which was probably helpful in his business. Leonard had always had a very expressive face, not exactly handsome, but likeable. He had an infectious grin and his green eyes could quickly radiate a mischief that invited fun. Collins knew his own humour was more quirky, challenging to a lot of people,