Novel & Cerita My Beautiful Man

However, tonight everything came crushing down right before her own eyes. After feeling suffocated by her own tears, she decided she needed some fresh air. Upon wearing warm clothes and winter boots, she left her house for a walk. She needed to collect her thoughts or maybe call Jayden again to find out if he was just playing a prank on her. A few steps behind her was a handsome gentle man who noticed how Laura was troubled in her thoughts. The man had a modest height of 6 foot 2, broader shoulders, brown eyes, a sharp jaw and a smooth chocolate-caramel skin. In short, his body was to die for.

Marcus I am the first to wake up from our after sex nap. From the light illuminating the windows it's probably midday by now. I should get some work done as I haven't been to the office in days, but I can't seem to be able to tear my eyes from the man lying next to me with his right hand covering his face one knee bent and covers strewn all over barely covering him as he slept peacefully. I smile at how sweet he looks; I trace his exposed skin with my fingers until I pause at the exposed thigh where a huge scar mars his beautiful skin. It had taken everything in me not to flinch or linger when I had seen it earlier.

He dropped his gaze before grabbing the quilt near her feet and covering her up so only her face was visible. He was awestruck by the sight of her dark brown silk locks spread all over the pillow. Ever so softly he brushed a strand away from her cheek with the tip of his index finger. Just a feathery touch and he had an urge to touch her cheeks. She looked beautiful even in her sleep. A deep sigh of pain escaped his lips. She was so beautiful and fragile but he could never have her. She will never be with a man like him and it f*cking hurts because he had come to a terrifying realization.

I gasped. "What? I paid good money for it, I couldn't just let it go like that," "So literally, the guy just—" "I didn't fuck his ass, but damn, the man gives a great blowjob. I swear, no woman has ever succeeded in making me cum as much as he did. And goodness," he ran his fingers into his hair. "He's gorgeous." I slid down the car a little as I laughed my stomach out. "You are unbelievable. Really?" He shrugged with a smile. "And since then?"

The next day, after she finished the hike with the guy, she came straight to me to brag. "He looks super rich. Head to toe in designer brands, and he was really polite and such a gentleman." I widened my eyes, pretending to be surprised. "No way, could he be some rich heir? However, guys like that are usually surrounded by beautiful women. Why would he pay someone to go hiking with him?" Janet rolled her eyes at me. "Obviously, it's because I'm pretty. He said he saw my photos online and was instantly attracted. He didn't even hesitate before booking me."

He stood up and took five steps to meet me where I stood—frozen still. His gaze moved slowly over my body as he studied me. My fingers trembled at my sides, but I tried hard to hold it in. I couldn’t help but stare at his green eyes. They were mesmerizing. I understood why men wished to be him. He wasn’t just handsome! He was—gorgeous. Even I wished I had such shoulder length white hair. Finally, he spoke, interrupting my thoughts as he grabbed my attention. “She’ll do!” For a minute, I couldn’t understand. My parents’ faces lit up like what he said was worth rejoicing over.

There was a delightful smile on his face. I was learning something about this man. He had the magic to make people around him feel relaxed and lighthearted. “But surely I can‘t be the first person to be the victim of a crime on your island,” I tried to reason with him. “No,” he admitted with a slight shrug of his broad, muscular shoulders. “But you just might be the most beautiful.” I stared at him for a second, my eyes wide. He withdrew his hand and cleared his throat, seeming to feel awkward. “I‘ll, uh, go have the maids make you something to eat.”

My breath caught in my throat as I looked at the man. He was the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on. The word 'handsome' didn't do him any justice. He was straight up gorgeous. I couldn't believe he was real. He looked like he just stepped out of a magazine.

I smiled and turned back to him, "I'm so sorry. I got a little distracted by the family drama." "I don't blame you. It’s better than most movies," Manuel said, "But I didn't come all the way from Milan to watch people fight. I came to find out if the most beautiful woman in the room is as interesting as she looks."