Novel & Cerita Older Handsome Men

Heads swiveled, eyes wide with shock, as everyone turned to the man who dared to bid such an exorbitant sum without hesitation. He radiated an aura of raw power, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips as he stared directly at me. Well, he's not bald, not old, and definitely not a dirty old man. I should be grateful, right? But why is my stomach doing flips while I stare at his undeniably handsome face? Caspian's face flushed with anger, and then he snapped, "Going once, going twice?!" Before he could finish, another elderly man's voice boomed, "Thirty million dollars!"

~Sable Up close with the stranger, the shadows melted away and my bravado almost did too. Holy shit..! The man was… fucking handsome! Like, stop-your-heart-and-then-kick-it-into-overdrive handsome. He was older, maybe early forties with little crinkles at the corners of his eyes that suggested he’d done a lot of smiling in his life. But he still had this boyish thing going on with a strong jawline softened by a mouth that looked like it was moments away from a smirk.

Even in a crowd, he stood out like a gold coin in the dirt. Sunny was in his early fifties, maybe a little older. In his prime, he probably turned heads—tall, strong jawline, that arrogant tilt of his chin. But time hadn’t been kind. His once-athletic frame was now weighed down by a round stomach that strained the buttons of his designer suit. His tan skin had lost its youthful tightness, and fine lines creased around his eyes. Still, there was an undeniable opulence to him, a man marinated in wealth, power, and indulgence. Following close behind were two men lugging a suitcase between them. Nothing remarkable about them—standard henchmen, the type you could bump into at a gas station and fo

How did we end up here kissing each other like no one else mattered in the world? "Enough games!" A loud brute voice rang out. Six tall men in black suits were now in the room. The music stopped and everyone was frozen. Standing behind Tommy was an older man with light brown hair and dark eyes. He was powerful and I knew this purely by the way his presence dominated everything around him. My eyes drifted to the man next to him. Another oversized man with a chiseled face, stoned cold blue eyes, and thin red lips. He was absolutely gorgeous and absolutely terrifying. Whoever these men are, they were not people you messed around with.

The heavy front doors groaned open and two men entered. The first was in his fifties, a broad-shouldered, silvery-haired man who carried his body with a strength earned by years of having pack status. His face was warm, with laugh lines around deep-set eyes and a mouth that turned up into a friendly smile; he wore a suit that hinted at money but didn’t shout it, looking perfectly at home in his surroundings.

Hendrix's hand on my back flexed and his posture became stiff. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Parker, and with a date no less…where or where did you pick this one up?" The man leered at me, tone condescending as if I wouldn't understand the backhanded compliment. He was a lot older than my date, around sixty with graying hair and a pudgy center. Looked like those obnoxious, dirty men going through a mid-life crisis twice over. "Henry, long time no see." That was it, Hendrix didn't make a single move to engage him in conversation or shake his hand. Just looked at him with a cold, calculating stare.

Weren’t famous ball players supposed to be hiding in private so no one could bother them? Out of nowhere an older gentleman with a cheeky smile and broad shoulders approached me. He carried two drinks in his hands and smiled while looking at me. He was of average size with dark brown hair, and a chiseled face. What he didn’t make up for in height he certainly made up for in bulk. It was evident he worked out and loved to get attention from women. The way he looked at me made me realize that he wasn’t one to take no for an answer so I quickly prepared myself to leave if needed.

he hurls at me. My stomach churns. I don’t know how he figured it out, but he’s right. The rumors are true. He could totally ruin my reputation if I don’t do what he wants. I’m about to give in when suddenly, a slightly older guy in sleek, beachy loungewear comes swaggering up to us. My eyes are drawn to him instantly. He has the dark, tousled hair of a soap opera heartthrob and the bone structure to match it, visible even with his designer shades on. He’s tall, with broad, strong shoulders and an assured smile on his handsome face. He’s walking right up to us. I feel a rush of relief looking at him. Somehow, I understand that I’m safe now. The older man steps right up and slides his arm aro

said a deep lazy voice followed by a mischievous bawdy chuckle causing Rosalie to look up, blessing her eyes with the sight of two men, 6′4, trim built, jet black hair with one being longer than the other as he rocked a fashionably thick jet black beard, while the other one had short curly wet like hair as his beard was nicely trimmed and marked. They both had similar features, striking brown eyes, thick black eyebrows with a single slash on edge, thick full lips, defined sharp jawlines, and romanesque noses. Dazing at their appearance, they flashed a full grin in amusement causing her to swallow at the sight of their gorgeous eye-blinding teeth that made her heart skip a beat Such a perfect

He was older, much older than anyone else in the club, with a silver-flecked beard and a tailored suit that seemed out of place among the neon lights and thumping bass. “He’s so old,” Holly whispered back, her cheeks flushing. “Old but gorgeous,” Chantelle quipped. “He’s got that Richard Gere vibe. Go talk to him!” “No way! I’m not here to meet anyone,” Holly protested, turning back to face Chantelle, but a small, inexplicable flutter stirred in her chest.