Romans & histoires Overly Manly Man

Why they couldn’t look away. Because he was— Damn. He was fine. Not just attractive. Not just handsome. Dangerous. The kind of man that didn’t have to try. The kind that knew. “Ladies,” the orientation leader’s voice cut through, pulling me slightly out of my thoughts. I forced my breathing to steady, though my chest still felt tight. “The men you see over there?” he continued, a smile creeping onto his face. “Are way out of your leagues. Don’t even bother if you don’t want your heart shattered.”

I mutter and both Jayden and Aurora turn their heads to find what I'm looking at. In the corner of the club an older man stands against the wall with his arms folded, I am a regular at this club, and I have never seen him before, hell, I have never seen a more handsome man in my life. His arms are folded across his chest and his eyes fixed on me, the first two buttons of his shirt are undone, showing off his broad chest I greedily eye him from where I stand. He looks like everything I didn't know I need but I now want, I have always been attracted to men like that, Alpha, predatory and confident…commanding.

Making my attention shift immediately, and words dying inside my mouth. A man stepped inside the room. Tall. Broad. Powerful. Everything about him just radiated confidence. As if he had rubbed his fingers through his hair, the dark hair looked slightly messy. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up to his elbows and several buttons near his collar were left undone, revealing tanned skin and a string neck, far more than necessary. That kind of appearance that looked so effortless. Dangerously effortless. This is the kind of man woman probably stared at without even realizing it.

a loud voice echoed through the hallways, my overreacting mother. “Mom, you know pink is my favorite color during this season, and besides,” I look at her up and down. “Who's freezing by this shirt between us, is it you?” I asked sarcastically. She scoffed as if what I said just ended the world. “You're really an impossible brat, Aria!” “Always been,” I answered gracefully. I came with a strong background of humorless personality. All my colleagues called it weird and uneven, but I didn't care, as I believe I have my own rights to be just me and that so much dignity makes my day, hmm, happy.

I just chuckled. “I don't think your men know me. You should tell them a little about me so they’ll think twice before trying me.” I said, voice low. Then to the man who was probably reaching for a gun. “Go ahead. But make sure you tell your boss he’ll have to find someone else to clean up this mess. And he’ll never get what he wants.” The lead man hesitated, then took a slow step back. “This isn’t over, Llewellyn.”

“I’m a man, and I’m a big man, right? I’ve been trained to hurt people with my hands, my body – I’ve been trained to kill, Alexandra. I know just how strong I am, and I’m fully aware that I have to take care with women when I put my hands on them, even when I’m being gentle and helpful. It’s not sexist, and it’s not bullshit… it’s fact, it’s reality. I can dominate and subdue a woman in seconds – I can take down most guys too, without any major problems – and that makes it my responsibility to not hurt anyone. The onus is on me, Alexandra, to stay in control and stay cool.” She looked up at him, listening now. “Every man knows this, hon. We all know that on a simple biological level, most me

I point at his eyebrows with my index finger, snarling, “…You can stop trying to knit a sweater with those eyebrows; we already know you are angry. It’s the only personality trait you have. Those eyebrows don’t make you look dangerous; they make you look like you’re trying to read a menu written in a language you don’t understand. You have the exact facial expression of a man who was insulted by a brick wall and is still trying to think of a comeback...” Slowly, my finger goes down to his muscles, and I almost hit it, “…All that heavy lifting and for what? You’re the strongest man in a room where the door only opens from the outside. A whole lot of ‘man’ with nowhere to go. You’re just a mou

The sound of the pedestrian bridge marking was active, provoking a brief smile from the tall, long-legged man. Jay has the perfect proportions that male models who grace magazine covers usually have the ‘Men of The Year’ title. Unfortunately, he believes everything that flashes is annoying, such as the blinkers. One of the reasons Jay thinks his choice to do activities under the sun is the right thing, even if it's against the rules.

This is what Lorene was talking about and I know who I'm staring at. My rage from the last hour turns to a low simmer. It's difficult to disregard the sexual signals thrumming through my body. He's tall and younger than most of the other men out here. God decided to play a joke on every red-blooded, dark-skinned woman when he gave this man breath. He should be modeling and not associating with trash. Who am I kidding? He's trash and just because he's attractive doesn't mean he has a brain.

Really, inwardly I am recoiling at the overpowering stench of his old man aftershave and the clammy sweaty feel of his suit as he pushes against me a little possessively. Luckily, I am a practised hand at convincing ugly men that I want them naked, sweating all over me and it’s as easy as breathing.