Pria Menatap Mata Wanita Novels & Stories

He raises his eyebrows, amused. He thinks it’s a joke. So did I, at first. — You haven’t pulled out your pocket mirror to check the blind spots yet, so no, not yet. But I don’t laugh. I fixate on a woman two tables away from us. An elegant brunette in her forties, who is softly smiling as she talks to her companion. And then, without changing expression, without even turning her head… her eyes slide briefly in my direction. It’s not a hostile gaze. Nor even frankly curious.

Judging, intimidated, afraid, contemptuous, angry—Farrah felt those emotions leaking from their eyes. It is indeed the window to one's soul. Farrah roamed her eyes, and promptly spotted woman beside a high-level ability holder and many armed people. Her eyes was sharp, digging through Farrah and Dior with simply her gaze. When Farrah and that woman's eyes met, a trace of surprise flashed on the woman's eyes. But her eyes didn't stay longer than a second, and instantly went to Dior who's silently sizing up all the people surrounding them. Probably confirming their identity, the woman took the megaphone and spoke calmly. “Greetings, Mr. and Mrs. Lee. I hope you aren't offended during this past

Ariana answered with a sweet smile on her face. "Ariana..." Mrs Caitlyn sighed softly. Ariana crouched in front of her. She was aligning her face with the beautiful face of a woman who, even though she has aged, still looks youthful because of the diligent care she undergoes. The woman was still trying to show a pitiful face.

The woman who he had just with earlier is still with him. Matt immediately handed me a glass of water. "What happened? Drink this, babe," he asked. I tore my eyes off them and got the water that Matt handed. I slowly drink it while trying to stop myself from looking at them. "Thank you," I said after. "What happened? Are you fine now?" I nodded at him. I looked straight at his face, avoiding the two people at the back but I can still see them in my peripheral vision. I saw Petter pulling a chair to make his woman sit on that.

She eyed the jeans warily before walking into the bedroom; with Fiana following slowly behind. The scene caused Pam to stop in her tracks at the threshold of the door. A naked, well-built man and sumptuous woman lay across the bed on their backs as they languidly smoked a joint. Ignoring Pam, the woman looked over at Fiana and smiled while reaching her hand out toward her. “Come,” she moaned. Pam stared boldly at the deep curves of the woman’s body. Under different circumstances her large, full breasts and round, inviting figure would have been alluring. But now they only served to enrage her.

Focus. I subtly glance at my watch- something I never did, but more than ever, I was looking forward to this meeting ending. Now. The woman clearing her throat drew my attention back, and my gaze numbly focused back on her. The moment our eyes locked, she subtly glanced down her iPad, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a slight hue to her cheeks. "Miss Waren?" My P.A. suddenly calls to her attention and she instantly glances up to her, mouth open like she wasn't aware what she was doing.

She turned around and her brows arched in confusion, seeing an old woman in front of her. That woman's face didn't ring any bell in her head, because she was seeing her for the very first time in her life, but just the way that woman's dark blue eyes were roaming all over her body, Eizlina immediately understood she was never going to have a good moment with this woman, because just her mere gaze told her that this woman didn't like her. Eizlina saw that woman coming closer to her. Prisila immediately bowed in front of her, but that woman just signalled with her hand to leave, and Prisila left instantly, leaving them alone.