Novel & Cerita Rafe Cameron Aesthetic

, Rafe McKenzie was the gem of McKenzie Group. “I’m Jasmine Wright, by the way,” the woman beside him said. Jin gave her a slight nod. “Nice to you meet you, Miss Wright. As a painter, myself, I can say that you have great talent.” “Thank you.” “Umm, could you give us a moment, love?” Rafe told her. “Sure,” Jasmine turned to Jin. “Thank you for coming, Mister Starck.” Then she turned back to Rafe. “I’ll see you later, Kyle.”

"Pâmela Montenegro." He repeated it mentally. The name had personality. It didn’t match fragility, although at that moment she seemed so vulnerable. "Nice to meet you…" he said carefully, extending his hand. "Rafael Carter." She took his hand and couldn’t help herself. His gray eyes were incredibly striking. Intense. Warm. Different from any man she had ever known. She realized she had been looking at him for too long and looked away, feeling her face grow warm as she withdrew her hand.

His big hand moved up and down his impressive cock — easily eight and a half thick inches, veined, with a fat, leaking head. I stood there, stunned. I hadn’t even realized the p**n was still playing. The remote must have been on the couch when I left for work. My first instinct was to get angry. But then something shifted just immediately. Rafe was… breathtakingly handsome. Rugged, masculine, strong. The way his face looked right now, flushed with pleasure, lips slightly open, eyes dark with lust as he jerked himself to the raw fucking on screen, did something dangerous to me.

The pursuit had been worthwhile. "Well, that was quite enjoyable!" Rafe exclaimed, stepping into Tricc's field of vision. His vibrant blue eyes sparkled like the myriad stars adorning the night sky. Rafe was a strikingly handsome man, and Tricc couldn't help but wonder, on more than one occasion, what it would be like to bed his own Beta. Such thoughts, however, crossed a boundary that shouldn't be breached. Nevertheless, there was no harm in indulging in wishful thinking, right?

he said, “we keep.” Bootsteps approached, brisk. Rafe skidded around the corner with the grin he wore when chaos obeyed him. “Showtime. The cousin’s parade is already tripping over its shoelaces. Also, the dog is following me and if he becomes my dog I’m naming him Bacon.” “Approved,” the Don said. Rafe’s gaze flitted between them, softened by something like pride. “Look at you two. Terrifying. Beautiful. In focus.” He tapped his earpiece. “All right, saints and sinners. Places. We turn the city.”

Ninety two *Freya* Rafe looked so vulnerable lying there, his handsome face unnaturally pale, dark lashes fanned out against his sculpted cheekbones. Tears prickled my eyes as I stared at him. I'd always found him breathtaking, but now, with the knowledge of what he'd risked for me, what he'd sacrificed, he'd never seemed more beautiful. Or more beyond my reach. Rafe was everything I'd ever wanted. Strong, brave, compassionate. A true leader who inspired loyalty in all those around him. His people adored him, and with good reason. He always put their needs before his own.

Seriously he is so like his dad". Caroline tried to look angry and mad but all she could do was kiss both her kids who were sleeping now. "How long will you take out your nipple piercings"? Xavier asked her, who shrugged her shoulders pointing towards her babies and Xavier sighed. —------- "Hello gorgeous. I am looking for Ms. Chelsea. Can you tell me where I can find her?" Rafe leaned on the desk, looking at the beautiful lady sitting behind the computer. She pushed her glasses to her open hair and turned her chair to face him. Rafe whistled looking at the black pencil skirt she was wearing with a blue silk top. But it was her pink lipstick that stole his heart away.