CANA'S SIN
His tie was loosened, not carelessly but deliberately, the kind of man that knew exactly how to make disorder look elegant.
His eyes locked in with mine, it was slow and deliberate, and even the music seemed to have hushed for him.
I couldn’t help but look away quickly.
"He’s coming," I whispered to myself like I was alerting myself.
"Can I buy you a drink?" His very masculine voice came boldly.
"I already have one," I replied.
"Then let’s talk. I don’t bite," he said.
I hesitated, then nodded.
“I'm Don. Don Cana,” he said, giving a very seductive smile. He was charming, and smelled like luxury, smooth and Rich. The scar somehow made him more attractive and older.
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