Novel & Cerita That's His Eager Face

He literally have a thick face or something because instead of sensing something that I don't want him here, he still managed to smile and lean his arms over the table so that he can near his disgusting face on me. "Don't play hard to get woman. I know you also like me." He said confidently. I rolled my eyes and I purposely let him see that. His brows furrowed. I crossed my arms in front of my chest. I am suddenly curious how thick his face is? Should I have a meter stick just to measure it?

"I know. I know. You must be wondering how a sweet fine man like myself would offer myself so cheap. To tell you the truth, I don't come cheap. But I guess you deserve it, as Luna and all." His hands move to rest on his waist as he studies my face. There is no mirror to show my face but I can bet all the life savings that I don't have that I have a horrible look of disgust on my face. It definitely is an opposite of that prideful look that illuminates his face and heightens his brows. What sort of offer is this? "Okay. This is the part where you get excited and your face glow up with anticipation. But you look like I have just handed you a bloodied dead rat."

"What is it like?" A grin formed on his face.

I yelled as the face cap fell off from my head revealing my face. " I'm sorry" she apologized as she bent down to pick my face cap for me. He picked the face cap and our eyes came in contact. He has dark long hair and icy blue eyes with a well defined jaw. " It's you" he said and I shove the portrait at his face " Do you know him?" I asked and didn't reply but kept gazing into my eyes. why is he gazing at me like that?

Focused. A slow, chilling grin spread across his face. “Come on, boys,” he said, eyes gleaming with something dark and hungry. “I smell a prince.”

This was an opportunity I could get and utilize well. Asleep, his face had some delicacies of* boyhood, but the strength of a man showed in his high, broad forehead, his full cheekbones, his firm jaw. His eyebrows were thick and well carved, his nose was straight, his mouth was full-lipped and luscious, and my eyes stayed on his lip for a while. As if he knew what I thought about, his lips parted. I did not know what I leaned closer. Laika! Our mate is in pain. Joy's voice snapped me out of my lustful thoughts.

The smile is quickly wiped off of my face when I hear his next words. "Now that I have your attention, who would like to work for their spot" he ask grinning widely. I can't even hide my grimace at the look on his face. His eyes are small brown and beady. His nose is so large that it nearly takes up half his face at many angles. His lips look thin and cracked as he smiles cascading the yellowness of the few teeth that he still owns. Add that with all the gel in his thinning hair and he calls himself a winner. He believes that because his suit and shoes are expensive that any of us would be lucky to partake in time with him.

Her joyful howl echoed through my mind, and a single, ecstatic word resounded my mouth: “Mate!" I slowly lifted my head, my eyes rising to meet the gaze of a stranger who stood before me. As our eyes locked, I felt a jolt of surprise, for the man was undeniably handsome. His chiseled features, piercing eyes, and strong jawline all combined to create a face that was both captivating and intimidating.

I turn and see the worried look on his face, with pinched eyebrows and pursed lips. “Hey, what is it?” My heart skips a beat. “Is it Grayson?”