Novel & Cerita The Most Sought After Man Novel

That must be it! “And that’s a wrap!” Max announced as we approached them. “Wanna hit the streets, Strongkins?” He asked, flirtatiously winking in my direction. “Not tonight, Max. I’m kinda beat,” I said to him the very same excuse I’ve been giving him for the past three months. He’s probably the right kind of man for me to be with. Soft spoken, caring and present. Safe too, my subconscious added. But he didn’t have the effect that Dominic had on me. I guess at the end of the day, we all want what we can’t have.

the woman asked with a grin, walking sexily in high-heeled shoes. Yza looked at the man, whose gaze was directly focused on the woman. Oh my God! This was Señorito Adam. He was a playboy! Without realizing it, she stopped in her tracks, suddenly curious to hear what the man would say. Maybe they were a couple. “No next time. This will be the first and last. You’re paid, now get the hell out of my sight, woman,” he replied firmly to the woman, who was actually very beautiful when seen up close.

You're next in line, good luck" The moment I stepped into the office, I wanted to turn and go back. The man staring at me was very handsome, His aura enveloped me like air. He was a sight to behold, pointed nose, tanned skin, beautiful sparkling eyes, he emitted strong charm. He could make any woman go weak in the knees if he stared at her like this.... The light weight silk suit he wore was slightly buttoned, I could see the outline of his chest. He was one of those guys that girls dreamt and fantasized about. He fiddled with his pen, and I stared at those veiny hands. "Ren or?... " Ren" I replied. "Files? I gave him the files. " You're looking for a secretary right? "I'm looking for a wife

Immediately, the prospective buyers quickly raised their price boards and took turns to bid. Astrid was disgusted by the lecherous expressions of most of the men who were trying to buy her. Among them was a nobleman who was so fat with saliva that kept dripping from the corner of his lips. His face was very similar to a pig. Her belly was protruding until the button on his shirt almost broke. His wandering eyes stared at Astrid's body lecherously. He was Count Barney, and he was the one who made the highest bid to buy Astrid.

| Michael | "None of them gets the girl," Jackson trudged into the kitchen, a devastated look on his face. Samantha frowned in confusion as he sat down on the chair next to hers. "Who doesn't get the girl?" she asked him. "The...the...This book I was reading," he began, and I almost groaned, knowing what was to come. First, it was the omegaverse shit, and now no one gets the girl. Where does he even get these books?" I was reading Man Down, by that new author in your company. The Mafia Book. There are two guys who were once friends but drifted apart after they both became rivals. They meet the same girl, and unknowingly, she plays both of them. In the end, they fall in love and are about to

He leans back, a slow, understanding smile spreading across his face. “You poor, lucky bastard. You walked into a gilded cage and she handed you the tools to build the bars yourself. And you’re smiling while you do it.” Adam picks up the journal again, tracing the edge with his thumb. “Most men spend their whole lives looking for a fraction of that. For a woman who doesn’t just want the version of you that you show the world. She wants the dirty engine under the hood. The secret memory in the storage room. And she doesn’t just want it… she uses it. She fuels herself on it.”

He just had to find her. New York. Columbia University. I sat in a black Maybach, quietly watching the campus outside my window. The man in the driver's seat turned. Cassian Acardi. The most powerful man in New York. His gaze could cut glass, but on me, it softened with a possessive warmth. "Nervous?" His voice was low and magnetic. "No," I answered calmly. "I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Cassian watched me, intrigued. I was a different person from the desperate victim I’d been a month ago.

Confidence for days. “Wait… you know him?” I asked, watching Hailey fan herself like she was seconds from fainting. She stared at me like I had just asked who Beyoncé was. “Essy, are you serious? Who doesn’t know Lucian Knight? He’s literally the richest man in the country. Women line up for a glimpse of him. He’s called the most sought-after bachelor and the city’s most notorious playboy—because apparently, he doesn’t sleep with the same woman twice.”

He looked like a character from a spy novel, and Anne and Tris exchanged a curious glance. "Can I help you?" Tris asked, trying to sound friendly and welcoming. The man smiled, his lips curling up in a sly grin. "I'm looking for a book," he said, his voice low and smooth. "A very special book. It's not on the shelves, I'm told." Anne and Tris exchanged a skeptical glance. What kind of book could this man be looking for? "What's the title of the book?" Tris asked, trying to sound neutral.