Novel & Cerita This Man Isn't Black

Instead, he’s focused on a man at his side who is nearly a head taller, his jet black hair combed back. I’ve never seen the man before - not with Ralph and not in town. I would have remembered that jet black hair and deep scar along his temple if I’d noticed him before. He also has on a white t-shirt despite the crisp air, signs of covered tattoos showing beneath the fabric. Who is this man and why is he talking to Ralph? Their business looks serious as they seem to be talking privately, the odd man’s eyes scanning the crowd as if in warning. It makes me eager to know what they’re saying, causing me to take a step forward, wondering if I can get closer and hide myself.

"Young Master, we've been waiting outside for almost five days, but they haven't come out yet. Do we have to continue?" A man in black was kneeling on one knee most on the face of a young man. The man had a pair of dark blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and a sharp face with a trace of fierceness. His fingers were lightly tapping on the table beside him, and there was a faint smile on his face. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

He was as tall as Aiden and I could see his muscles flexing underneath his black shirt. He had an old scar on his face, starting from his eyebrow to his cheekbone. His brown hair was messy from the wind, strands flying across his face. He was a good looking man no doubt, despite his scar, but there was something frightening about this man.It was his eyes. I always thought Aiden’s eyes were intimidating but I was proven wrong by the man. His eyes were pitch black. The same colour that Aiden’s eyes turn when he is

That’s what moves me to ask the one question that would bother me for the rest of the day if I don’t ask it. “So, where’s this artist of yours?” The lawyer jerks his head behind Shawna and I. “He’s late, but, thankfully, he’s here. Behind you.” I whip my head to the back to see a man entering the restaurant. He approaches us, clad in all black. When I say all black, I mean—a pair of black pants and a baggy shirt, as well as a nose mask and a baseball cap. He sits down next to the representative, facing Shawna and I.

The air wasn’t even the same here. Heart heavy as he reached to open the door, but hesitated. Leaving Alyssa and his son wasn’t the ideal situation. Leaving Dan to rot wasn’t ideal either. A man bumped into him then reaching for the door as he was. A black man with clear skin and green color contacts with some expensive shoes on with a fancy suit. “Hey you should watch where…” Then the man looked at him with lust. Must’ve been Jason’s tall and powerful physique. He pulled his shades down to look at Jason better.

“ Madam, you need to eat something.” A middle age man said. Like the men outside of this room, he is also wearing an all-black suit and he’s been catering all of my needs especially Ethan’s. I didn’t even bother to asked his name but he didn’t mind. He serves me with respect, like he is serving a queen.

I took a sip of my coffee and took a glimpse of the man in front of me. He's wearing a business suit and I guessed he was handling some business like what he always do. Leaning on the couch and observing Harry's overall figure, I realized that he's the same with Black. He have his own company that's also huge and well-known, he's handsome with lots of admirers from left to right. Nonetheless, his personality is more approachable than Black. Well, I love Black even though people see him as a cold-blooded business tycoon.

When I was near the end of shift, everything went still, and I got confused like what really happens to these people who were gossiping, a mint ago, but now it’s deadly silent. I rounded my gaze towards the entrance, and immediately got mesmerised by the view, as there was the most handsome, charming and attractive man standing in blue ironed suit, in the middle of black decked up men. He entered like some alpha King, accompanied by our manager and headed towards the VIP and beautiful booth of our restaurant, while I was standing there and gawking him like some pathetic fool. I just shake my head, when I was turning around to do my work, he the attractive man turn his gaze and, we had an eye

Nothing happened. “Nothing's happening,” I say, aiming the light at the man. This is the first time I have seen his face. I find him good-looking and I bet he's even more than that in broad daylight. He has remarkably dense blue eyes. His hair is dark, jawline sculpted finely and his mouth is thin and chiselled. His skin tone is fair and I begin to wonder if he has a blood of an Italian. He certainly didn't look pure American. I know there is a blend of European in him.

A man with silver haired tips says and was stretching his back. “General? Am I still a pretty boy?” A man with a white-blonde hair that was brushed and styled back with a gel asks him. Instead of one, there were two black eyes that made him look like a panda. I had to look away because I was on the verge of laughing at the man’s current state.