Sneek... Peek...
I kept looking at him. It's like my eyes are glued to him. He sat there, three rows in front of me, the first bench, in the side row.
He wore a dark black suit. His right leg is on his left leg. His gaze is focused on the stage as the auction of his painting is going on. I can't see his eyes, but I can see the side of his face from the river of people blocking my view.
He has a five'O clock shadow jaw. But I can't see his whole face. He looked impatient as if he want to leave. He looked like he is not even interested in the auction. But why it's his own painting that is being auctioned.
My eyes didn't leave his appearance for a second. Suddenly I felt like I want to go there and sit beside him taking his hand in mine. Why am i feeling like this?
I saw as he tap his fore finger on the wooden chair that he sat impatiently as if he wants to leave right now. Why? His aura oozes darkness. I want to look at him clearly. But the view is not clear.
Suddenly as if feeling my gaze on him, he turned back and out eyes met. I am lost in them. They are amazing. But they have this... this depth of darkness in them... that only can be seen if keenly observed.
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His Dark Heart
Romance"You are a vixen Helen", he said while kissing my neck. I angled my head to side, to give him better axis. I can't hold him cause my hands are tied back with metal cuffs. He suddenly caught my hair roughly and pulled my head back so he can kiss my f...
