A Man Like Aaron Ashgrove

Chapter two

For a second I'm frozen. I mean what are you supposed to do when a man that looks like he could be a model for freaking Ralph Lauren, is looking at you like he wishes you would wilther.

I imagine how bad this must look to him, some random black woman is in his sister's kitchen, taking her snacks and rummaging through her refrigerator. That should be enough to startle anyone. But this man doesn't look startled, he looks upset. Like we have personal beef. Like he wants to rip my head off.

But I don't know him. You can't meet a man like him and not remember, he's simply too stunning.
Even though he's wearing sweatpants he still has this powerful air around him, it doesn't help that the white wifebeater he's got on reveales bulging, muscular biceps decorated with tattoos. I can't help but ogle him. He's got gray coloured eyes, full lips, the most prominent cheekbones I've ever seen on a man, and his strawberry blonde hair stops just below his chin, drawing emphasize to how chiseled his jawline is.

God he is fine. I awkwardly clear my throat, as I take hesitant steps towards him with my right hand outstretched.

"My name is Yasmine Daniels, I'm your sister's friend. She brought me here so I could..." Hopefully take pictures of you smooching with your girlfriend. But I don't finish that statement.

And I don't think I need to because he considers my hand like he would rather touch dog-shit, than shake it.

Asshole. I let my hand fall to my side, and take four steps back.

"My sister, the one in Italy invited you here?" He scoffs, like I'm not good enough to be Auroras friend.

What exactly is his problem?

"Yes she invited me here, and no she's back from her vacation, we came together."

He leans in closer to me, crosses his arms- a move that brings my eyes to his toned physic- and stares me dead in the eyes.

"Do not move from here."

With that he strolls out of the kitchen, probably in search of his sister. Who does he think he is telling me not move? I'm out of here. Aurora is with her brother in the living room, and contrary to what I expected she looks quite calm and composed. As if she's the one trying to explain herself to him instead of the other way around.

"You better start talking." He sneers, towering over her by a couple of inches.

"I will Aaron, but not now please."

Aaron, so this isn't Angel after all. Well that would explain things because the articles I've seen on Angel always point out how he has endless charm.
This man is anything but charming.

"No now is the best fucking time." He insists.

Whatever is going on here I don't plan to find out, I've got a flight to catch tomorrow and I don't have time for this. I clear my throat, they both turn to stare.

"Well I'll be going now, I'll text you."

Aaron looks like he wants to say something, but his sister cuts him off.

"That would be better Yas, I'll see you-"

"Honey, there you are."

I turn to look upstairs where the voice is coming from, and no way! The model that's in Auroras house is freaking Pearl Anderson. The Pearl Anderson, one of the most famous super models in the world! I almost have a heart attack, she's even more beautiful in person I conclude as she walks up to Aaron and takes his hand, wearing nothing more than a black camisole and athletic shorts, her tits are literally spilling out of the garment.