Whenever I'm in the presence of André Pierce, I really question myself.
From his appearance, it's no secret that he's a truly handsome man.
His eyes, emerald green and so mysterious. I've never met someone with eyes that stares so intense that it makes me nervous. Enough to be clumsy around him.
I questioned the power of light as he looks like a different man under every possible lighting.
I stayed over one night with uncle Vince and had returned something I found in the yard that belongs to someone at the Gabriel's residence.
I didn't know that André was there when Navy, or Milani invited me in. I followed her to the kitchen where she gave me some popcorn and snacks as they were having a movie night.
She has a way of being persistent so I stayed a bit. Seated with her three siblings, her step son and cousin whom has a toddler.
In the middle of the movie, he entered the room with Saint Gabriel whom is Milani's fiancé.
The way he looked from the light off the television made him look normal. Almost.
During the times when I work at his house, the natural lighting changes so much that I got peeks of every possible shade of him.
It is expected of a man with little melanin in his skin, though this minute he looks tanned and another time he could pass has Caucasian.
Minus his natural tan; the hair on his short beard and skin is an indication that he has some nigga blood in him.
I mean, if he's not looking at me then I'll take a peek at him here and there. I'm only human.
He was real hairy though and it makes up nicely with his muscles. He's a man after all.
His naked chest when he's in the process of removing his sweaty shirt after a run.
His bulging biceps, broad chest, large neck muscles, wide shoulders and perfectly carved abs.
Not only that, his back was also a sight to behold. The way his triceps were, his arms had to move from his side a bit. And I wonder if he needs help washing his upper back.
His thighs and calves muscles fits his size but one thing that has my eyes mesmerized was his glutes. His fucking ass being thick and I was jealous.
I think he caught me staring more than twice. Maybe seven times, but who is counting.
Another thing were his scars. He has them in all the places that I see and he seems proud of them. I know bullet wounds when I see one and he has a few, even a graze along his cheek.
Then to find out he was a soldier had me steering clear of him.
It's like the attraction numbed.
Using the doorway to measure his height, this 6'4 or 6'5 male is intimidating worst than how Kawayne was.
No laugher, no smiles, no grin. No emotions.
I watched this man goes around his closet for the past two minutes instructing me how it should be.
Color coded: Black, charcoal, grey/green, navy, earth tones, and ivory/beige.
Type coded: Tops, dress shirts, outerwear, bottoms, accessories, shoes, socks, bags, ties, belts, watch, handkerchief, etcetera.
Brand coded: Armani, Elite, Prime, Oxford, etcetera.
Style coordinated: Short, elbow and wrist sleeves. Sleeveless in drawers. Diamond box to the left, gold box to the right. Formal, semi-formal, casual, etcetera.
The huge walk-in closet was a mini store and all space was being used.
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Dickmatized Dainty (Book 3)
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