Infatuated: Mafia Romance
Green eyes smoldering, he clenched his jaw and gave me a cocky stare. Short, black hair shone hazily in the club lights. Letting out a silent laugh, his hands raked through the shaved sides and ended in the longer strands that glistened with sweat towards the top.
Taking a step away, I watched him; completely awestruck.
It was like my heart had stopped beating as soon as my eyes hit him. His piercing stare and chiseled facial features matched his presence of complete arrogance. His shoulders were large and broad with mouthwatering abs and a firm, tight chest that pressed tautly against a white, fitted Armani dress shirt.
He bit his lower lip, the tip of his pink tongue grazing along the whites of his teeth.
"Well, Sophia Stomsvik," His voice was calm and blasé...
**Explicit content; sexual situations, violence, and mature language. Not intended for young readers** Don't say I didn't warn you;)