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Luca Martinez. Martinez, the beauty of him is indescribable, painstakingly captivating and beautiful. His curls were midnight black mixed with a little chestnut brown and his eyes were dark brown, framed by graceful brows. He skin was tanned. He had prominent cheekbones and a well-defined chin and nose. Muscles rippled across every part of his body. He was obviously a seasoned warrior. She'd never seen a man with those features, he seemed like a challenge and she wanted to pursue him but she knew, without a doubt, that he was to stay far from. *** Ayla looked up from her morning cup of coffee. She had a warm chestnut colour hair and her tanned skin was flawless. Her cheeks were rouged and she was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey band shirt, little did she know she branded my heart and I hated to admit it as much as I hated thinking of it. *** Something about Ayla made my walls disintegrate little by little against my will, walls I spent the years building up. Why? Why did she seem different? I didn't want her to be? Yet I held on, she felt like my savior. ~ Being owned by someone is the last thing he wants, but apparently fate possessed enough cruelty to bind him to her forever. Enjoy Lovelies
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