Rejected By The Billionaire
It isn't a manly fashion statement, but it suits him.
"Fucking mosquitos!" Ethan slaps his arm, smiling like a dork once he hits the tiny bastard. "Got him!"
My eyes are glued to Ethan, still absorbing him. He is wearing baggy clothes, and it should be impossible, but with his thick, dark eyelashes and hypnotic eyes, I almost mistake him for a woman, which, to my morbid horror, sets my heart into motion. Not again.
I'm swimming in deep water. Fuck this.
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