The large door was closed and he turned to face me. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander. He was incredibly built.

Chest muscles bulging and his biceps ball of strength. His long legs were swelling of muscle.

He looked like a perfect greek statue. No, he was a perfect greek god.

He turned to me and growled.

"Mate." The word left our lips in unison without even the siltiest amount of effort.

"Tu sei la donna più bella che abbia mai messo gli occhi su," he spoke in an unfamiliar, yet beautiful language. He kissed my hand and caressed my face.

"What does that mean?" He chuckled loudly filling the room with his sexy raspy voice.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on."

"What is your name love?"

"Bianca North." I spoke proudly.

"Not for long." He smirked.

Well damn. What have I gotten myself into this time?

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