Stephanie's POV
I look at the so-called husband of mine. Dark messy hair, eyes resembling midnight storms in the ocean. Those indents on either side of his cheeks, giving new meaning to that addicting smile of his. Not one part of this man was imperfect. God really has favourites when it comes to this man.
The way he leaned by the doorframe, in that white shirt and cream pants. His sleeves folded up, revealing his forearms covered in veins. The top button left open with a bite mark peeking through the collar. I could only hear my heartbeat slowly rising, ready to crash out of my chest.
"Are you going to continue staring at me? I don't mind if you want my autograph or photo. I am generous just like that." Cliff's voice ended whatever my heart was feeling.
I snapped right back, averting my gaze from his face. This guy knows witchcraft. I almost got seduced.
