Taken By The PlayBear: A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, BBW Romance And Alpha Males, BBW Paranormal Romance) by Stacy Wilde Page A
Authors: Stacy Wilde
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emotions. I still wasn’t able to see him, but as he approached me I watched carefully, without moving my sight. I was able to see his big, white smile at some point.
He was holding a glass of red wine in his hands and he seemed very determined to talk to me. He was incredibly tall and fit, and the light was showing him from toe to head, reveling an expensive pair of shoes and a rigorous ironed suit pants.
He hurried so he could get faster to me, so in an instant, a gorgeous man was standing right in front of me. His suit was obviously custom made, as it was fitting him perfectly, and I had never seen something as white as his shirt.
He had a red handkerchief in the chest pocket as an accessory, giving me a hint of his personality. Nobody wears red unless he has a fancy manner.
His hair was pale blond and his eyes were brown. He had a straight nose, full, high cheeks and contoured pink, kissable lips. I was definitely checking him out as I was impressed by his beauty.
“I’ve never liked weddings but this one was special, wasn’t it?” he mentioned.
“Do you think so?” I asked, trying to make him talk a little bit more, so he could give me the time to stare at him a little bit longer as he moved his perfect lips into forming whatever words he wanted.
“Yes, I do. I was impressed by their vows, I never heard something so sincere, I could see the love in their eyes, and the emotion in their voice,” he continued.
I was instantly speechless. I wasn’t expecting so much from this man. Weren’t handsome men supposed to be stupid? Apparently not. I was an anxious young girl, so in my mind, right there, in that specific moment, I imagined myself at the altar, saying yes to this man without thinking any further.
“Let’s have coffee tomorrow”, he said, with a contagious confidence, like we wasn’t willing to take “no” for an answer.
“I agree, mister…”
“Paul, he said. I’m Paul, and you are Stephanie. I’ve asked Sophie already everything I’ve wanted to know about you. I’ll pick you up at 11, tomorrow from your apartment, in the center” he concluded, turning around and leaving me right there, not before smiling “goodbye” with only half of his mouth, in a sprightly way.
I was really impressed, amazed and excited for time to pass faster in order to have our first date. I wasn’t expecting that much for that night, but life is unpredictable and it was showing me this continuously, because I could never think of what was about to happen…
I went home and felt asleep thinking of the following day, making images of what I should wear, how I should comb my hair, how I should behave in front of that disarming beauty and that strong personality. He dominated me, I could feel it. But I was a rebel and that was what I needed.
I jumped out of bed in that morning, making a coffee real quick so I had the time to prepare. I chose a pair of slim fit jeans, betting on my sexy curves and my plumped butt that I would have him going crazy about me. I grabbed a silk, green shirt, which was falling in a provocative way off my breast, letting out the right amount of skin.
I was wearing the same subtle make-up, insisting on the lips, as I was assuming he was going to kiss me. He wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble searching information about me if he wasn’t having the most clean and sincere intentions.
We weren’t starting this on the same foot, he knew so much about me and I didn’t know a thing! Normally, I would have asked Sophie but the day of her wedding was not the time, nor the place to ask questions about somebody else.
I heard a horn. It was him! I covered myself in a thick layer of perfume, touching my neck, wrist, cleavage and hands, making sure that this would be the way to stay with him for even a longer time after he would bring me back home. A trace of my perfume was supposed to hunt him and remind him of me.
I descended the stairs quickly, not keeping him waiting for
He was holding a glass of red wine in his hands and he seemed very determined to talk to me. He was incredibly tall and fit, and the light was showing him from toe to head, reveling an expensive pair of shoes and a rigorous ironed suit pants.
He hurried so he could get faster to me, so in an instant, a gorgeous man was standing right in front of me. His suit was obviously custom made, as it was fitting him perfectly, and I had never seen something as white as his shirt.
He had a red handkerchief in the chest pocket as an accessory, giving me a hint of his personality. Nobody wears red unless he has a fancy manner.
His hair was pale blond and his eyes were brown. He had a straight nose, full, high cheeks and contoured pink, kissable lips. I was definitely checking him out as I was impressed by his beauty.
“I’ve never liked weddings but this one was special, wasn’t it?” he mentioned.
“Do you think so?” I asked, trying to make him talk a little bit more, so he could give me the time to stare at him a little bit longer as he moved his perfect lips into forming whatever words he wanted.
“Yes, I do. I was impressed by their vows, I never heard something so sincere, I could see the love in their eyes, and the emotion in their voice,” he continued.
I was instantly speechless. I wasn’t expecting so much from this man. Weren’t handsome men supposed to be stupid? Apparently not. I was an anxious young girl, so in my mind, right there, in that specific moment, I imagined myself at the altar, saying yes to this man without thinking any further.
“Let’s have coffee tomorrow”, he said, with a contagious confidence, like we wasn’t willing to take “no” for an answer.
“I agree, mister…”
“Paul, he said. I’m Paul, and you are Stephanie. I’ve asked Sophie already everything I’ve wanted to know about you. I’ll pick you up at 11, tomorrow from your apartment, in the center” he concluded, turning around and leaving me right there, not before smiling “goodbye” with only half of his mouth, in a sprightly way.
I was really impressed, amazed and excited for time to pass faster in order to have our first date. I wasn’t expecting that much for that night, but life is unpredictable and it was showing me this continuously, because I could never think of what was about to happen…
I went home and felt asleep thinking of the following day, making images of what I should wear, how I should comb my hair, how I should behave in front of that disarming beauty and that strong personality. He dominated me, I could feel it. But I was a rebel and that was what I needed.
I jumped out of bed in that morning, making a coffee real quick so I had the time to prepare. I chose a pair of slim fit jeans, betting on my sexy curves and my plumped butt that I would have him going crazy about me. I grabbed a silk, green shirt, which was falling in a provocative way off my breast, letting out the right amount of skin.
I was wearing the same subtle make-up, insisting on the lips, as I was assuming he was going to kiss me. He wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble searching information about me if he wasn’t having the most clean and sincere intentions.
We weren’t starting this on the same foot, he knew so much about me and I didn’t know a thing! Normally, I would have asked Sophie but the day of her wedding was not the time, nor the place to ask questions about somebody else.
I heard a horn. It was him! I covered myself in a thick layer of perfume, touching my neck, wrist, cleavage and hands, making sure that this would be the way to stay with him for even a longer time after he would bring me back home. A trace of my perfume was supposed to hunt him and remind him of me.
I descended the stairs quickly, not keeping him waiting for
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