His Love For The Mafia Princess

rokee. Glancing out the window he waited until Nadia came out to meet her driver. A te

tching from afar acting like a spy. Reaching for the photo lying on the

him. She certainly grew into her beauty with the same thic

at him looked strong and proud. She did not smile in the picture, however, he could not help but read the determination and kn

s bewi

plump mouth. The innocence emitting from her caught his eye. Most females grew out of that stage with more mature and

h more than attractive, she was far more beautiful than the average girl. There was some

was popular in culture. The buds were an iconic symbol for the Chanel fashion couture line knowing that from the girlfriends he's had in the past a

in China. It was unique and rarely heard of, having links to the moon, water, wealth, and perfection and it suit

wn, slipped off his sunglasses, and grabbed his Nikon camera to snap his pictures for observation. H

her to make her

to visit thanks to the information her father provided. Although he knew abou

honors student majoring in fashion design. Arabic, French, and

how much her parents suggested she attend a more prestigious

re of an observer than a talker. She was more engrossed in reading than socializi

nge. Nadia..." Morgan

sweet like honey and rolle

he shall appear...not a m

purse slung across her body and her iPhone clasped in her hands. She was completely engrossed with whatever she was look

gh forcing her hair to shif

were of her head and body but never her face. Her hair was thicker than he remembers, shinin

ut under the bright rays of the sun it transformed. It was long and wavy

almost dropped his camera on his lap. His mouth went slack and the little hairs on his neck stood on end. An electric current ra

use of his mouth. She was beyond beaut

too plain to describe her. She was simply gorgeous. Sexy, exotic, and undeniably attracti

ll imagine her eye level reached his chest. She had great legs, they weren't too skinny but slender, full, and well-toned. He wondered if she worked out, h

s a hand through his hair wh

he tho

anged

e could eve

door open for her. Morgan quickly throws his cap to the side and snaps

m her hands. She ruffles her hair a little and smoothens her long

et his camera down on his lap. He doesn't notice the goofy smile

thing. He's going to

Nadi